Attack On Titan: Fire Away || Eren Jaegar X OC

Chapter Five

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My mothers face appears before my eyes. "It's all your fault Cianna!" She screams, tears streaming down her worn face.

"It's all your fault!" My one and only brother screams, "You could have saved me!" I look to him with tears in my eyes.

"N-nicholas," I start, "Y-you don't mean that." I say desperately reaching my hand out to him. My mother slaps my hand away from him, cradling him on her arms.

My father comes out from the pitch black void. "Dad," I say with uncertainty, "What is going on?"

A look of betrayal crosses my fathers elderly face, "Don't call me dad," he says sternly.

"But d- father-" I start, looking at him confused, talking a step towards him.

"Don't call me that!" He yells with anger clear in his blue orbs, he goes over to my mother and brother. "You have no right to call me your father!"

I stare at them confused until they look up betrayed and Nicholas screams, "You left us! You didn't even try to save us! You are not my sister, not my friend."

"You are nothing!" He screams.

I stare blankly at them as my father gets up from his kneeling position next to mother.

"It's all your fault," my father whispers menacingly, "you are no longer part of this family, you never were. You were the odd one out, not speaking, we would have been a better family without you!" He kicks my feet out from under me. As I hit the ground, I lost my breath.

Mother gets up from her kneeling position, "you are no daughter of mine, of his," she said pointing to father, "And no sister to Nicholas." She kicks my side as I curl into a ball.

"I hope you are happy," Nicholas says bitterly looking down at me with cold eyes, "Your alive and we aren't."

Father picks up the wooden chair, walking quickly over to me as he breaks off one leg. Holding that one leg threateningly.

"You betrayed this family!" My father screams enraged, walking over to a chair, "You have no right to call yourself a Zëll!"

With that last line, he brings down the leg of the chair, cutting into the tissue of my left thigh.

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I gasp, my eyes snapping open. My breathing comes faster and more shallow. A thin layer of sweat sticks just below my hairline. Breathing deeply to calm myself, I look ahead notice a large brick wall with open barn doors. It looks almost as if it was a storage place.

"It was just a nightmare," I mumbled to myself closing my eyes, "shake it off."

Opening my eyes again, I notice the many mats on the floor, there are mostly towels, but few lucky people have mats to sleep on.

I put my hand behind me as I bend my right leg into a crouching potion. Moving my right hand behind me as well, I try to bend my left leg. A searing pain rips through my side like wildfire.

Hissing, I grip the aching spot until it is at a dull throb. 'What was that?' I thought to myself, then remembered my dream, 'That dream wasn't real, it couldn't have been.'

I lift up the hymn of my grey, cotton dress and see a scar where I was cut in my dream. The scar was healing, which means it couldn't have been caused by the dream, if it was, it would not be scabbed over.

Putting the hymn back down, I lean against a wooden pole, looking around helplessly, 'I guess I have to do this myself.'

Pulling my right leg into a crouched position once more, I use my hands to steady myself in the wooden pole. "Ok," I breathe out, "I can do this."