Still Standing | Levi Ackerman

6

My heart was racing, my hands were trembling, and fear was exploding within me. Training had already started, which means Captain Levi must think that I'm either skipping, or I got injured again.

My breaths were shaky as my teardrops fell onto the stained bedding below me, but I continued to scrub onto the fabric as hard as I could.

Minutes before

I woke up this morning feeling groggier than my usual morning self. It was surprisingly unexpected to feel this way since today marks my first day back to normal.

Which means I can finally train with everyone else.

Knowing myself, I would have been up an hour earlier with energy soaring through me. But that's not how I felt at all. Instead of excitement to train, I just wanted to close my eyes again and go back to sleep.

I lightly groaned into my pillow, and forced myself to roll out of the bed lazily. My head peaked up to the top bunk to see Krista had already left to get an early start to breakfast. And once my eyes fell down to my bed, I was grateful she wasn't in here to witness this.

My white bedsheets had a large, flashy stain of blood. Stupidly enough, my first thought was that I had an injury I wasn't aware of and bled through my clothes. This was not something from an injury, this was something far more worse.

Not only did my menstrual cycle begin on my first day back to training, a day that was supposed to be good! But it also left a huge stain on my sheets! Here's what I'm scared about: literally anyone seeing this. Anyone.

Usually when our bedding gets washed there's a group of cadets on laundry duty who pick up peoples sheets, pillows, and blankets to wash. If anyone sees a huge blood stain on my sheets, I will willingly throw myself into a titans mouth.

I had to stay calm. My heart was beginning to beat faster as time for training came closer and closer, but these sheets had to be clean. I got a rag and went into the bathrooms, turning on the sink and letting the water soak into the rag. I've no experience with cleaning stains that aren't expected to wash off, so I pray that water will work.

I returned to my room and ripped the pillows and blanket off the bed, leaving it with nothing but the visible blood painting the sheets.

I leaned over the bed and began to scrub the red with the wet rag. The water caused the stain to appear darker, but I continued scrubbing. Nothing was coming off. It looked the exact same even thought you could see light red on the rag.

I kept on forcibly scrubbing onto the sheets using more strength. Every second the blood was still there, my nerves got worse and worse. Not only was I getting more anxious; I was starting to get really mad at the stain for not coming off.

"Just come off!" I grumbled in frustration as I gritted my teeth, glaring down at the nasty redness below me. Training was bound to start any minute, and I had still gotten nowhere with this. My lips wobbled and tears flooded into my eyes.

Why are you crying? Just calm down!

Back to present moment

It was hard to say how long I'd been lazily scrubbing the sheets, wailing my eyes out like a baby because I was missing training. I knew I was in for trouble after this, and as soon as training is done I wouldn't be surprised if Captain barged in and beat me.