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I got some inspiration to write this story just so you guys know. So this shit isn't my original idea

*Sigh* And I know you guys are thirsty for them branikki chapters, but if you just skip chapters that doesn't include them then the whole story will be confusing.

So...Don't expect much branikki fluff

(This novel is heavily edited)

Brandon Nicholas Roberts

Nicole April Julianna Maxwell

Levi Ackerman

Mackenzie Beatrice Hollister

Nicholas Roberts

I stood there, gazing at the stars from the tower roof. With my jacket wrapped around me as the chilly weather made my hair fly with the wind. I sat there at the edge with my feet dangling loose.

My boyfriend with me, by my side.

He was shaking, he was scared. Because of what had just happened, because that he just saved me.

I had a bad dream, a dream that lasted for too long.

But the worst part is that it was real. That the dream was in real life and not just an imagination.

-Nikki

September 1st

I woke up tiredly and the first thing my eyes met was the ceiling. The ceiling that I used to draw with paint colors, full with pictures of cartoon characters.

I sighed when I realized what day it was.

Last day of summer break.

We graduated middle school and the summer break went too fast. Zoey, Theo and Jessica had gotten into some prestigious institute in California while the other of us got into the same school.

"Great" I mumbled to myself, dragging my body to the bathroom. I decided to take a quick shower before making Brianna some breakfast. I undressed and hopped in, the cold water waking me up a little as I heated the shower. My mind became empty and I closed my eyes, facing the crane. The school I got into was a private school like WCD, the problem is that I don't have money to pay the tuition and my dad can't pay it either.

I'll just have to get a part time job, but where should I work? I sighed and washed the hair. Chloe suggested some 'hotline for suicidal people' Since it was easy, you got paid well and Chloe told me that I'm good at comforting people.

I guess I'll try it out then

After 20 minutes of a relaxing shower I heard someone knock on the door.

"Nikki!" A kid voice shouted

"What?!" I screamed back, massaging my hair. The door slammed again. I groaned in frustration and hopped out quickly and put on some clothes before opening the door.

It was my little sister Brianna.

"What do you want?" I muttered, leaning against the door. Brianna has grown...'mature' If you can call it that. Brianna stopped with her obsession over that stupid princess sugar plum shit, but has become more like a 'tomboyish girl' She doesn't like girly things and hangs out a lot more with Max little brother Oliver instead of her girl friends.

"Mama told me to tell you that she's at the hospital with daddy, their checking on little brother" Brianna smiled dorkly. "He's kicking so hard that she must've been dizzy or something" She continued.

I nodded while ruffling her amber hair a little tiredly. Brianna slapped my hand away and runned down the stairs, yelling at me to follow after.

"First day of high school tomorrow" I mumbled as I sulked down the stairs like a zombie.

After a brainstorming day I sat down and searched for a job. Let's just say it was harder than I thought. There were numerous websites but they had high standards on you. Like if you had good grades or if you have high experiences etc.

"How can this be so hard!" I moaned as I scrolled down. Chloe said that finding a part time job would be easy!

"Get a job they said, it'll be easy they said" I groaned and put my head in my hands in defeat. I began sulking about this whole idea. But then it hit me! Since I used to be Miss-Know-It-All in my previous school, I should have good experiences with services!

I sat up straight and typed in 'hotline service' after some research I found that job that Chloe mentioned!

"Yes" I pumped my hands up in victory. All I had to do was to write an email to the boss, go through some paper signs then the job would be mine!

Brandon's POV

"KEEP KICKIN' SON!" Phil screamed at me as the sun began get down at the horizont. I could feel the muscles almost ripping of my body as the pain filled my bones.

"Sixty-eight" The sweat dripped down my forehead. He stood there and screamed countless things at me.

"Sixty-nine" I breathed out and kicked the boxing bag, but this time. I kicked lower than usual. I was exhausted, but this isn't good. This is not good at all.

Phil frowned angrily at me as he began walking towards me "What are you doing" He muttered, his blonde hair flying in rhythm with the wind.

"I..." I gasped for air and put my hands on my knees to breathe better "I'm exhausted, please can I rest?" I could feel his gigantic hand grasp for my hair and then dragged it so he could look at me better. Phil's eyes darkened drastically.

"You are only born to carry out your mission" He dragged it like it was on fire. I winced at the pain but didn't do anything about it. I know that he would be harsher.

