SALOME SAKER (Shingeki No Kyojin Fanfiction)

Chapiter One : Abandoned

"Hi Salome." I chuckled as I blew water into my tub, looking out into space. "Hm"

It was a stupid name, wasn't it?

The stupid name I didn't like, the stupid name I didn't want to have; given by people who didn't like me; those people who gave birth to me that I didn't know, who left me languishing there because they allegedly didn't have time to care for me, no time to have children , no time to raise the child they gave birth to.

Still, they took care of my little sister, right?

I was probably just a nuisance.

I grew up down there, the place where no one wanted to live. The grim place where the law was; manage, defend and steal to survive. My parents took me there when I was only three years old. They left me in a box and left quickly to avoid this place and the people who lived there.

At least, that's what Laetita told me. It was a lady who had taken me to this place she called "hell", she was very pretty, always with her red braid, and her big ocean blue eyes were still looking at me with amusement.

I then lived with it, it was run down and dirty, but I got used to it.

She always came home late, limping and with dark circles on her eyes, always bringing me a few pieces of bread every other time. She was still trying to hide her bruises and marks from me. But I knew she had it despite it.

I had decided to ignore him since his intention was to hide it from me, I wasn't going to spoil everything.

she never wanted me to leave the house, she said it was dangerous.

She washed, brushed and looked after me like my parents never did, she loved to brush my hair with strands in front, and she always told me with a laugh that I had a cute I was during that I was sulking.

I loved celebrating her birthday as she celebrated mine, she had welcomed me at fourteen, but seemed mentally older.

She loved reading books to me. She always told me to read to learn, learning was the goal of a life even in a place like this, always told me that at the top, the place was wonderful, and that according to her kilos, there were all kinds of things miles away. Laetita was kind and sweet when she wanted it and most of the time smiling and cheerful.

Despite this. I knew his smile was fake. She always came home late, limping and with dark circles on her eyes, always bringing me a few pieces of bread every other time. She was still trying to hide her bruises and marks from me. But I knew she had it despite it.

I sometimes heard her cry and even came to comfort her. But I didn't ask why. Because I knew.

Four years later, I turned nine and waited for her to read me one of these books. To all my birthdays; she brings me a book and a little bread. It was more than enough to make me happy.

I waited for her and waited all day at home, as usual. I read, I slept, I thought, I explained my theory out loud through the books I had read, patiently waiting for it.

May 28 was my birthday, or at least the day she found me.

But I didn't know that was going to be the day she was going to die.

I heard the lock on the house as I read my book on the sheet that served as the bed so we both slept at night. Hearing the door open, I almost ran to see her as my smile appeared on my face, but when I heard a voice other than Laetita's, my gut told me not to go. . I then stayed in the room and watched from the half-open door where I was.

I saw her with a man, she was drunk, and this man too. She asked the man to leave because there was a child, but he didn't care. When he brought her back to the bedroom, I hid in the closet out of fear.