❁ My Medicine ❁(Ymir x Christa)

Chapter 1

Ymir's P.O.V

"I'm sorry! I was just trying to help, jeez!" I heard my sister yell from the top of the oak stairs.

"Well now I don't have an outfit for school, and it's all your fault! Did no one ever tell you to not mix colored clothes with whites?" I screamed back, throwing my brown backpack over one shoulder. I saw her nod. I snickered.

"You're pathetic. I'm leaving." I stated, starting out the door.

"Ymir, it's not time for school yet. I made breakfast for you!" She argued.

"Maybe I would've had time for breakfast if you hadn't screw up my clothes! I'll  get breakfast at school. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be at the dry cleaners. Getting a shirt. You owe me half of my wardrobe, brat." I spat, slamming the door behind me.

I began walking through the wet city, letting delicate raindrops fall onto my hair. I walked on, not greeting a single face I saw. Once I reached the rusty pale doors that belonged to the dry cleaners, I stopped. Locked doors. I knocked, an waited for assistance. After about 35 seconds, a light hand caressed the inner handle, opening it. A rather chubby face greeted me, welcoming me inside the musty building.

"What can I do for you, sugar?" The woman beamed.

"I'm here to pick up an order... I'm Ymir. Clothes should be under that name." I said, leaning against the table. The lady closed her eyes, smiled, and disappeared into the back of the store. The place had been redone. It looked a lot nicer than before. The woman returned, handing me a few articles of clothing. I nodded, and was on my way.

I got to school, passing by everyone and immediately running to the bathroom to change. I pulled my plain white t shirt over my head, revealing my crème grey sports bra. I slipped on the light blue tanktop on and army green cargo pants. I walked out of the bathroom and made my way to the hallway, were I stood by my locker, waiting for the bell to ring.

"Might as well light a cigarette" I thought. I jogged to the schools back gates, that led to an alley way that was in between two solid brick walls. I was never allowed to bring drugs to school. God knows what the principal would do if he found out that I had smokes. I reached into an old mop bucket that contained a cardboard box with 6 cigs inside. I grabbed out 1, and reached into my back pocket for a lighter. The smoke filled my lungs, and I immediately felt more relaxed. I was enjoying this, oh how happy I was! This feeling, this marvelous feeling! Oh it makes me want to- wait. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Who am I? I slid down the wall, so that I was sitting on my butt, face buried in my legs. I felt warm tears flow down my cheeks onto my shirt. Oh get up, Ymir! Who even are you?!  I  hit my head. My mind was racing, I felt dizzy, but I knew that I had to get myself together. I wiped my cigarette on the ground, watching the ashes fly. I stood up, an went back inside the school.

I walked home. In silence. Once I reached the front door of my house, I sighed. Another hellish night. I opened it, and saw my boring house. Nothing has changed. I jogged up to my room (that was also my fathers office) and plopped down on my bed. I couldn't wait for a nap!

"Ymir, dinners almost ready. Go help your mother and let me work, damnit!" My dad yelled.

"Well excuse me. Jesus Christ." I said, rolling my eyes. I wanted to make sure he heard me. I began to walk out of the room, as dad grabbed my face in his strong hands.

"What was that, Ymir? Keep your mouth shut." He said. And with that, I was shoved out the door. I held my face, and stared at the now closed door. I sighed. Of course, he doesn't even say "hi" to me. God, am I that worthless of  a daughter? I slowly walked down the stairs, expecting to see no one in the kitchen. I was wrong. There stood mom, bottle in her hand, with a wooden spoon in the other. Drinking before dinnertime was her new thing I guess.

"Y-Ymir... Sit down." I heard mom say. All my other siblings sat at the dinner table.

"Um, hey guys..." I said, sitting down next to my brother. My sister didn't say anything. I honestly couldn't believe that she was still salty from the fight that took place earlier this morning. Brat. There we all were. A silenced dinner of canned soup and water with microwave-made rice.

After dinner, I ran up to my room.

"GET OUT!" I heard my dad yell at me. I sat on my bed, readying myself, giving him the cold shoulder.

"Do you not know how to use your brain?! I said get out! I need to work!"

I looked at him, dead in the eyes.

"And I need to get an education. If you're so bothered by me, get the hell out" I blurted, switching the light switch off and crawling under my covers. I didn't hear another peep from him.