Titans Rule, a Levi Ackerman x Fem OC story.

(1) Normalcy.

~Amelia~

Utterly earsplitting, the blaring, repeating buzz of my alarm jolted me awake. The constant noise reinforced my absolute hatred towards mornings. Routinely, I threw a flurry of curse words at my innocent alarm, slamming the snooze button. As I fell back into my slumber, a second alarm followed.

"Fine, I'm awake," I grumbled, walloping my poor alarm with an unnecessary amount of force.

I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and ripped my mess of hair from my half-lidded vision, forcing myself to sit up. Blearily, I glanced at the clock. My eyes shot open as I realised the time.

"Amelia! Rise and shine, sweetie!" my mum boomed through the crack in my bedroom door.

I didn't respond. "Come on, honey. It's Friday. The best day of the week, right after Monday." I rolled my eyes at my mum's enthusiasm.

Biting down hard on my already chapped lips, I restrained myself from the string of swear words threatening to slip out. Sometimes, I wish my mum would have more faith in my ability to wake up by myself. I was an ancient twenty-one years old, officially making me an adult, not that my current lateness was evidence of that. I had made the mistake of starting the first season of the anime Attack on Titan before falling asleep, and I had gotten wholly hooked. I only realised how late it was when the birds started chirping outside my window.

"Come on, your first lecture will start soon, and you don't want to be late. Oh, and you've got your big race today!" my mum bellowed, somehow even louder than before. I groaned at the reminder. In my sleep-deprived state, running half-naked in front of potentially tens of people didn't sound appealing.

The curtains were forced open violently, not giving my eyes nearly enough time to adjust. Without warning, the duvet was ripped from my grasp. Instantly, all the hairs on my body stood up. A cat-like hiss escaped my lips. 

Pulling the duvet back over me, I attempted to go back to sleep. However, this only led to me tumbling to the floor as my mum violently snatched the quilt from my grasp.

After losing count of the dust particles on the carpet, I looked back longingly at my bed and whispered, "I'll come back for you soon, my love." I dramatically wiped away fake tears from my eyes and beelined for the bathroom.

Once I arrived, I carried out my mundane morning routine. Only today did I consider my appearance more seriously. My dark brown, almost black eyes stared back at me, the source of much of the teasing I had received growing up. Being half-Japanese and having just moved to England, the kids at school had never let me forget it.

Taming my lengthy charcoal hair, I decided to tie it up out of my face. My annoyingly red lips, which looked as if I was constantly having an allergic reaction, were irritated and cracking in places. Poking at them cautiously, a shot of pain travelled across my face, causing my fingers to retreat instantaneously. Overall, it was safe to say I was a mess and had no time to do anything about it.

Heaving a heavy sigh, I rambled out of the bathroom and headed towards my depressing wardrobe. It was filled with endless black: charcoal, ebony, raven—name a dark shade, and I had it. Scrupulously, I selected one of my usual outfits: a plain dark grey t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a black hoodie. A necklace my mum had given me for my eighteenth birthday hung around my neck. It had become a part of me since she bequeathed it. It had initially been my grandmother's, a woman I'd only met a few times but adored nonetheless.

Promptly, I strolled out of my room and aimed for the stairs. Yellowing white walls embellished with childhood photographs passed by as I went down, each skillfully nailed on by my dad long ago. After my dad was in an accident twelve years ago, he was paralysed from the waist down, thus limiting the amount of DIY he could do around the house. My mum was utterly inept in that area and too busy providing for our family to have the time to do it anyway. Our house remained in a state of decay, which only worsened as the years passed.