I sat on the cold grass, feeling the cold biting on to my shoulder blades. I hugged my knees and rested my chin on the top of it. I rocked myself slowly, hoping I can just snap my fingers and turn everything normal. My parents wouldn't die. I wouldn't play that match. I wouldn't kill Eren. I wouldn't disappoint everyone.

It's okay. The devilish side of my brain said, You've killed one of those demons on that place. Rejoice for you have liberated the world from evil!

I shuddered at the thought. 

I touched my hair and it felt oily and the oil clung to my fingertips. I wiped my fingertips on my jeans to get rid of the greasy feel. I am such a terrible person. 

The wind was cold but no, it wasn't raining. I wouldn't want my day of sadness be filled with clichés. I know I probably said this a thousand times but my world is crumbling. It's as if that Atlas failed to carry the weight of the world and passed it on my shoulders and I, a mere and weak human is being crushed by the heaviness of the world that is full of hatred and anguish and all those emotions were made by me through the things that I've done. It's like I got all the bad shits I've done handed back to me.

Karma, bitch.

I sniffed and wrapped my damp scarf around me. My scarf was wet because I kept wiping it on my teary eyes. My butt was poked by the grass I was sitting on. 

Hey. Devil Brain spoke again. Why are you crying for the person you've killed? Aren't you supposed to be happy? 

The thought made me feel worse and I cried and made sounds that were impossible to understand.

I was on a park. Sitting and bawling my eyes out on a park that was deserted. At least, at night. I was hoping I wouldn't run on to some weird things like gangbangs, gang rapes, a couple making out, a weed session and other stuffs. But I was unfortunate. A few strides from me, there was a couple or that's what I think. The man was on top, groping the woman, kissing her and stuff that's too gross for my green and teenage mind to process. The woman's breast was getting squished and it was painful to look at!(NEVER IN MY LIFE I'M GONNA GET MY BOOBS SQUISHED BY MY MAN TO THAT  EXTENT.) The woman was lying down on a wooden bench as he groped her down and I felt sorry for the bench because every time the couple moved, the bench rocked violently. 

Poor bench, the thing where people make out but no one makes out with him(the bench).

I turned away from them, trying my best in ignoring their groans and moans. Hearing them actually made me regret about running away from home. I felt my cheeks get hot and red as my scarf as their voices grew louder, echoing through the endless night. I looked back at them, though a little(but hey, I'm still looking and I felt bad for having such determination on looking to the couple) and gulped at what I saw. It was actually...

Hot.

I smacked my face with my hand and turned away. How can I actually be a pervert? This is so unacceptable! What would my ancestors say? All my sadness turned to shame. I flicked my forehead and mumbled the word 'stupid' for a couple of times. I stood, dusting my booty. And suddenly I was pushed down by a hand. I fell, my butt in the air.

"Ugh! Hey! What the hell?" I grumbled. My face was pushed through the wet(ohohoh)grass and dirt and I could feel some mud sticking on my cheeks.

"Shh." A familiar voice said. "Outta the way. I must capture pictures of this memorable event of consummation." She turned to me and gave me a crazy grin.

I looked at her(and she looked at me...though I'm still in this poor position) with disgust. Why the hell is Annie doing this? "Annie!" I yelped. "Why are you such a pervert?!"

And with that, Annie kicked my bum, making me tumble flat on my back. She scowled, "Shut the fuck up." Her cold blue eyes were no longer cold. They were hungry and excited and it was creepy because it's like she's a rapist staring at me saying, "You're next!" The thought made me cringe.

"Uh-Oh no!" I heard the woman gasp. "Someone saw us!"

The man called back. "Hey! You kids should go home!"

Annie giggled like a pervert and shrugged. Her head turned to the right and she gasped as she saw light. Annie looked at me, studying me but I can totally feel her eyes glued to my chest! 

You disgusting pervert!  I wanted to say. Go to hell.  But what can I do about it when I'm her fellow pervert? I'm so hopeless. 

Annie pulled something from her pocket. I couldn't see it clearly at first but when she raised it like a serial killer would do in a horror movie. It was a cutter, its blade glinting with the moonlight and the artificial light that was emitted by the street lamps around the park. She sat down beside me and the next thing I heard was a rip. 

She ripped my pants with her cutter, exposing my panties to the sky! She stood up calmly(though I was hyperventilating) and threw the cutter to the man's direction. The couple stared at it and Annie screamed. You know, the classic scream drama queens do. 

"RAPEEEEEE!" Her voice rang and took off her hoodie, pulled her shirt to the side to expose her bra strap and delicate shoulders. Damn, those shoulders look good...never mind.

She then sucked her forearm, making a hickey. 

May I ask a question? Is she masturbating?

The security guard rushed and saw the couple who were eyeing the cutter crazily. Their mouths were agape, shocked about what Annie did. I covered the ripped part of my pants with my shaking palms. This is so embarrassing. 

The security guard, Hannes(I saw his name tag. How? I have special eyes.) pointed the flashlight to the couple, making them squint their eyes. 