"Your life is meaningless, it doesn't have a goal other than this" Phil let go of my hair and went to the altar again to sit on his stupid chair. "NOW, BEGIN TRAINING AGAIN"

The vision became blurry as I stood up once again to punch the bag instead. "One" I whispered to myself, my arms moist like spaghetti.

This is normal for me.

"Two"

I wake up, do training until dawn then sleep. Rest is not allowed here.

"Three" I have lived with Phil ever since dad ditched me. Ever since mom, Isabel and Farlan died. Ever since Levi left.

And this is no better.

Phil looked at his clock, taking his time. After literally searching every tiny detail on his clock he sighed and cleared his throat "Brandon".

"This is good for today, go and eat something then go to sleep. School starts tomorrow"

Phil went inside with the dog and left me there, breathing heavily as multiple liquids were dripping from my body.

Sweat, tears and blood.

I fell down to my knees on the soft grass in exhaustion and wiped away the tears and the blood.

This is truly a nightmare for me.

Levi's POV

"Got the bags?" Hanji smiled at me as we hopped out of the car. I rolled my eyes and closed the car door after me. Erwin grabbed Armin and Christa and began walking towards our new home.

I miss everything actually, it's been 4 years since 'the incident' occured...

it's been 4 years after my two nearest friends died.

And I'm back home, finally.

"Unlike you, shitty glasses. I can take care of myself" I snarked, snapping out of my thoughts when I realized she was staring at me. Hanji is my close friend, actually. She's one of my only friends left. She was the one who offered to 'adopt' me, but I prefer to be called by her roomate instead.

Erwin- her boyfriend and her moved with me to another state. But after several years from our hometown-at least their hometown. It was time to move back again. After we unpacked a little, had arguments about who should have the biggest room, eating noodles and brought in more boxes Hanji wanted me to hop in the car again. We drove into some job where Hanji worked at, it's called 'Freedom Line' Or something stupid like that.

I needed money to pay my tuition for the school I got accepted into. Hanji suggested that I should part time job here. So I agreed. She had exchanged words with the CEO, who said that he would gladly accept me if I'm suitable for the job.

When we walked in we were met with people walking back and forth, phone dials and soft speeches. In the crowd I saw a girl that was in my age, she had brown shoulder-length hair, big green eyes that shined beautifully with the light and a confused face full with freckles on her nose. The girl was patiently sitting on a chair and dangled her feet a little. Maybe she was also seeking for a job here. I've must've stared at her too much because shitty glasses repeatedly called my name.

"Levi!" She snapped her fingers.

I turned to her while rolling my eyes "What?!"

"You're just going to sign some papers the the job is yours!" Hanji smirked. "By the way, the girl over there is really cute" She pointed towards the brunette. I made a sound of disgust and slapped her arm.

"Can we just go!" I did my best to hide my blushing face.

After everything was done I was placed into a office. It was really quick to get accepted really.

Someone named Mackenzie I think, the daughter of the CEO showed me how to control the calls, in reality that girl just flirted with me. Flatting her eyelashes in an annoying way. I made my best not to punch her in the face with a brick when she got close to me. Finally after the blondie walked out I got my first call.

"Hello, and welcome to the suicide hotline, my name is Levi and what can I help you with?" I rabbled as I checked some papers.

"H-Hi" A voice said raspy, like he had just cried.

"Yes.."

"So uhm..I don't know how to say it..." The caller began nervously.

"Then you shouldn't have called" I rolled my eyes and adjusted the mic to the headphones I'm wearing. I know I'm not best at comforting people, but this caller shouldn't say that he 'doesn't know how to say it' if he called in the first place.

"S...Sorry" He apologized quickly. I could feel him getting more and more nervous.

"Don't apologize, you don't have any reason to right!"

"N-No"

"So then, what can I help you with?" I repeated, pinching my nose. The phone went silent and I could hear his breaths coming in and out.

"I...I called because I'm struggling with my life" The male finally said.

I felt a little bit guilty for my attitude because I can relate to him. But I have to do my job.

"It's my job to help you, so explain what the problem is" I tapped the pen to the paper rapidly.

His voice sounded so familiar...

"So, basically my life has been just... upside down"

Too familiar...

"Go on" I nodded to myself as I wrote down the line.

"I... I have depression and I'm struggling to even see a future" He continued and I wrote it down too.

"And your name is" I muttered, while biting the tip to the pencil.

"My name is Brandon Roberts"

So yeah, hi everyone

Don't worry, branikki will be alive

i hope.

Not to confuse y'all, Phil and Betty are NOT married or even acquaintances. Phil owns Fuzzy friends on his own.