Eremika:When The Time Is Right

15.New Things

*Mikasa Pov*

I run outside, tears flowing out my eyes,down my eyes,leaving everything in that room. I feel dumbfounded,lost, confused. All these emotions come spiralling at me and I don't know what to feel except vulnerable. Allthese secrets revealed to me shpuld make me feel satisfied, content even but instead i feel empty.Like all my purpose been sucked out of me.Is this what I was clinging to?I this the truth I wanted to hear?

I find myself in a narrow path, leading into the barren, life-giving park. I run into it,the dim yellow lights making the concrete floor seem like a marble stage of fearlessness,a way tolet lose and forget about the events, even for a moment. I feel the breeze flowing through my hair, brushing against my black locks of hair but I don't care as the sound of the wind brushing against the trees and the night, black sky enveloping the landscape of the dull green park. I take a moment to feel the calm breeze mellow through my body,as i sit my self down on a bench,gaping at the quiet landscape.No noise.Silence.

As I collect my self, I realize I left Eren there, all alone with no explanation and I quickly send him a text,that im fine.I pick up my phone to find 5 missed calls from Eren ,so i quickly apologize and tellhimill be leaving shortly, and that ill just be going for a walk.

I stroll walk down a few paths into where Levis studio is supposed to be and reminisce over the memories w had, I always hated training but im glad that one day I will be able to defend myself.I sit myself at the door stop of his studi and wrap my coat around me,I dont think its mine as I start to feel its large mass awning over me. I place my hands in the vat pockets and find a narrowe box.I take it out and find cigarettes. Since when did Eren smoke? I take out a cigar and light it with the lighter remaining in the pocket.I need break.One cigarrete isnt going to kill me.As i feel the smoke falling inside me,i struggle to smoke it as i am just a mere amutear .I wonder how Eren does it.Instead of filling my head with Erens habits that i had no idea about,I walk back home,along the longer route,a di guess this is a day to try new things.I saunder though the dark tunnels,the only lights being the one at the end of the cigar and the one at the end of the tunnel.

Suddenly,I feel the grip of arms tightened around me.Panicked,I drop the cigar on the floor and my eys are met with a hooded figure.His arms tighten around my arm and he pushes me onto the wall.My arm feeling slightly dislocated,and my back on the verge of breaking,I am now surrounded my multiple hooded
figures.Frightend,I freeze.They place their grip onto me,making sure I wasn't trying to escape.Their hands travel to my body.I feel trapped.I try to inch myself away from them but the trip only gets tighter.
"She's a pretty one isn't she"
They chuckle amongst themselves over their innapropraite remarks.
"I wonder what we could do with all this"
I feel a hand grope my breasts.They slowly start to undress me.I want to scream.I don't like this,yet all I can do is measly clench my first.I feel nauseous.I feel dirty.I don't want to be here.As I try to inch myself away further,one of the men grab me and pulls me into them,his hand gripping on my jaw.He places his mouth onto mine.
"Your not going anywhere-"

Out of no where, a bike gets thrown in his direction.I duck and manage to get out of the way,to my pleasure,the hero is revealed to be Eren and his jaw tightens when he sees me men gaping all over me.I spit out of disgust at the mes mouth on mine and run to Eren.
Suddenly the men rally up onto us.
"Well looks like we got exactly what we planned for."

The chuckle and run towards us.I feel anger burning inside of me and as one tries to punch me I catch his arm and twist it back,throwing him into the wall I gaze over at Eren I see a side to him I've never seen before.He ruthlessly breaks their limbs throughout them aside in a matter of seconds,His long brown hair,falling over his face as heales them bleed.Before I could even comprehend the damage he made ,he heads in my direction,grabs my arm and pulls me away.Traces of blood are still visible on his hand,his knuckles torn apart and I can't help to think that he did this all for me.

As he zips up my( his)coat he can't help but feel his cigarette packet in the pocket.He takes it out with a bewildered expression and looks at me.
I look away in shame,but I hear his chuckle and he drags me back home.