ArminxReader - My Best Friend

Chapter 11

The Jeager house was always up and running by six o'clock.

Erens mother woke early to prepare breakfast, his father was scarcely there in early hours of the day taking his shift at the hospital, and both Eren and Mikasa normally arose at 6:15 am. The early rays of the sun seemed softer this morning, the warm morning light crept into every crack of the house slower everyday, and the warmth of sun arrived late. One breath in the fresh air before 11 o'clock meant it would be floating like smoke from your lips, until it warmed around noon.

Today was a particularly important day, at least more eventful than the others. Erens father had a surgery to perform in the evening, his mother had business with relatives that took her out of town for the day, Eren had an English test and a meet up with his track mates, and Mikasa was going to try out for the soft ball team.

Eren was already awake. He had been up for hours the previous night trying to ingest the entire play of 'Macbeth' in one sitting, and spent half the time re-reding paragraphs simply trying to interpret one words meaning; which as he was told, was important to do in Shakespeare. Reluctantly, Eren rose from his sheets, and walked in a slump to the end of his room. He lifted up his windows to get a breath of brisk air, and poked his head out from the frame getting a look at todays weather conditions. He breathed in deeply, the air awaking his senses and face.

"Mornin'," He mumbled to himself, and to the neighborhood below. As the words of Shakespeare​ still seemed to be repeating in his head, he had the sudden urge to piece together a
one-liner in old English, but recalled he didn't know how.

He drew his head back into the security of his bedroom, and smoothed his hair back with his hands, wondering why he didn't hear Mikasa up and running by now.

Normally Mikasa would have woken up robotically as she did every morning, there was no form of insomnia or fatigued that spoiled her normal, everyday schedule​. Yet today, a recurring problem arose once again that plagued her morning routine, a problem she kept secret and safe behind lock and key. She was not ill, free of fever, but slept restlessly, caught in a miserable nightmare. She tossed and she turned, her hair fell in her face, and her lips mumbled words of a distant memory from her childhood.

The memory her dreams so dreadfully recalled, haunted her occasionally during the night. It was the same dream she experienced many times before, and many times she woke up reliving her trauma. Her vision seemed fuzzy, like a soft distant aura surrounded everything the recollection touched. The light seemed brighter, and all the figures voices echoed in her mind like a muffled speaker, yet her words were always crisp and clear as day.

Usually when the dreams occured it caused her to accidently sleep through her alarm, and she was already 15 minutes past time, still sweating beneath her sheets.

The curtains, as usual, were drawn and shut tightly in her room, with hardly any light entering. At night she always made sure her windows were sealed and the curtains shut out of nervousness​ habit, yet in her room she slept with a lamp on beside her like normal. Alas, subconsciously during sleep, she would awake and turn it off unable to fully rest, point was, she wouldn't start out her night in darkness. The dark held nothing but mystery and room for the imagination to wonder to tremendous lengths, and create whatever she was unable to escape in in the cut and clear; none the less, the nightmares never ceased to invade her mind during the late hours. Mikasa feared the thought of not being in total security during the night, as she was surprised once before, and never again.

"Mikasa, run!" A distant voice howled in her dream. Her heart leaped to her throat, and she stood in place frozen in fear, for some reason unable to get her feet to shift even an inch.