The dark-haired girl moved her wrist slightly, feeling the rough edges of rope cutting at her bloodied wrists. Heat blistered her back, flames licking at her tattered shirt. There were several agonizing moans escaping her lips, her eyes flickering at the figures dancing in front of her. Crawling, limping in ghastly ways, their bodies seizing with such force and stupidity.

The dark-haired girl desperately tried to open her eyes, tried to rip away from the post she was secured to, but found her body too weak to move. Overwhelmed by fear, she let out a small sob.

For some reason, she felt as if she wasn't supposed to feel sadness. She felt like for a long time, she was supposed to act as the stoic, unwavering girl that everyone seemed to look up to. The girl grit her teeth, angrily letting tears cascade down her cheeks and falling onto the cold ground.

Her ears perked to the sound of the beasts moving closer and closer, making her jaw tighten even more.

This was it. After everything, this was it.

The dark-haired girl dug her toes into the dirt, trying to wrap herself around the large wooden spear she was bound to, trying to get away from them. Rocks scraped her skin, and she desperately wished that the blood pouring from various parts of her body would do something to help her escape.

But...what exactly would that do? The brunette hesitated, trying to figure out what exactly the bleeding would do. There was something that should happen...right?

Silence.

Suddenly, her eyes had enough strength to open ever so slightly, revealing the world around her. Everything was at a stop. The huge beasts dancing around her in some kind of ritual, were like statues, and the fire behind her wasn't warm anymore, and her body was now turning to ice.

Ringing began to pierce her ears, the silence making its way into her brain, sending it into a frenzy of thoughts. Why was she here, what are these things, why was everything so damn quiet?

The brunette, overwhelmed by the dead silence, opened her mouth, and let out an agonizing shriek.

X

Ymir couldn't breath. She let out a choking noise as her legs began to kick the air and her hands found their way to her neck. She inhaled sharply, a very terrifying noise escaping her lips, and she bolted upright in her bed, finally regaining the ability to breathe.

Ymir stared at the covers for a while, her hands falling away from her neck and clasping the over-sized shirt she wore as pajamas. It was the strangest thing Ymir had dreamt in a while, and she did not want to experience it again.

She fell back on her pillow, her arms fanned out and her hands falling over the edge of her bed. Sweat dripped off her brow and into her eye, making it sting. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a familiar, sweet face.

"Ymir, are you okay? It sounded like you were choking." Krista stared at the brunette, concern overtaking her bright aura, "Did you have a bad dream?"

Ymir put a hand to her forehead, "Yeah, it was a bad dream. Did I wake you?"

Krista hesitated before nodding, "Yeah. But it's okay. I have to go to work here soon anyways." She stepped into her room, leaning against the door frame, "Do you want to talk about your dream. You were making some really scary noises earlier."

Ymir bit her lip. She was always a silent sleeper, so she was a bit surprised that she made enough noise to wake Krista up. She shook her head, "It was a really complicated dream. I'm not even sure what it was about." She smiled slightly, "No need to worry."

Krista raised an eyebrow at her, then nodded, "Alright. But if you need to talk, I'm here." She turned on her heel, looking over her shoulder, "But, in my opinion, there are bad dreams, that wake you up, then there are nightmares that catch you off guard, and you wake up, thinking you're still in the nightmare. And believe me, that 'dream' you had, was definitely not a bad dream."

Ymir watched her leave, staring until the lights of the kitchen flickered on and poured into her room. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. She didn't have a clock, but guessing from the world outside, it was about 6:15.

Ymir slouched into the kitchen, rubbing her stomach. Krista was making coffee(Which Ymir didn't understand why. She worked at Starbucks, for crying out loud) when she turned to the sleepy brunette.

"It's still pretty early. Why don't you go back to bed? It looks like you need it." Krista offered, returning to the coffee pot.

"There's no point. When I'm up, I'm up. I can't go back to sleep." Ymir sat at the counter, resting her head in her hands.

"Well, what are you going to do until then? You're class doesn't start till 9, right?" Krista asked.

"9:15." Ymir corrected, sighing, "I don't know. I'll probably go hang out with Bert until then."

Krista raised an eyebrow, "Bert? Who's Bert?"

Ymir hesitated. She didn't tell Krista about her new friend yet. She blurted it out completely unaware that Krista had no idea who she was talking about, "Oh, sorry. He's my friend. Bertholdt Fubar. He rooms with Reiner. Braun's his last name I think."

