Eremika:When The Time Is Right

11.Hitch

*Mikasa Pov*

I wake up in a frenzy.What happend last night messed with me? I was seeing things I'd never thought I'd see in a lifetime.If you told little old me 5 years ago that Hitch was crying her eyes out infront if me I would've laughed in your face.Hitch wasn't the typical vulnerable type.She was poised.She loved to keep an image up. Everyone in school thought she was perfect.The queen bee.It was corny but it fit her.I was invisible in everyone's eyes but the moment she laid her eyes on me and criticised everything I did which made me a target.The moment she started targeting me, pointing out little things that would impact me in the long run.

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Flashback

~Start of highschool~

"Mikasa wow your really brave in wearing that hairstyle today"Hitch says as she giggles with her minions.
I fidget with my hair.
"Why what's wrong with it?"I ask her

"Oh nothing nothing.You do you"She peeks a glance over to her friend and then snickers whilst walking off, leaving me feeling like a prey being pinioned into feeling miserable
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I stare into space as I remember this moment,I remember the feeling I felt.The feeling that I was out of place.The feeling that I was different.Not in a good way.But a bad one,a very bad one.
Why do I feel pity on her?
She is like the devil had been reincarnated into a girl which is Hitch.Hicth made my like hell.Everyday I was around her she made me feel like an outsider.But yet still why?
What makes me feel sympathy after all shes done?
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~the day before Mikasa and Eren stopped being friends~

*Mikasa Pov*

I'm sitting in Hitch's room.
Her room is as big as the my whole house.Marble pink floors and a big canopy bed in the middle of her room.At the left side,she has her walk in closet with all the clothes you can imagine.The doors have engraved 'Hitch' on the,with a gold outline of the pastel pink writing.On the right of her bed she has a balcony,it's truly a angels room,but yet a devil lies here. The room has the iridescent color if pink plastered all over it.The pink cascades into a pearly white colour,initiating her en suite bathroom.I think to myslef.How could some people's life be fated to be so good?Why did mine have to turn out as horribly as it is and what did I do to deserve it?
My eyes scan the room to see her vanity desk,Pearly lights surround the mirror and a whole ton of expensive makeup scattered all over the table.That whole table itself could be worth thousands.I can barley see a glimpse of the owner herself,as her minions are surrounding her.They are standing around her,all perfectly around her as she sits in her vanity seat in front of the mirror,like how a queen sits on her throne and all her peasants watch her.

"Omg babes you look sooo gooddd!!"
"Your totally gonna rock all the boys down tonight"

The Hubba bubba of them fussing over her is blocked out when I see the real picture I'm seeing.Im not there.I mean, I'm not gushing around Hitch like she's my queen,or treating her like she's a princess.Im sitting away from her.Like I'm an outsider.She want me to fuss over her like she's my God.Like I owe her something.It all makes sense to me.These girls have all mindlessly fallen into her trap.Hitch penalizes them for being themselves,then once she has them at their worst,at them crying at how lame they are,she takes them under her wing and transforms them into copy's of her,not better copies of her.But copies of her that worship her.
She makes these girls feel as if she has changed them when really she has just twisted and suffocated every single original part of them.

I blink back to reality at the scene in front of me.
A beep of a car horn goes off.

"Go on girls I'll meet you in the limo later."Hitch says,barley making eyecontact with her fans,as she takes the lipstick and tries to create an ombre effect with her lips,her mouth in an oval shape,effecting her speech.

They all scurry along, listening to their master's instructions.

"Oh Mikasa it's a shame you can't join us at my birthday party,but you know the rules I could only invite a certain amount of people"
I gaze over to her invation poster,which says 'All are welcome" and the place it's at is a big hall enough to occupy thousands.
"Oh it's no problem"I lie, whilst awkwardly looking around

"Thanks anyways for helping me out with my makeup,I really need this"she says pouting. She passes her hairbrush to me,initiating that I brush her hair.Reluctantly,I grab it and brush her hair.Gid how I wanted to rip out every single bit if her hair.She was just teasing me and it made me feel like shit.I didn't even want to go to that stupid party,I just wanted to feel included.It hurt seeing everyone gossiping over the biggest party of the year.It hurt seeing Eren slowly forget about me.It hurt feeling like I don't belong.I just want to feel included.I stop.Shes doing it to me isn't she.Shes making me feel weak and vulnerable and then she's going to make me her slave.No.No.No.I won't let that happen.

"Actually,I guess it's a blessing in disguise"I say Still brushing her hair,making eye contact with her thru the mirror.

She stops."What do you mean?"

"I'm not really the type for big parties.Its like a big room of noise and chaos,and for what I doubt anyone is really here for your birthday but just for the free food and drinks.Don't you agree?"

I stop as I reach the end of her hair.Then,I Direct the brush back up to the top and start again.Her soft strands if hair oozing through the brush.
No noise comes from her.I feel a bit eccentric.I don't know what just happened.

"I think everyone will be there for my Birthday.For me"she quietly says.
A gap of silence fills the room,her brush bristles are the only sounds in the whole field of tension.

"Yea yes of course,I don't know what I was thinking.You do you."I say smiling.I did indeed know what I was thinking,she was a spoilt brat who likes all the attention to be in her the whole time.

Suddenly,from my brush I feel her standing up.She grabs the brush from my hand and throws it on her marble pink floor,making a loud noise.
I side eyes the brush and look back down at her.We are now facing,face to face.I glare into her eyes.

"Is there something wrong?"I ask

"Get out"

"W-"

"I SAID GET OUT" She screeches,her voice piercing through her through as she delivers her words to me.I back away,as her voice pushes me away.Her fists clench up as I walk away in silence.
God that was something.