TO THE BONE | eren yeager

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3rd person.

" 𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬, 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡! "

cold and desperate for answers no one was ready to have. classrooms were filled with people she'd stared at- greeted and sometimes, talked to for minutes on in. now, they stared at her, talked about her, deceived on her blood, wondering if it could be her or misaka.

" if you could all quiet down, i'm sure i'd be able to start my lesson. " the women said with sternness, watching as the wondering students quit their antics. " thank you, now- "

it felt pointless to listen in, she knew about the lesson days ago.

jittered with nervousness, she couldn't be comfortable. maybe it was just the thought of the students behind her staring- giving her looks she couldn't turn and decipher. or maybe, it wasn't a thought, maybe they were genuinely giving her those looks because they could. she hated that, she felt so weak, and it was all about her, was she weird for this feeling?

wasn't now the time to embrace it? to let in the sunshine and doves, to completely let go of her lies and sweep them away, throwing them into the eyes of the public? it was, but what came next? the undivided mistreatment? the stares of obsession and grace- the lies she would have to keep on her shoulders because of the mark.

the testing.

she wasn't ready, she wasn't built for this. it was too much- too soon. she wished hange would've waited. she could've came to her room! what if she would've stayed at the dorms instead of going home? could that have made it worse? would they have found out anyways?

she wanted answers, just like them. they weren't different at all. she would've been just like them if the heating pad for a spider wasn't hovering her hip with closeness. they couldn't be at fault for questioning the people at their own school.

and she couldn't sit in silence and blame herself forever, she had a mission to complete and a meeting with hange. fuck, just kill me now. crumbing her roots into her hand, she shut her eyes- hoping for peace. she only got bickered silence and darkness. pure, devoted darkness.

" are you okay? " she didn't move, she wanted to assume they weren't talking to her. " whatever. " the individual yawned near her, she could feel their body heat- and now, she could hear sounds pour back in. chairs scratching against carpet, the once silent talks were now voiced, loud in her sore ears.

calm and subtle, a freakishly cold hand was placed on the outside of her compressed long sleeve. " the bell rung weirdo, just wanted you to know. " the voice was clearer now, they weren't drowned out and nauseating, something about their tone made her happy. yes, be rude to me! she wanted normal shit; she didn't want to be looked up as the new girl who just so happens to be one of the nine.

" thank you. " she muttered lowly, her lips hoarsely curled into a smile. " thank you. " she repeated even lower, just to lock it in and pray that would happen more often. she wanted to be simple, fuck this mark and the magic it came with. something about that made her head hurt worse- the grumbling in her stomach made her want to throw up everywhere.

the crimpling crack in her back was another thing she needed, popping the aching bones back into place. she viewed the empty classroom with peace stuck in her head. the last class, this was the last obstacle. now, the brick wall was next.

the skeptical and horribly timed mission.

friday was over, whether she liked it or not. the stares haven't stopped, actually- they've gotten worse. the team was pulled out of practice late friday to get measured and pre-equipped with their gear. the sides still burned her skin and the straps were still tight around her thighs, but she'd take that security over anything.