Cold Colours (EDITING)

Help (2.O)

I sigh, rubbing my eyes tiredly as the door bell rang angrily. It sounded like whoever was on the other side of my front door was very agitated.

My feet make small thudding sounds as I step over and around the foot containers littering the place. It was... a mess to say the least.

The fridge was torn open, the light that shone out of it sending a large column of light into the dark kitchen. The curtains were drawn hastily, the city only visible through a small ray that I hadn't taken the time to worry about. Stray food packages lay here and there, some advertising various different meat products as others portrayed companies that sold fresh fruit.

I myself was a mess. The shirt I wore was an old one, stretched and worn down by years and years of use. My hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail with a stray rubber band I had picked up from somewhere in this house...

To be honest, I was falling apart. And I had one day to get over it before life started again.

I walked to the door, grabbing the door handle at the same time a very familiar voice called out to me. Why was she here...

"(Y/N) I swear if you don't open this door! You're scaring me!" (F/N) cries from behind the wooden door. My hand stops a few centimeters from the handle. Should I open the door?

I imagine my best friend standing out there, shifting from foot to foot as she tended to when nervous. My bag would be clutched tightly to her chest, my phone stuffed in her back pocket along with her own.

She would interrogate me on my sudden dissapparence from dinner. She would scold me for being rude. When she saw my house she would accuse me of being a slob. She would convince me to let her stay to clean...

All the things I didn't want to deal with right now. But I couldn't just leave my best friend hanging as I had. No matter how messed up my life was she was still my best friend... she was still there for me when no one else was...

So, with a sigh I heaved the door open. Wind from outside hit me in the face, wrinkling my shirt slightly.

(F/N) stood outside alone, just as I had suspected my purse would pressed to her chest. When I opened the door she opened her mouth to surely yell at me when she paused.

Her eyes scanned me up and down, taking in every imperfection. She lingered on my dried makeup for a moment... I never left makeup on when I got home. I hated wearing it for no one, so I refused to.

"(Y/N)... What-what happened?" Her voice was surprisingly gentle. She let my purse fall to her side as she reaches out, brushing back a stray strand of hair from my face. "Did someone hurt you? Why did you leave all of a sudden?"

I sigh, watching my best friend closely. She really did care. Of that I was certain. She walked all the way to the other side of town just to bring me my things and make sure I was okay. More than most would have done.

"I'm fine (F/N). Did you bring me my phone." However I wasn't in the mood. I didn't want to stand here and explain to her what was happening. I didn't want to think about what was happening. All I wanted to do was find something I could eat and eat it forever and ever. I was starving... and yet I couldn't do anything about it.

(F/N) frowns, my tone catching her offguard. She steps back, watching me coldly as she holds out my purse. "You're welcome."

I snatch the bag, holding out my other hand for my phone. (F/N) only frowns more, reaching back to pull out my phone and slamming it down on my hand.

"Wow, I thought you would at least thank me." She says, annoyance lacing her words. I completely ignore this, however. Her kindness was suddenly annoying to me.

"Thank you (F/N). I'm sorry for leaving you and Eren without saying anything... see you when I see you." With that I step away from the door and close it within an instant. Leaving (F/N) outside in the cold seemed rather cruel, but I... I just couldn't do it.

"Good girl."

My hands shakily run through my hair, my purse hitting the floor harshly as I drop it.

Something was wrong. I could feel it. There was something running through my veins that wasn't me.

It wasn't me...

"(F-(F/N) help..." I manage to whisper out.

But no one came.