Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

XIII: A Royal Secret

[Mikasa]

"Otousan, stop...please," I beg, squeezing my eyes shut as the grip on my wrists tightens. I shudder as I let out a series of whimpers, even though I know that all my efforts to do something are useless. Nobody's here. It's just me, and just him, all alone. I feel my heart beating against my rib cage and hear ringing pierce my ears. This can't be happening. It's all too surreal. "Stop! Otousan!" I yell. The figure doesn't stop, and instead, tightens its death grip on my wrists. I scream out in pain, and I can feel my face getting hotter with every millisecond that passes. I begin to feel sick.
I kick and scream, cry and wail, but nothing will help me now. I resent my mother for leaving me alone with this monster. "Otousan! What are you-no! Stop! O-Otousan... P-please, stop!" I wail, and I feel hot tears trail down my cheeks. I want this to end. I want it to stop. "Stop... Please, Otousan! Stop..."

I once again jolt awake, as if a set of defibrillators have been slammed against my chest. My heart is beating faster and faster with every shallow breath that I take, and I feel my body shiver as I try to cover myself in the bedding.
The room is dark. My head hurts immensely and my chest aches from my heart beating so fast. I feel tears sting my eyes as I convulse into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs. Tears run down my face rapidly like a river, and I let all my sadness out. Why can't I just sleep? Why can't my memories just fade? What did I do to deserve this?
I can hear my crying getting louder, but I can't stop. I contort my face into one of pain as the tears fall endlessly from my eyes, and I squeeze them shut to block out the darkness with my own. I clutch my pajama pants tightly, needing something to hold on to.
Flashbacks of my dream come back to me; those penetrating blue eyes and sadistic smile; the glint in his eyes that told me what he was going to do was something terrible. I shake in fear; he isn't here, but that doesn't make me any less afraid of him. I can still feel his snake-like touch - a touch I used to find so comforting and warm - against my shoulders, even though he's several million miles away from here. It makes my heart drop to my stomach, and I feel as if I cover myself in blankets I just might be safe.
I begin scratching again; I can't help it. I've relapsed, and it's getting worse. So much worse. I wish I could stop; I wish it would stop. But of course, it won't. It won't ever stop, and it's all because I was too weak. I promised I would never be that weak again, yet here I am, weaker than ever and wishing none other than death upon myself. I wish everything could just go away. But of course, it won't. It won't ever go away.

[Eren]

It's an ordinary school day. I sit in class listening to music, since there's nothing better to do anyway. I'm a lot more happier than I was yesterday, and I can't help but think about how Mikasa acted yesterday. It was completely different from her usual behavior, although still exactly the same. She was still sarcastic, yes, and bitchy, but she was nicer.

It's hard to believe that it's only been three weeks since I came here. In the last three weeks I've met more people than I have in the last seventeen years of my lifetime collectively. I have friends here. Sure, my dad is still the same asshole he was, and mom's still not here, but it's a lot better than what I did have.

I glance over at the seat beside me. It's empty. I sigh. After lunch was over yesterday, Mikasa just walked away without a word. I was left by myself again, which I didn't mind. But she isn't here today, and that worries me. She's usually always here - she may not enjoy being here, but she's still here. It makes me wonder. Her parents never seem to be home, and it seems like she can do anything she wants. If I were her, I'd spend all my time at home alone.
I try to shake the worrying thoughts from my mind. I shouldn't even be worrying about this. She wouldn't be if it were the other way around, so I might as well forget about it. Sighing, I return my attention to my phone, and scroll through my music. Selecting a new song, I close my eyes and lay my head down on the desk.