"Hey!" He said. "What're doing? Are you the rapist?" He pointed at the man.

The man looked around as if looking for someone to blame. "What? I-uh..."

Annie clung to the arms of Mr. Hannes and sobbed. "He did it! He said after that woman was me and my friend." She moved slowly, emphasizing that she was 'weakened' by the man. Mr. Hannes considered this, soothing Annie with a comforting pat that was without malice and he looked at me, concerned why I was lying on the ground.

"He-He ripped my pants with a cutter." I sniffed, my lips trembling. "He's terrible!"

I rode with Annie's drama and played victim. Mr. Hannes dragged that man away from his lover and told the lady that she was safe. The woman was a crying mess, stuttering her reasons at us but Mr. Hannes didn't believe her, he believed us because we had too much proof. And with that, Mr. Hannes left with the 'rapist' and the woman ran away, screaming and cussing us out.

I cackled internally and I felt a surge of power through my veins that can rule the world. I stood, Annie behind me. She walked in front of me and took a squat, eye-level with my panties and pulled out her smartphone and snapped a photo of my exposed panties...

I felt offended and smacked her head with my fist. "Fuck off, you pervert!"

Annie rubbed her head in pain. "Shut up." She tucked her phone on her pocket and straightened her shirt and put her hoodie on. "Anyway," She changed the subject while nibbling on her cracked lips. "Why are you here?"

All my memories of the day flooded back, consuming my adrenaline rush and it made me vulnerable. Can't believe a few words can trigger so much. I shook as my tears cascaded down my cheeks. I sat and hugged myself and let myself cry. I looked at Annie with my tear-filled eyes and she looked confused.

"So you're here cos you're crying?"

I looked at her and inhaled and tried to say something. Well, I did say something but it was all non-intelligent gibberish bullshit. 

"I-I-Eren...uuwaaah..." I sobbed and buried my face in my scarf, letting my tears and mucus slide down to the fabric. I sniffed a couple more times and tried again. "Eren...buuuuhh...Eredead...I'm stupib..." But no avail. I was still spouting bullshit. 

Annie blinked. "Are you gurgling with your mucus?"

I raised my head immediately and looked at her and threw my dirty scarf on her face. My nose was too clogged and it was kind of hard to say things. "You asshole!" I exclaimed. 

Annie was panicking with that dirty scarf on her face and was having quite a fuss but she recovered from it after a few seconds, pulling the sticky and wet(ohohoho) scarf from her face. Mucus stuck to her face and I grinned sheepishly at her furious face.

"I'm getting you arrested." She huffed and pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed a number. She cursed as she wiped the mucus away with the sleeves of her hoodie. She held her phone to her ear and covered her lips with her hand as she conversed with the person on the other line. 

And by arrested, she meant bringing me to her mansion.

I sat at the backseat like a baby while she took the seat beside the driver. I fumbled with my scarf which was now very dirty while thinking what could happen and how do I get out of it. I was shaking because the air conditioner was too cold but no one bothered to turn it down. Martha was driving and she didn't say anything as we went. It was all silence. The sound of silence was present in the whole drive. I inched closer to the door and leaned on the glass. I closed my eyes and exhaled, relaxing myself. 

And then genius Martha flipped the radio on, blaring on some loud metal song. I fell to the seat, shocked at sudden change. 

"No sleeping while driving." Martha explained which was hard to hear since the radio kept screaming. "Sleeping while driving causes accidents."

"What?" I demanded. "But you're the one driving."

"No." She pressed, "You're driving too since you're with me in this drive."

I leaned to her seat and grabbed it. "Bullshit." I whispered in her ear. 

I will never relinquish

It is written in the sand.

The song continued to scream. 

"You do not dare to argue with me for my intelligence is higher than yours, slave." She spoke with such authority. 

I pulled one of her twin tails, making her flinch. "Shut up, midget. I'm smarter  than you!" 

She nodded, accepting the challenge. "If so you are smarter than I am then I ask you what is the title of the song and if you prove yourself correct, then you shall be smarter than I am."

I poked at Annie's shoulder, seeking her attention to help me stop her maid but she didn't even budge. 

Which lies below me

Staring back at a helpless man

I've done all I can

I huffed. "Okay, I don't know."

"It's called Mikasa." Martha spoke calmly, surprisingly. "It is sung by the band called Veil Of Maya."

I sank back to my seat. "Fine, you're smarter. I'll give you that."

And with that, she smiled.

And heeeeyy guys here I am giving you another wet(ohohohho) chapter. 

Mind: Shut up, you pervert. It's wet cos it was raining.

Nope, Mikasa didn't say it was raining.

Mind: Pervert. Her scarf is wet.

Okay, I give up.

hope you guys enjoyed it! XD I actually enjoyed writing this. leleellelel okay and those lyrics were from Veil of Maya's Mikasa. Yep, its Mikasa. 

*oof update after a few weeks writing this*

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