𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 | 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙭𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Escape

I didn't move away from Pieck's lap. She was still fast asleep, and the sun was starting to set. That meant we were almost there. I couldn't find it in me to fall back asleep, so I started analyzing what I had just dreamt. I remembered it clearly. It was a few days before my 7th birthday. A few months before S/n bit the big one. Had I known back then... maybe I could've saved her. We could've ran away somehow. Although there weren't any neighbors for miles. There was still a good chance of escape, considering the huge forest surrounding the cabin.

"Guys, we're here. You'll have to walk a bit, but I'm sure this is it." I sat up straight and gently nudged Pieck. With doughy eyes looking back at me, she smiled.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You can do this." She said in a relaxed voice. I had always been so fascinated by her. How she could stay so calm in situations like these. My parents were monsters, she knew that. Yet... she didn't seem frightened at all.

"Thank you, Pieck... for coming here with me." She shook her head and pulled me in for a hug. It wasn't too long, but long enough for me to feel more relaxed than I was before.

"Let's go." She opened the door on her side and stepped out. In case my parents somehow would be able to hear the door slam, she did it as silently as possible. I followed suit. She was quick to open the trunk. We had a few kitchen knives to protect ourselves with, but no guns. Whereas my dad had mountains of guns in the basement of the cabin. I had never been down there, but I knew. My sister had sneaked down there multiple times. Likely out of innocent curiosity though. Before we started marching away, Sana rolled down the window.

"Be careful guys. I don't know your parents too well, Y/n... but from what you've said, they sound dangerous. So please, don't die on me. There's no way I'm attending a funeral for the two of you." She sniffled, laughing at the last part. Pieck let out a chuckle as well. I couldn't help but do the same. Sana was our best friend. She had already helped us get to this point. There was no way we would give up on her now.

"Okay, let's go now though." Pieck grinned and we waved goodbye to Sana. She rolled up the window and turned the engine off. It was almost dark out now. Luckily, we had flashlights. Whilst walking, I could hear the sound of leaves crunching under our feet, and birds flying from one tree to another.

"Luckily, it's a full moon tonight. That should help us, when it comes to lightsource." Pieck huffed, stepping over a cluster of branches. We didn't want to make too much noise, in case they would be able to hear us. We weren't exactly sure how close we were after all. I noticed the same old cliff from my many visits, and knew we were getting close.

"Pieck. Go hide. Don't keep me out of your sight though." I whispered. She nodded and swiftly fled to go hide somewhere. I walked closer to the edge of the cliff. Just for the nostalgic feeling of it. The memories and horrors it held.

"Y/n. I knew you'd come. You came a bit earlier than I had expected." I recognized that voice. It was my mother's. Her cold and stoic voice wasn't hard to remember. I had heard it so often as a child.

"You were expecting me?" I didn't turn around. I didn't want to look at her. She was most likely smiling. That same evil smile from my dream. Or rather... my memory. All of my memories of her. All of them... we're foul. Nothing but pure pain.

"Then... you must know the purpose of my visit, right?" I quired. There was a slight whistle from the wind. It wasn't particularly windy, but there was a mild wind present.

"Actually, I don't. However, you're not one to visit without reason. So let your dear old mother guess." She snickered. I spat on the ground and turned around. There she was. Smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"Money? That's it. Isn't it? Have you any idea, the debt you're in, Y/n? You should've known better." She cocked her head to the side a bit.

"I don't need your filthy money." I stared into her cold and distant eyes. She pursed her lips before letting out a deafening laughter. I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let myself get nervous by something like that. No. She had to pay. She had things to explain.