Trapped in Hell (Jeanxoc)

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"Oh now this is getting interesting" Hanji smirked and pushed up her glasses. All eyes were on me.

"...Jessica I" Erwin began "I'm.."

I cut him off by letting out a war scream, battle cry whatever you may call it. I lunged at him over his desk and knocked him and his chair to the ground. "DIE!!" Quickly I grabbed a pen that fell on the floor, lifting it high in the air I brought it down to his face but his arm blocked it and it went right through his forearm. Erwin let out a loud groan of pain. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" small fingers wrapped around his neck and I squeezed with all my might trying to take away all air flow. He pushed at my face trying to make me let go, but I wouldn't. My grip only got tighter and blood began dripping down his neck.

"Jessica!" Mr. Ackerman grabbed me and tried pulling me off of him. I was not moving until Erwin Smith was dead. At that point his face was starting to turn blue "Help me!" Levi said.

"Jessica let go!" Eren pulled one of my arms and Jean the other.

"Stop it!" Jean said. Eren and Jean pulled at my arms, Levi pulled my torso and Erwin was scratching at my wrists. After probably a minute their strength overpowered mine. Yes it sounds crazy a 5 foot 1, 17 year old girl could overpower 4 guys. But I have wanted his end for the longest time and I was able to push myself far beyond my limits because of that.

Erwin stood up gasping for air. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"I will kill you!!!" I yelled trying to get him but was held back by Eren Jean and Levi.

"Jessica calm down!" Jean yelled.

"I won't rest until your 10 feet in the ground!! It's it's all your fault!" I growled my voice cracking "mom is is dead because because of you" I bit my lip and began sobbing.

"..she's ..she's dead?.." Erwin asked.

~~~a look into the past~~~

When dad had left, my mom was devastated. It was my fault he left, all mine. But no, mom didn't believe that. It was her fault, she failed the family and she broke up the family. But that definitely wasn't true. She was the best wife and mother anyone could ever want. She cooked, cleaned,  always smiled, she was smart, beautiful, loving and supportive. But apparently.. she couldn't see those amazing characteristics in herself. She became deeply depressed and only a month later Ariana was born.... but that bright smile of hers  just never came back to her face. Some nights I would hear her crying in her room calling out for my father to come back, but it would never happen she knew that.

I was 10 and Ariana was 3 months old on that dreadful night. Moms cries were loud and I so desperately wished I could take away all the pain. And when I heard a gun shot come from her room I knew she took away the pain herself. I was young but I was smart my father taught me a lot I knew just what happened. I got up from bed, Ariana had started crying in her nursery but that had to wait. I walked down the hall and entered my moms room, she lay on her blood stained bed motionless. My eyes watered and I crawled onto the bed and cuddled up next to her lifeless body.

The next day the cops arrived after I called them, so did my aunt Nina. When things were cleaned up and everything settled down Nina walked up to me. The tall woman kneeled down to my level, her face covered in tears.

"Do you remember me sweety?" she asked.

I nodded my head crying "Yeah a little"

"Jessica.... we're going to pretend that nothing happened, ok? I'll be your mommy" she said. It was perfect really, she and my mother were identical twins. "Everything is alright... it was just a dream" Nina said.

I embraced her tightly "Ok ...Ok.... everything is..alright ...mommy is fine" I whispered, I knew this was the best way to go.

And thats how things went. She changed her name to Anastasia, my mothers name, and somehow she pulled some strings and as far as the government knows my mother never died and Nina is my birth mother as well as Ariana's. No one knows about this secret only me and Nina, not even Ariana knows.

Even though I pretended everything was alright, I knew it wasn't. I promised myself that one day I would bring an end to my father.