Krista stopped pouring the coffee into the mug, "Reiner Braun? Bertholdt rooms with him?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Isn't he the lucky guy? The one who finally lost his virginity at the party last friday?"

Ymir chuckled, "I guess so..." Then it hit her, "What do you mean finally lost his virginity? You're not a virgin?"

Krista shrugged, blushing slightly, "I guess. It was a one night stand though. I fully regret it." SHe waved her hands, leaning against the counter, "And what about you, Ms. Ymir?"

Ymir's mouth opened, shut, and then opened once more, "Uh..." Ymir had almost lost her virginity countless times in the past, but she would never let them. SHe never even considered it. At all.

Krista smiled, "Good for you."

"What?" Ymir didn't know Krista that well, but she wasn't expecting a compliment. She wasn't expecting anything, actually.

"I'm just saying. Everyone in college is so obsessed about who had sex with who. It's really stupid actually." Krista leaned forward, "But, if someone offers to take away what's rightfully yours, don't."

Ymir's face flushed, "I...I don't really want to, anyways so..."

Krista's smile faded, "I know this will be annoying to you, but just do not have sex. I know it's your life and all, but if you completely love and trust this person, it will be sooooo much better than just a one night stand where the guy's dick is too small to give me-"

"Enough!" Ymir held up her hands, "Jeez, I never thought you were like this. I always thought you were innocent."

"Not this early in the morning. The innocence will kick in shortly. Think of this as my crabby side." Krista smiled, "But, my words will remain true. Keep that in mind."

Ymir nodded at the not-so-innocent blonde and watched at she chugged the coffee, rubbed her eyes, and said, "I need to go change. To wake yourself up, go take a shower. And use my face stuff. It will wake you up." She glanced at Ymir again, "And believe me, you need it."

The blonde went into her room and shut the door behind her. Once the girl was gone, Ymir began to laugh. Another side of her friend was revealed.

X

Bertholdt was already awake when the door opened, making him jump to her feet, prepared to defend himself.

"You really need to lock your door." Ymir said, closing it behind her. She looked at Bertholdt, raised an eyebrow, and rolled her eye, "My point exactly."

Bertholdt watched as the brunette walked towards him, plopping herself on the couch. By the time he processed what happened, Ymir was already comfortable, kicking her feet back and wrapping the couch blanket over her body.

He shook his head, rubbing his neck, "It was probably Reiner. The kid was drunker that an irish man."

She laughed, "I see. Why are you up so early?"

Bertholdt hesitated, biting his lip, "I had a bad dream."

"Ditto." Ymir huffed, "What was your dream about?"

Bertholdt opened his mouth, ready to blurt out everything. He then looked at her eyes, noticing the heavy bags. He swallowed, and scratched his neck, "Uh, it's kind of complicated. I don't even remember it."

"Oh." Ymir looked down at her hands, "I don't remember mine either. Krista told me that I was making weird choking sounds. I woke up not remembering how to breathe either."

Bertholdt stared at the brunette. He sat next to her, tugging at his tee-shirt. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She shrugged, "Whatever it was, I don't want to remember it."

Bertholdt bit his cheek, glancing at Ymir, noting how her eyes flicked to something and focused for no more than five seconds. She was fidgety.

"What's the matter?" Bertholdt asked.

She shook her head, "Nothing. It's something that Krista said." She hesitated before turning to Bertholdt, staring at him directly, "Bert, are you a virgin?"

His mouth opened, and he blushed fiercely, "What kind of question is that?"

She smirked, "Judging by your blush, you are, aren't you?"

His blush remaining on his cheeks, he nodded, "Yeah, I am. But why are you asking me?"

She shrugged, "I just wanted to know. I mean, Reiner's not a virgin, Krista isn't even a virgin anymore. I was just wondering if the college stereotype holds true."

"What's the stereotype?"

"That everyone wants to lose their virginity in college. I never really considered it. Have you?"

Bertholdt shook his head, "No, not really. I mean, I think of it..." He trailed off, his cheeks returning to red.

"Oh? You think about it? You want someone to take away your virginity?" Ymir, leaned in close, the right side of her lip curling upwards.

He waved his hands, leaning backwards, "I want to, yes, but not right now. Why are you asking me these things anyways?"

She paused, pulling away, "I just wanted to know. I didn't really know that people just think of sex all the god damn time."

