Back in high school, there was always this girl in my class that stayed behind everyone else. She was very short and cute with big, beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair that was always styled into a loose ponytail but despite her beautiful assets, she didn't talk to anyone. She didn't mingle with anyone either. She always stood there in the back of the room when there's a group activity. She stays and eats alone in the corner of the room during lunch break. 

She was the typical loner person, to be honest. 

Annie was a loner too but she had Bertholdt and Reiner to keep her company.

This girl, Krista, doesn't have anyone. 

Everyone wanted to talk to her because she was pretty, cute and all that(which pisses me off a bit. As said, a bit.) but Krista didn't seem to like entertaining the crowd who adore her. She just nods her head frantically and say some bullshit of an excuse and then leave as soon as possible. 

She also talked in a small voice, making her more 'cuter' or that's what I heard from the boys in my class. 

Krista, with her nice demeanor pissed me off. I mean, how can someone so faint-hearted be noticed by hordes of people? She's weak, untalented, and cowardly to top it all off. Yes, I was jealous of her. Maybe because of her popularity but I hated her(though I didn't show it to her or to anyone) because she seems to be someone who's hiding a secret. Either a big secret or a small one, it didn't matter to me. She was poisonous to me. 

And turns out, after a few years later, this Krista which turned out to be a 'Historia' is a psychotic bitch who bested the shit out of me through gambling. 

Be careful who you bully in middle school. Uh, high school rather. 

"You want us to really get involved in your bullshit?" Kenny bellowed. "What do you think of us? Charity?"

Levi crossed his arms. "We are not charity."

Grisha didn't say anything. He just sat there, listening to every debate we had. 

Kenny picked up his cup and sipped on his milk tea. "I can't believe you have such a thick face, Mikasa. Saying all that shit outta the blue." He stirred on his milk tea and showed a face of mock appreciation. "Such thickness."

I grit my teeth but I guess it's true. No, it is true. Such thickness my face possesses. Auntie Carla didn't say anything. She just stared on nothingness etched on the wall with a deadpan face so dead it could kill rows of zombies. She started to grip my forearm tightly every second, hurting me but I didn't shake her off. 

I started to feel Auntie Carla's nails dig to my forearm, scratching me in some occasions. Guess she can't believe I turned out to be a total brat after running away from the asylum I used to call home. 

Grisha seemed to notice that Auntie Carla was clawing my arm absentmindedly. "Carla." He said and stood. "Enough with clawing Mikasa's forearm." He walked to us and patted Carla's shoulder in a comforting way, soothing her. "Enough now."

"O-Oh!" Carla said, startled and she looked at my arm and realized what she had done. "Oh, dear! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry."

"It's okay..." I said. 

She showed me her apologizing eyes, smudged with shame and a speck of pity. She nodded and walked away, climbing the stairs, getting away from this farce I've written for myself in which I am the main character and I'm shitting everyone else's life. 

Grisha soon followed after Carla, leaving me alone with Levi and Kenny. 

"Leave." Said Levi. "We don't want to see you again."

Kenny raised his hand and wiggled his fingers. "Bye, bitch. Now get runnin' and don't show your face again." 

"Understood."

Levi followed me, escorting me out of this place. He walked behind me patiently, not cursing me when I needed to adjust my heels for a bit. 

I got to the door, turning the knob. I got out, not minding about telling Levi goodbye. 

I felt a small pat on my shoulder. "Wait." He said. "Give me your number."

I turned, skeptical. "And why is that?"

"Just give me it." He insisted, clenching his fist and letting me see it as if it could scare me. "Give me your number."

"Okay." I said in small voice and gave him it. 

"Thanks." He said after he copied it on his phone. "Now, get out of this land, you fiend." And with that, he shut the door in front of my face, causing a few strands of my hair to fly in moment of shock. 

Well, typical act from Levi. I shrugged and jogged towards my car and drove it away from there. 

My fingers still hurt as I gripped the steering wheel tightly, honking my heart out for no good reason. Since, I was not in the mood for screaming, I blew my horn on every street I passed. 

I felt this bubbling thing in my chest. It was my anger combined with sadness and regret. I hate myself for making such idiotic turns in my life and fucking it all up. If only I did the right things, my life wouldn't be so shitty. No one would hate me. I would be socially accepted. I would be accepted but no! I am a bitch who ruins every god damn thing I own! I'm so angry!

I rolled down my windows and screamed on the top of my lungs. "FUCK MY LIFEEEEEEEE! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ALL THIIISSSS!!!" I shut my eyes, praying I would crash my car and die but no, I heard a horn blaring and opened my eyes and swerved to the right, avoiding a truck that was also driving recklessly. Cold sweat poured on me as I steadied my breathing and continued driving home. 

I looked on my rear view mirror restlessly, trying to keep myself safe just in case some crazy truck fucks up again. I drove in the compound, finding it weird to find another car parked in front of the manor. I got out of my car, guessing who owned it. Annie's parents, maybe? I wouldn't find out if I won't get in, right?

