"Who are you?" Three simple words, so it surprised me when he made that face. There's no words that can describe the worry, sadness, uneasiness, fear... the pain in his eyes. The man pulls the doctor out of the room so that I can't hear their whispers. I strain to hear what they're talking about, but I can't make out words. After a couple minutes the man raises his voice just enough.
"What do you mean he may never remember?" What am I forgetting? Why should he give a crap? I just want to get out of here, it's not safe. The doc said I can't move for two weeks though. It'll hurt, but I have to. Armin and Mikasa are probably worried about me. Pain floods over my body as I get out of the bed. It hurts a lot, but me being stubborn I walk to the window. I slide it open and see that I'm on the first floor. I make my way through the window and jog into town. By the time I get to town I'm too sore to care and I plop down next to a store. I know that I'll get run off soon, but I still need all the rest I can get. I close my eyes, but I don't fall asleep. As I sit there I listen to my surroundings. After awhile I hear steps coming close to me so I open one eye and see the store owner right by me. My body becomes stiff and my eyes widen.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" He lets out a small chuckle and goes back into the store, much to my surprise. Whatever I'm forgetting is suddenly my main interest, because people don't just leave 'our kind' alone. The man returns quickly with a plate of food. Confused by this unlikely action I tilt my head a bit. The man just lets out another chuckle and says, "Your stomach was growling so loud I could hear it from here." I blush at the fact he could hear that and grab the plate. The man walks away as I eat the food. I feel like I missed something important, why else would these people be so kind to me. Night falls rather quickly, so I assume I woke up fairly late in the afternoon. The crowds die down so I pull myself to my feet and make my way towards some of my hangouts. Despite the fact that the owner was nice to me today, I feel the need to move. That man had never been nice in the past and I'm not risking it just because he was having a really good day. I don't want to get hurt right now, I refuse to let anyone find me in this state. But it's odd, as I walk the people don't glare or spit at me. No one gave me a dirty look or tried to hurt me. I don't know why and I really don't care. I just want to get away from these strangers. I want to get away from that house I was in. I want to get away from the people from that house. I want to get away from that man.
So why does it pain me to go?
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My Short Master
FanfictionEren, a half blood, finds himself in trouble after being caught during a theft. Now he must serve his new master who doesn't like him at all. Or does he...