"I don't. Well, not all the time- Dammit, I'm not that kind of guy, okay?" Bertholdt looked away, realizing his failure to talk about a topic that Reiner would bring up every single day.

Ymir sighed, "I know you're not like that. I just don't understand why it's such a big deal."

Bertholdt shrugged, "It really isn't. People just want to fit in with the crowd. It's like high school all over again."

"I guess..." Ymir began to bite her finger nails, staring at the TV. "I want coffee."

Bertholdt smiled, "Caramel Macchiatto?"

"Please."

As Bertholdt began to make the coffee, he watched as Ymir jolted, leaned sideways to pull something out of her pocket, look at the object, and shake her head. Soon realizing it was a cell phone, he watched her click a button. Soon enough after, the phone began to vibrate again, making Ymir growl to herself, shutting the cell off.

Bertholdt handed her the coffee, and sat next to her. Out of curiosity, he asked, "Who was that?"

"Who was what?"

"Your phone."

She rolled her eyes, "It was no one. Wrong number." She shoved the phone back into her pocket, beginning to silently sip her coffee.

X

By the time Ymir was finished with her coffee, Reiner was up, nearly dragging himself through the hallway, and plopping next to Bertholdt, groaning.

Ymir set her cup down on the coffee table, beginning to groan with Reiner. "What's the matter, you big baby?"

Reiner eyed her, his eyes beginning to close, "It's morning. I want breakfast."

Ymir snorted, "That's what you're whining about? Go make breakfast, then."

He groaned again, "I can't. Bertholdt..." Reiner smacked his forehead against Bertholdt's shoulder.

Ymir laughed out loud, "Are you kidding me? You have Bert cook for you, because you can't? Oh, this is too much!" She smacked her knee, "You are really just a big baby!"

"Shut it, missy." Reiner snapped, "I can't cook for shit, alright?" He crossed his arms, pouting, "Don't judge me."

Ymir smirked, "Tool late. Reiner, you're talking to Queen Judgemental, alright?"

Bertholdt smiled slightly, "Reiner, we really don't have anything, you know that, right?"

"Not even bacon?" Reiner pouted.

"Not even bacon. Make yourself a hot pocket, or something." Bertholdt said.

"Those are disgusting."

"How can you say that? Hot pockets are heavenly!" Ymir cut in.

Reiner ignored her, "Come on, Bert. There has to be something. I need to fuel myself for tonight's party!"

"Party?" Bertholdt raised an eyebrow, "What party?"

Reiner sighed, "Shit, I forgot to tell you. A couple of my friends are coming over tonight. Just a couple."

Ymir leaned forward, "That doesn't sound like a party, Reiner."

He bit his lip, "Alright, so maybe it's a lot of people, but it's cool right, Bert?" Reiner clasped his hands together, "You should come too. It will be a lot of fun. Please?"

Bertholdt sighed, gripping the bridge of his nose. He really didn't care about Reiner having a party. He cared about what other people brought to the party. He really didn't want anything to do with that.

"I think I'll pass." Bertholdt smiled slightly, "You have fun."

Reiner crossed his arms, "It's my party. It'll last for a while. Where will you go?"

Bertholdt hesitated. He didn't know where to go. And tonight was supposed to be cold again. There was no escape from the party.

He sighed, "Fine. But I won't drink, or do anything."

"Yes!" Reiner cried out, nearly punching Bertholdt in the face when he threw his arms up in excitement. He leaned towards Ymir, "You should come too. You need a break."

Ymir shrugged immediately, "Whatever. I don't care either way."

Reiner did another burst of excitement, and Bertholdt glanced at Ymir. She looked up at him, smiling slightly.

He smiled back, and in all honesty, he was happy that Ymir was going to be there.

X

After classes, Reiner headed to the liquor store, and Bertholdt went to go shopping for snacks. Ymir told the two she would be there at around seven.

Bertholdt cleaned their dorm, Reiner set the table with the alcohol and snacks, and by the time they were done, people began to show.

For a good hour, guests began to pile into their dorm, bringing their obnoxious aura with them, and soon enough, the living room was vibrating to the sound of dance music and screaming friends.

Eren and Jean were the first to get drunk, and Marco and Mikasa were the two who watched the them grow more and more loud with each swig. Armin had a tipsy Annie nestled on his lap, and Sasha was vacuuming the food right off the table.

