Chapter 3 ~Enjoy or not idk~

Eren's Pov

"I told you I was sorry, how many times do I have to say it Mikasa? You know I don't try to stress you out on purpose," I apologized.

She just stood there with her arms crossed after fluttering about me, checking for any injuries. "It doesn't matter how many times you say sorry Eren. I will worry every time you do this. It needs to stop," Mikasa glared at me.

I stared back for a few moments before sighing. "Ok, fine. Fine, I won't go out after curfew anymore ok?"

"Eren...the town has this curfew for a reason. You know this. They are out there, and they could attack at anytime. You can't trust anyone Eren, and it's definitely not safe to roam around alone at night," she scolded.

I winced at the mention of them, before apologizing once more and heading off to sleep.

In all honesty, I had no idea what they were, no one really did. The only ones rumored to know what they are, are the elders who refuse to speak of them. We only know the rules.

Rule number one: Never go outside alone.

Rule number two: Never go outside past sunset, or before sunrise.

Rule number three: Never stare a stranger in the eyes for longer than necessary.

There are other minor rules, but these are the most stressed, important rules that everyone knows. Life can be stressful, knowing there is something out there, but not knowing what or where. Most of us are untrusting because of this; we are all afraid.

Everyone except for me that is.

I have a sense for adventure. I want to see the world, I want to see everything and actually live my life, instead of just existing. Because what use is being alive if I'm not going to enjoy it? So I usually ignore the rules, but unfortunately I have someone that is overly worried for me and constantly wants to keep me on a tight leash. I love my older sister, but she can definitely be too overbearing more often than not. I do feel bad for always worrying her though, so I'll try to appease her and let up a bit for a little while.

"Mikasa, I'm home! I brought the mail in for you," I yelled out while shutting the front door with my foot.

I hear her shuffling around in the kitchen before she comes to greet me in the living room. I sat on the couch sifting through the mail before finally coming to one envelope that caught my eye. It stood out amongst all the others, lightly glittering in the dim light of the fireplace. It was a completely golden envelope, with our last names etched into it on the front.

"Ooh, what's this?" I wonder out loud. I was excited to finally get something new and interesting. I go to open the letter but before I can it is stolen out of my hands. I looked up watching the culprit study the letter.

"Well? What is it?" I ask impatiently. I watch as a range of emotions go through my sister's face. Confusion, surprise, worry and then anger.

I stand up snatching the letter back from my sister before starting to read.

Salutations Jaeger Household,

You have been cordially invited to this year's Annual Brachen Ball. The event shall be held on the night of October tenth, an hour before sunset. We ask that you come adorning anonymous wear, as the Ball will be a Masquer-

That was all I was able to read before the letter was once more ripped out of my hands and thrown into the fire.

"Hey!" I yelled, stepping forward in an attempt to grab the letter out of the fire. Mikasa grabbed my arm to stop me, and I watched as the golden paper turned to ash.

I angrily turned to face my sister, taking my arm out of her grasp.

"What the hell Mikasa? What is your problem, I was reading that! And why did you burn it? Now I won't know the rest of it!" I shouted angrily.

"It doesn't matter if you know what is says or not; we aren"t going," she stated in a tone of finality.

I stood confused and outraged, glaring at my sister.

"Why exactly aren't we going? And who says you get to decide what I do, huh?" I asked.

She turned to look at me, seemingly put off. "Because It's dangerous and unimportant. If it were necessary that we go we would have been invited every other year. And I get to decide because I'm older than you; I'm in charge."

"That"s not fair Mikasa! You can't just-" I tried to argue.

"I can and I will. You aren't going to the Ball. This conversation is over." She left, slamming the front door after her.

I stared after her in rage for a few moments before locking myself in my room.

I don't care what she says.

I'm going to that Ball.

I totally got a cinderella vibe during that last part. Oh well, I guess eren can be cinderella then, but where is his prince?