I turned the knob and expected guests in the living room but no one was there. Everything was dim and bleak. Well, bleaker since this place is already bleak. It was strange. Martha would always be there by the door, ready to greet any incoming guests but she wasn't any near to the door. Annie would be sitting on that favorite chair of hers but now, its empty. The only thing that lingered on Annie's seat was the cold heat from her butt. 

I studied the room and climbed the stairs, nervousness creeping slowly to my systems, enveloping me with chills and doubts. 

Who could it be? Another killer? This is my retribution handed to me? Is it now? Dear devil, if its now, I refuse to accept any of this bullshit! 

I walked slowly and carefully, taking off my heels so that my steps wouldn't be so noisy. I walked to my room and opened it fast. I readied my fists for some action but no one was there. I sighed and closed the door and walked to the direction of Annie's room. I proceeded with caution, clenching my fists, making my nails hurt. 

As I neared Annie's room, I could hear sounds...

...weird sounds. 

"Stop..." I heard Annie say. 

"...come on, I missed you." A voice replied but that voice is too familiar. 

Damn it, EREN!

I didn't want to see Eren but...

WHY THE FUCK IS HE IN MY HOME NOW AND WHY THE FUCK IS HE BANGING WITH MY BEST GIRL ANNIE?

I grabbed the knob, twisting it but it didn't open. I growled at the fact that it was locked. They're probably doing something malicious and thinking about it grosses me out. I felt a shiver run down my spine, making me cringe. I huffed and started hitting the door with my body.

"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT." I said as I hit my body repeatedly on the wooden door. "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT-OUCHHH!!!"

I fell to the floor as the door opened. I looked up to see Annie with her frozen, blue eyes fixed on my lying form. 

"What do you want?"

I rolled to the side and made my self sit. "Who're you fucking?"

She smacked my head with her foot and I reached for my head and try to comfort it but I couldn't since Annie's foot rested on the top of my head. "No one." She replied. "The sounds you heard was his whining. Such an annoying brat."

Seems like Annie's angrier on Eren than me. Teehee.

From the inside of the room, I heard Eren ask. "Annie? Who's that?"

"It's Martha." Annie replied and turned back to me. "You should avoid being seen. Eren would pester you millions of questions, for sure. Now go to Martha."

She removed her foot from my head and closed the door. I sat on the floor, the cold kissing my rear end. I groaned as I stood. Everything's so shitty today. I went down the stairs and headed to the servants' quarters where Martha resides. The halls were dark and I could feel the shadows walking around, painting the halls with its darkness. They seemed to dance in every step I make. I chuckled at the thought that maybe I could control shadows but hell no, I'm not Shikamaru. 

I knocked on Martha's door thrice and since no one attended to it, I opened the door. No one's here too. 

Well, shit.

I sat at a nearby bed, making it creak. I stared at the other bed and begin to wonder if Martha's not scared about the empty beds around her. I once heard this story wherein ghosts or anything normal humans cannot see tend to occupy empty spaces. I shivered at the thought and plopped to the bed, burying my face on the pillow. 

I screamed on the pillow. "I FUCKING HATE MY LIFEEE! AHHHH! FUCK! THIS! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK EVERYTHING!!!"

I continued with my tantrum, kicking my legs on the bed as I resumed my vocal lessons of bad words that'll make a priest faint. I sat up and threw the pillow to the wall and growled as the pillow ricocheted back to my face. I pick up the pillow and fluffed it back and started gnawing on the edges of it. As of now, the pillow's edgy...Get it? No? Fuck you.

I froze as I heard the bathroom door open. 

"Mikasa?" I heard Martha ask. "What's with you? Why're you acting like a drunk Harambe?"

I turned to her and hid myself behind the pillow. "Yes? Um, just nothing."

Okay, I turned to her and I saw her small body wrapped in a white towel. Her silver hair was wet and stationary. Beads of water rolled down from her neck down to her collar bones. 

I regret turning around...

"Oh, I remember." Martha pressed a finger to her cheek and made a thoughtful face. "Master Annie told me to let you stay here with me since a bastard, I mean, since a guest is here. Okay. You may stay here upon my master's desire." She said the word guest in a distasteful manner. Hm, maybe the guest is disguesting. Get it? No? Ugh.

"Thank you." I mumbled. 

Martha nodded and proceeded to dry herself and changed to her sleepwear. I sank back to my bed and closed my eyes, cursing the never-ending pain on my fingers and praying that maybe someday, the bitterness between me and my family will fade.

I felt tears in my eyes again when I felt my phone vibrate in my phone pocket. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked on it. I have a text message. I wonder from whom it come from.

I clicked on the message and felt disappointed when I didn't know who owned the number but the message seemed to give me a clue.

It said:

Hey, woman. Meet me at Hors d'oeuvre Pile tomorrow by 10:30. Hope your huge balls won't make you late. 

Bad night and I hope Jason kills you in your dreams.

I snorted.

Yup, definitely Levi.

lol. also if your having trouble reading 'Hors d'oeuvre' it's pronounced like this: or-derv. It's read like 'order' but with a 'v' in the end :)