My New Life (Armin/ AOT)

Why?

this chappy has triggers and stuff, so will this story... just because... sorry

(Thomas POV)

"Hey Mika, I was wo-" I start but Mika just walks away. I've tried talking to her, but she won't listen. She's always reading some book Armin gave her. They're dating now... But they don't belong together. She belongs with me! I slowly follow Mika down the hallway and outside of school. The bell just rung, and Armin is tutoring today. I follow her on her walk home, staying a few people behind. Soon she reaches her house and walks inside, running into the door because she never looked up from her book. I chuckle and she looks up from her book and I hide behind a bush. I hope she didn't see me... I look through the window and see her go upstairs. I sigh in defeat and walk home.

(Mika POV)

Eren and Mikasa have to work, and Armin has to tutor people, so I'm all alone for now. The dark voices come back into my head, and there is only one way to make them go away. I walk upstairs and lock my door and window, closing the blinds and turning on my bedside lamp. I walk to my closet and grab my old suitcase and reach into the front pocket and pull out a memory box. I look down at the contents and sigh as the voices get louder. There is a picture of me and all my friends, me and my family, and a razor. I change into some booty shorts and sit on the floor, looking at the pictures. I let the dark voices take over my consciousness, and I feel the sharp pain of the blade slicing into my thighs. The pain and guilt leaks away each time I create a new cut, letting the blood flow freely down my legs. I sigh and lay down on the rug, letting the sticky liquid run out of my body and dropping the blade next to me and falling asleep.

"Mika, it's Armin!" I hear a voice yell from downstairs and I get up hastily. I run to the bathroom and put on some pants, then run and unlock my bedroom door and window, calling down to tell Armin where I am. He comes into my room and smiles before frowning deeply, worry covering any other expressions. "Mika, is that blood on your thighs? And on the rug-" He stops when he sees the blade, and I start to cry. He shouldn't have known I've done this to myself. He looks at me shocked before he grabs my wrist and checks to see where the cuts are. "Where are they?" He asks softly, and I pull of the sweat pants so he can see the damage I have done to myself. He looks down and pulls me into the bathroom, but when he lets go of my arm, I run. I close the door behind me and run into Mikasa's room and climbing under her bed. I need to feel the pain or the voices will come back, and I don't want Armin to see this hideous side of me. He should just go home. I hear him calling my name, and he then comes into Mikasa's room after me. He probably followed the blood trail. 

"Mika, come out. I need to fix you." He speaks softly as he looks under the bed. I shake my head and tears keep falling down my face. I can't be fixed.

"Armin, go home. You can't fix me! The voices always come back, no one can fix me!" He reaches underneath the bed and grabs my hand, pulling me out of the darkness and enveloping me into a big bear hug. I look at him to see him crying into my stomach. Why is he crying? He should be furious, running out of the house and never wanting to see me again. But no, he's sitting here with me in his lap, crying into my stomach. "Why are you crying?" I manage to gasp out, and he sighs and looks up at me.

"Because you got hurt, and I wasn't here to stop it from happening... Just never mind about that. We need to clean you up." As he says that he picks me up and carries me downstairs, properly cleaning my wound so they wont bleed anymore. I only cut two times before this, because I know how wrong it is. The voices go away for a while afterward, so it's not like I need to get rid of them often. Once Armin cleans the wound, the front door opens and someone comes in. My head shoots up and I see Thomas. I blush as I realized that I'm in booty shorts that say 'Dorkalicious'. I look and see Armin glaring at him, and he sits there unfazed by the glare as he stares at my bare legs. Once he's done staring, he notices the cuts.