Touch Starved

6

It had been, relatively, a while since the candle was blown out. And I had yet to close my eyes. I didn't even want to blink at the moment. Flashback to the day would greet me. Namely, the smile from that titan and its bulbous eyes. My hands felt like they had bugs crawling on them, and I knew it was Jimmy's fault. No good deed went unpunished, but the skeleton wasn't the one who was paying.

I sat up in the bed. Could I consider it mine? My chest hurt at the thought that I really was here. I patted at my still stinging cheeks, the pain felt real enough for me to assume so. I also felt a wetness. I wiped my hands, trying to get whatever on my hands and pulled my hand back. Leaning more towards the light from the window, I saw they were tears. I dabbed at my face.

I guess I was crying.

That realization broke the dam. I grabbed my pillow, shoving it onto mouth before a sob could wrench its way out of my throat. I knew my snot and tears were smearing into the pillow and that clean freak would probably beat my ass, but I didn't care. I only cared about the fact that today was a nightmare.

And I wouldn't be waking up.

I hit myself in the face twice. I was trying to will myself to calm down, and stop the pity party. Crying will get you nowhere, idiot, a voice chastised me. I agreed wholeheartedly. But I also knew crying would let me calm down more.

So I sat there, sobbing as quietly as I could. I hope he wasn't a light sleeper and wouldn't check on me. I closed my eyes, trying to squeeze the next batch of tears out at once. Yellow teeth flashed and I gasped.

Okay, let's think. What was going to be the game plan. I need to do something if I want to go home. Hell no was I planning on staying here for longer than I wanted. Those weird fans could, if they wanted, but I wanted to live a more stable life than having the notion of being devoured the only stable piece of life this world came with.

I was never one for therapy, but in this moment I sure felt I could use some.

I didn't know much about the timeline they lived from my world. My extensive knowledge on AOT had vanished my sophomore year of high school. I was a nostalgic fan, only rewatching the episodes I had already seen. It seemed that most of what I knew had possibly happened. They were in the castle already, right? That meant Eren was here and a known titan shifter, right?

I needed to decide on whether I would tell them of my predicament. I mulled it over. No, I don't think so. If it was possible, I'd solve it by myself. But if push came to shove... I may end up telling someone. If could come to trust someone.

Or even get to the point of speaking their language. They clearly didn't speak English. Or... not my kind of English.

That should be my first mission in the grand scheme of things. Learn the language. I spawned into this world by the really tall trees, so I would have to become a scout, wouldn't I? To get back to that place, that's what I'd have to do. I didn't want that at all. That meant seeing more titans, and I did not like that. No, sir.

I peered out the window, focusing on nothing. My eyes were blurred from the tears and lack of glasses. My head was hurting from both as well. My eyes had strained just so I could see as well as I could and I was punishing them by not sleeping and giving them a break.

I stood from the bed. My legs buckled, the overuse of them finally catching up after finally resting. My ankle screamed at me and felt a little wobbly. It's fine, I promised myself.

I wasn't going to sleep, so I should do something useful. I need to learn their language quickly. Languages were always interesting, and I had a couple under my belt. What was one more?