Bertholdt glanced at Mikasa who was talking to Marco, glancing at the drunk boys that ran around like children.

Bertholdt walked towards the two, "I find it funny that those two hate each other but when drunk they're like devious brothers."

Mikasa nodded in agreement, "I agree. It's kind of sad though. Marco and I are the sober ones usually, and we have to watch over them. It's like we're mothers to our obnoxious children."

"Which is not what we're supposed to be doing." Marco glanced at Jean, shaking his head, "The only time he's really sober is when he's not around Eren."

Bertholdt smiled, "Well, I guess you two are doing your job of caring for them, right? You love them enough to stay with them, no matter what."

Mikasa blushed slightly, nodding. Marco rubbed his neck, laughing, "I guess you're right, Bert."

The door knocked, and Bertholdt rushed to the door, opening it.

He stopped in his tracks.

There was a small blonde girl in a red, skin tight dress. He recognized her as the Starbuck's clerk at the college lobby.

Then, there was Ymir, who had makeup on, skinny jeans, and a tank top with necklaces falling over her chest. Something that she did not wear usually.

Bertholdt blushed, "Ymir, you look amazing!" He blurted.

"Doesn't she?" The blonde girl agreed, and Ymir blushed, "Oh, sorry. I'm Krista. Krista Lenz. I heard about the party, and Ymir looked...well...but I fixed her up, and well, I couldn't help myself, so here I am!" She exclaimed, smiling.

"Ish it Ymir?" A gruff voice was heard behind Bertholdt, and then Reiner was falling on his shoulder. "Ish is! Hiii, Ymir." He waved a hand, smiling like a dork, making Krista giggle.

His eyes fell on the blonde, and he stood up straight, blushing, "Wow, you're reeeeeally pretty."

Krista giggle again, "Thank you."

Reiner looked at Bertholdt, awestruck, "She talked to me. A goddessh talked to me. This is the besht day ever!"

He fell back into the room, and Krista smiled, sliding into the room. Bertholdt watched the two fade into the crowd, both in separate directions, but he knew one of them would end up talking to the other at some point.

Ymir cleared her throat, "Thank you."

Bertholdt turned to face her, "What?"

She glanced up at him bashfully, her face red, "Thank you for calling me, uh, pretty."

Bertholdt smiled, "You're welcome."

Ymir walked in, taking slow steps and avoiding any eye contact with Bertholdt, and soon, she too faded with the crowd.

After an hour, the food was gone, Eren was trying to get Mikasa to dance with him, but she refused. Jean's head was on Marco's lap, and he was booping his nose multiple times, making Marco laugh. Reiner, Krista and Annie were playing poker, and Connie and Armin were chatting. People kept stepping over Sasha, who passed out.

Bertholdt was sitting on a chair in the corner, watching the drunk people grind against each other like it was some kind of life saver. He grimaced, and started to think it was a good idea to go into his room.

However, before he could even get up, Ymir was standing in front of him. Surprised, he stood up immediately, knocking the chair over.

Ymir laughed sluggishly, "Hehe, you musht be drunk." She said, her voice slurred. Her eyes were nearly closed, and she kept wobbling.

Great.

Bertholdt sighed, "No, Ymir, you're drunk."

She laughed, slapping his shoulder, "Who said I waaass?"

She grabbed his hands, pulling him near the dance floor, "Bert, will you dance with me?"

"Ymir, you're drunk, and I can't dance." Bertholdt tried to pull away, but her grip tightened.

"Please, Bert? It's not that hard." SHe pointed to the couples, "See? The girls do all the work anyways. The boys just stand there!"

"No, Ymir." Bertholdt pried her fingers away from his sleeve, "You need to go home."

She pouted, "But Krista left."

"No she didn't." He said, but as he looked around, he noticed Krista was gone. And so was Reiner.

Shit.

"Bertholdt, I wanna daaaance." Ymir whined, pulling on his sleeve again.

He frowned. Reiner was the host. There was no way he would've left. But here he was, acting as the host. He grit his teeth, "Ymir, where is your dorm."

She shrugged, "I don't know."

Bertholdt rolled his eyes. "Great." He murmured. "Just. Freaking. Great."

Author's Note: Oh my God, I am so sorry for the delay. I had major writers block, and it sucked. But this is back. Yay! I'm sorry if it's not that good, but I'm still getting out of the block, so it should be better next chapter.