Opening Up

The Battle of Trost

Titans are surrounding HQ. We're all split into squads. I have Sasha, Jean, and Connie with me. It's just the 4 of us, since we're all top 10, people believe we can manage. We whiz and slash through titans but unfortunately, we witnessed many deaths. I hope Eren is okay. He's supposed to be with Armin.

I go to Armin, who seems shocked on a rooftop. My squad members follow after me.

"ARMIN! WHAT'S WRONG?!" I ask, worrying about him.

He's shaking. "E-eren... saved me from a titan.."

"WHERE IS HE?!" I'm basically yelling.

"Mi-mikasa, I'm so sorry!! I couldn't save him!!"

No. I refuse to believe this. We're all almost out of gas and blades. Titans surround us. We need supplies. But Eren...

"Don't follow after me." I say. "Don't."

My squad trusts me, except Jean. He follows after me. He's almost out of supplies, why would he come after me? I stop at the big boom of lightning. What was that? I look around, and I see two titans fighting.

(This is the Eren scene but altered)

"What's happening?" I ask.

"No clue." He replies.

"And why did you follow me?" I ask, with frustration painted all over my face.

"I don't want you to die. Friends care, remember?" He says.

"I don't need protecting." I snap back.

"Eren thought that as well, but look what happened to him."

I have no comment. I had to face the reality of Eren being gone. Eren, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. And your mother. I don't have family anymore...

"Mikasa! I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Come on, lets go see what happened."

He grabs me by my wrist and we run on the rooftops to see what's going on. This big, green-eyed titan is being eaten by the other titans. It has brown hair. Like Eren. I can't stop thinking about him. I feel my scarf.

I feel empty.

I can't let that get to me now.

The rogue titan finishes off the titans that have been eating at him, and collapses. My squad caught up to us. What the hell was that? I see something move from the titan's nape. The smoke makes it unclear. I focus real hard, and-

"EREN!" I scream without hesitation.

It's him. He's alive.

I run as fast as I can to the titans body. He looks unconscious. I get ahold of Eren and keep him in my arms. Thank God. I cry into his chest. He's one of the only people I'd let myself cry over. He's family. I pick Eren up and Armin comes with me. My squad leads behind me. We run but we're being chased. The MP is probably gonna do something to Eren. I can't let them.

But eventually we're cornered. And we have cannons pointed at Eren, Armin, and I.

"Eren?!" I shake him, and he slowly starts to wake up.

"Kill him!" The MP say.

"No! What did he do?!" Armin shouts.

"He's a titan. He needs to die!" One man says.

"Did you not see him helping us? I can't let you hurt him!" I yell.

Military Police are so pathetic.
But I might just die, right here, right now.
I'm sorry, Eren.

I walk up in front of my two friends. "Kill me instead. Eren means no harm, but I do."

"Mikasa! No! You can't die here!" Sasha yells from behind the cannons. She's being held back.

"M-mikasa! Stop!" Armin says.

They were about to fire. I did what I could. I'm sorry.

I feel an arm wrap around me and suddenly I'm in a ribcage, protected from the MP that are looking at us with fear. Did Eren do this to protect us? Eren's exhausted again. And now he's in the Military Police's custody. Is he gonna be tortured? Dissected? I hop out of the rib cage, on my knees, begging a MP not to hurt him. He can't promise, so I put a blade up to his neck. Armin pulls me back.

"Sorry about her," he says as he walks away with me.

I'm frustrated.

(I just realized I forgot the part where Eren clogs up the hole in the wall, so please put it in your imagination that he did)

I walk around with my squad. We split up to cover more ground. Connie and Sasha go to the right, and Jean and I go to the left. Armin regroups with another squad.

So many dead bodies around. Faces I know, or knew. Their families are gonna be heartbroken. Their friends-

Speaking of friends, Jean and I ran into his.

"M-MARCO!!" Jean exclaims.

I have no expression on my face, but I see where he's coming from.

"No... WHY?!" He sobs. The only thing I could do is comfort him.

He sits on his knees on the rooftops, above Marco's dead body. He's been split into half. I sit down beside Jean and stay quiet while he takes everything in.

"I'm sorry, Jean.." I say, trying to comfort him.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. No one has a guaranteed full life. I'm sorry you have to put up with this."

I stay quiet. But I do run my hand up and down his back a bit. It's the only way of comforting I can do right now. Is it?

"Jean, we have to go refill at HQ."

I don't know how to deal with this. I stand up and say:

"It hurts to see you cry."