Nope, they weren't gone.

They were gone if Levi didn't deck me right at my face before I even stepped out of the door. I felt his hard fist hit my left cheek, leaving me in a daze.  I could've fell hard on the floor and killed myself if it weren't for my bag. Everything felt blurry. My face hurt until it felt numb. I heard Carla-san gasp, asking Grisha to treat my bruise. Grisha ran to some direction that I couldn't tell because my vision was still blurry. 

I was leaning on an armchair, trying to get up. I was breathing heavily, regaining my composure but I was ready to attack. 

And that's when Kenny planted a kick on my stomach.

I coughed and I felt my saliva streaming from my lips. I looked up to see Kenny and his glassy and obsidian eyes. His eyes were as black as an inky pool. His eyebrows were scrunched against each other, his lips twisted with rage. His hat made everything shadier and enhanced his creepiness. Way to go, Kenny.

"What the hell do you want?" I spat.

Behind Kenny, I saw Eren, wide-eyed and shocked. His scared green eyes made me want to stand up and hug him and say sorry for everything that I have ever done to him. He looked away when our eyes met, his brown bangs shading his eyes, turning them into a darker and sadder shade of green. 

Levi was standing beside Kenny as if they were a gang ready to punch, kick, or do whatever they want to me. Levi's eyes looked cold as steel and by looking at it, I could feel his hostility crawling through my skin, chilling my blood vessels. His fist was clenched tightly. Maybe he's deciding to punch me again. His fist was clenched so tight that the blood from his knuckles faded out. I could tell that he was gritting his teeth. Levi raised his fist, ready to hit me again and I shut my eyes, expecting sharp pain to rise up to my head.

But it didn't happen. 

As I opened my eyes, I saw Levi's fist a few inches away from my face but something was stopping it from hitting me. It was Carla-san, gripping Levi's fist firmly and pulling it away from my face. My tears started to fall. I can't believe she did it. I locked my eyes with her golden ones and said a silent gratitude. 

"You do not use violence." Carla sighed. "You could get arrested for this. You can get cases of domestic violence and child abuse."

"But she's not a child anymore!" Kenny retorted. "Also, don't bring your lawyer stuff here, Carla." He huffed and crossed his arms.

"Shut up, Kenny." She replied, ignoring Kenny's insult about her being a lawyer. "She needs us. I know she must be having a hard time." She turned to my brother. "Don't you think, Eren?"

Eren shrugged. "Yeah, maybe." He was still frowning. Maybe deciding to stay back at my side or punch and kick me along with Kenny and Levi.

Grisha came back with a cold compress on his hand. His glasses were askew as if he fought with Harambe just to get the cold compress. He knelt beside me and handed it to me. I thanked him and took the cool compress, pressing it on my aching cheek. I relaxed as I felt the chilly cloth touch my skin. The cold seeped through my skin, to my cheek to heal it. The throbbing finally came to a halt. I closed my eyes, easing myself. I felt a strong pair of arms lift me up, naked forearms brushing on my skirt. My eyes flipped open at the motion, I wasn't expecting such thing after my brawl with them. I looked up to see who it was and I gasped when I saw him. I know it's unlikely because I see him everyday but I was so happy to see him and I was happy that he still cared for me after the things that I did. 

"Eren." I whispered but it was barely audible. I looked at his short yet curled lashes. Those sad and caring green eyes staring back at me after our disagreement, I was so happy. I wished it lasted longer. I wish I didn't leave them but I did. I had to leave. I was surrounded by demons and I couldn't take it.

"Mimi." Eren grunted at my weight. "It's alright. I've got ya. You're just a bit..." He paused, thinking that maybe the next word he'll use might be offending for me. "...Heavy."

I gave him a small whack on the shoulder. "Shut up. Telling that to a lady is rude."

Eren chuckled and I felt his body move as he did. "I don't know about that. Now, let's get you to your room."

I glanced back at Eren and he's head wasn't there. Just his bleeding neck. His head was gone, ripped from his body. His arms were still holding me up despite the fact that his head was severed. I took a look on the floor with my shaking body and saw his head. His head was sitting on the floor like a decoration that stayed there for years. His green eyes were wide, surprised by seeing his body without him. A pool of blood submerged his head incompletely. His lashes were sticking to his lower eyelids due to wet tears. I looked away and tried to get out of his grip but he was holding me to tight! I couldn't move!

