Deep night has enveloped the sky as we arrived at Annie's place. The car came to a halt and Martha told us to get out. 

I got out with my backpack weighing me down. I felt very tired and my eyes wanted to close so badly so that I can sleep. I clutched my dirtied scarf and sleepily trudged my way to the door. Annie was in front of me, rattling the door knob violently. Guess she's too sleepy to even twist a knob open. I patted her forearm, signaling her to step aside. She stepped aside and I reached for the knob and twisted it open. 

Duh, it opened.

Annie walked briskly to the nearest couch and collapsed on it. I stared at her. She was half-asleep and mumbling some things. I think I heard her say 'whoosh'. She didn't even bother to remove her mucus-covered hoodie. I looked over to a lamp nearby as I heard the door click. 

"You shouldn't trouble Master, guest." Martha said, pulling my hand. "I shall now take you to your room, guest."

I nodded. "It's okay. You can call me Mikasa." 

She tugged at my arm, dragging me to the staircase. "If you insist, Guest Mikasa."

Ah, shit. I thought. Just how annoying can she get?

But at the other side of my brain, it said something like this:

Aw, c'mon. At least that loli has taken a liking to you.

I shivered at the thought. Guess I'm a pervert and it can't be changed. Nothing will change. Nothing will change if my incompetence will still grow. 

Martha was guiding me by my hand to where my room was. Her hand was brushing softly against mine as she tugged my hand from moment to moment as if not wanting me to slip away from her grasp. Not wanting me to slip away from this world. My eyes started to droop and eventually close but I snapped them open every time I hear Martha's black, low-heeled shoes clack against the floor. 

I stopped, bumping my chest to Martha's shoulders. I looked at her as she twisted the door knob open. The door was nice and I think it was mahogany. 

Martha turned to me. "This is your quarters, Guest Mikasa."

I sighed, wanting to complain to her to drop the 'guest' thing but I was too tired for arguments. Also, she said quarters in a way that made me think maybe I wasn't really a guest. It felt more like I was a refugee since I was "arrested".

"Thanks." I mumbled but Martha has gone away, walking briskly down the hallway. I stared at her back, the fabric of her maid outfit(but I am sure it is her uniform) swaying right and left. I looked at my room. There was a bed clothed with a clean, white sheet. A window was there, making it possible for the moonlight to haunt me. A fluffy pillow covered in a white pillowcase rested at the foot of the bed. A small study table filled with nothing but a lamp. A small closet was on the far corner and a mirror was hanged on the left side of the room. Also, I noticed another door on the opposite of the mirror. Must be my personal bathroom. My room looked normal and new. It didn't look like it belonged to a fugitive so I guess I'm good. I sighed. I guess I'm welcomed to my new home.

I went inside and reached for the light switch, flipping it on. A small light bulb lit my room but the bulb was bright enough to even drive away my sorrows. A small smile spread through my lips and I slipped my bag off my shoulders and put it on the floor. I threw my scarf on the floor too, a bit worried that sticky mucus on the floor might be hard to remove. I crashed on my bed and slept.

A woman with dark hair...

Everything was watery and unclear. Everything else was hard to decipher. It was like a single drop of water fell on a peaceful pond and created never-ending ripples, making every single millisecond chaotic. I looked around the darkness that has wrapped me. Nothing. All zilch. 

"Mikasa!" She called to me. "I love you."

I remembered I said something but when the words came out of my lips, it was as if the words were erased by the wind the second I've said them. I couldn't remember anything. Frustration bubbled in me erratically.

I looked up for no good reason and saw the blue sky crying blood. The drops of blood fell on me, bathing me, filling my nostrils with its metallic scent which made me sick. I grabbed my stomach and retched. I expected vomit to come out but when I opened my mouth, seashells came out instead. The spiky seashells hurt my throat, scratching it, ripping it making it bleed and feel sore. I coughed seashells again and this time, when I coughed, I coughed out my mother's head. Then Eren's. Then Father's.

My eyes widened at the sight. I opened my mouth but nothing came out but blood and and my ruptured, unidentifiable organs. I fell to the ground and I felt a hand with very sharp nails claw my heart and ripped it out of my rib cage.

"EREEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" I screamed as I shot up from my bed. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling abnormally. The morning light gazed upon my window as if checking if I was doing okay. 

Realizing everything was a dream, I wiped my tears and took a shower after hand washing my scarf. I looked at myself at the mirror as I wiped the waters away from my skin with a towel. I saw myself. I looked normal except my eyes were puffy. I think I cried too much in my sleep. Who wouldn't cry with such a terrible nightmare? 

I huffed and rested my hands on my hips, walking to my bag. I kept pondering about my dream and what it meant. Thinking about it squishes my brain. 

"Well, dreams and subconsciousness," I said as I rummaged my pack for clean underwear and clothes. "Don't underestimate the things that I will do."

I clasped my bra and wore my panties. I dried my hair with my towel and combed it. I put on some blue jeans, a black shirt that depicted the band known as My Chemical Romance, and wore some black sneakers. I turned and looked at my scarf, hung near the window, dripping wet. Nope, there was no way I would wear a wet scarf outside. 

I stiffened as the door clicked and creaked open. 

"Guest Mikasa." Martha addressed me, "Breakfast is ready."

I turned to her. "Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

"One." She said. "One 'sec' has passed, Guest. Let us go."

Okay, my day actually started bad due to my dream but this loli(Please don't call FBI, it's just an expression.) here is making it better despite her annoying attitude. I sighed.

"Give me five minutes." 

"One, two, " She started. 

"And don't count here!" I roared and ran to the door to shut it. 

I pressed my ear to the door, hoping not to hear Martha.

But heck, she was still counting.

"Three, four, five." And it went on and on.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Why is Annie's maid so OCD? Can't Martha estimate five minutes? DOES SHE REALLY NEED TO COUNT IT ONE BY ONE? 

I can't believe she's just gonna waste five minutes by counting five cycles of sixty seconds!

"Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!" She shouted outside. I think she's using her loud voice so that I can hear it and be aware that the clock is ticking and that five minutes will always be five minutes. 

"ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN!" She started to scream. Now she sounds like Alex the Lion when Alex roars. Damn, I think this loli's dangerous!

I swallowed and stood and ran to open the door. She was screaming at my face(nope, my stomach rather since she was short olololololol). "FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN!"

"That's it!" I swerved to get past her. "I'm eating breakfast now."

"But five minutes is still not up." She said, counting with her fingers so that she could keep track of her clock. "We are still at the thirtieth second on the first minute. There is no need to rush for haste makes waste."

My shoulders slumped in defeat as I stepped down the stairs. I heard Martha's hurried steps echoing behind and yeah, she was still counting. 

Martha's hurried counting became muffled as I gazed on the window. The sky was bright and decorated by a few fluffy clouds. I saw birds flying across it, enjoying their freedom. Savoring freedom every second. How I wished to be as free as a bird but alas, I cannot savor such a gift for I am a human covered with sins that cannot be forgiven. 

If only I didn't accept that match. I thought, my tongue started to get sour. 

If only I didn't...

But I guess regret doesn't do you anything. It only makes you feel worse. 

Yo and hey hey hey guys. 

I got another chappie for ya guys. lol, sorry if the psychological parts aren't that terrible yet hahaha. Eren's part was terrible itself so I decided to write some okay-ish stuff after that. Hoped you guys enjoyed it!

*oof this is not even terrible*

I just feel like everyone can tolerate the psychological shit.