"HELP!" I screamed and thrashed around his grip, pounding my fists uselessly on his hard, dead and headless body. "SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEE!" My voice echoed around the room. 

My heart pounded my rib cage without ceasing. I was breathing so fast that I sounded like a squeaky toy, squeezed repeatedly by an innocent baby. What's worse was when I pounded Eren's body again, I could feel his fingernails digging through my skirt until it scratched my skin. I winced as I felt his short nails piercing my skin. My tears started to drop. 

"Mikasa..." Eren gurgled with his blood. I turned and looked down to his removed head. I felt thousands of worms crawl hysterically under my skin as our eyes met. "Let's go to your room so please stop thrashing." He continued with a tone sprinkled with controlled anger. I gasped. It felt like what I'm seeing isn't real.

I chewed on my nails until they felt very soft and easy to break. I couldn't contain what I was seeing. Maybe this is just a hallucination and maybe...

WHAT IF IT ISN'T AN ILLUSION?! My mind screamed. The sentence made everything twice as worse as it really was. My mind was racing for answers. I made conclusions, both positive and negative but every time I picked up a negative conclusion, my mind wanted to rip itself apart. I pulled on my hair as hard as I could as if pulling my hair very hard would pull out my brain. I closed my eyes, longing for the slippery sound of my brain hanging loose from my cranium. I longed for the spurts of blood that would wet everything near. I wanted to feel my hair follicles ripping away from my scalp with a gross popping sound. I opened my eyes and gritted my teeth and banged my head on Eren's chest repeatedly. 

"LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOO!" I screamed and bumped my head on his chest again. I was hoping maybe my skull would break his rib and with his broken rib shooting out of his dead chest, I would plunge my head on that bone and die from the stab. My fingers gripped his bloody school uniform until my fingertips bled due to the hard cloth he was wearing. 

I looked around so fast that my neck cracked a bit and I saw a gun resting on a random chair beside Eren's head. 

What could go wrong if I kill Eren with a gun? He's dead anyway. I thought and the thought made me smile. I turned back to Eren's headless body. I looked at the stump where his neck used to be. I stared at it, seeing the whites of his bone. Blood kept oozing and I traced my fingers around the bloodied stump. I felt my lips stretch into a smirk, a smile, I don't really know. I punched Eren's stomach, solar plexus, diaphragm, and probably all of his body. I felt his skin bouncing violently as my hard fists hit it. As I punched more, I felt him loosen his grip on me. I grabbed his arms and ripped it, literally, out of his torso. I didn't know how I ripped it but it just ripped as easy as ripping a tissue apart. I fell to the floor with his dismembered hands on my own hands. I threw it aside, scattering more blood on the floor. A rusty smell rose and started consuming the air as I stood shakily, my fingers reaching for the gun. I fixed my eyes on Eren's body out of suspicion that maybe his body will move once more. Adrenaline flooded my veins as I fixed my hands on the gun, my pointer finger resting lightly against the trigger. 

Behind me, I heard Eren speak. "Mikasa!" He called. "Put that frying pan down!" As if it's a frying pan! It's a gun! It's a gun, stupid! 

I faltered a bit as his body took a step forward but I bit the inside of my lower lip and pulled the trigger. 

CLUNK. 

I wondered why it was clunk when it was supposed to be bang but who cares, Eren's dead. That demon is finally dead.

I didn't shut my eyes. I saw the bullet that launched itself out of the barrel embed itself deeply on Eren's chest. A small hole was made from the bullet and shots of blood spewed forth from his body. His body fell with a crack, indicating that he broke a few bones, maybe. His body stayed there, headless and without arms. Guess he's unarmed.

The white tiles were bathing and stained with the intoxicating smell and presence of blood. I glanced around, I'm alone with the accompaniment of my backpack that rested on my back. 

And with that I ran away.

hELLO GUYS. I FINALLY GAVE YOU A CREEPY CHAPTER. i hope you won't get nightmares though. Don't worry, I was creeped out by it too. 

XD hoped you liked it and anyway. this chapter wasn't really planned out to be dark but as I wrote, *shrugs*  I decided to make it dark HAHAHHHAHAHA

lel. Look out for your mental health, peeps. You don't want to end up like Mikasa here...

*oof an update after weeks I wrote this*

Woot what is this?