Hopefully
(Barely edited)
We are staying at a clearing. Rick, Glenn, tyreese, Michone and Noah are searching for Noah's family.
I dug through my bag. There was no reason, I just wanted to know what was in there. Everyone's still mourning Beth's death, including me.
My fingers touched a cold metal. I grabbed it and pulled it out of my bag. It was the gold locket that Carl gave me back at the prison. I smiled and put it on my neck. I remembered the prison. When everyone was still alive, when we were safe, when we didn't have any other worries than figuring out what to do so we weren't laying around all day.
I also found a golden ring that had an arrow on it. I remembered the time that my dad got it for me. It was my eleventh birthday. I never had a party, because I never really had any family and I didn't have any friends. I was the outcast.the one that nobody was allowed to talk to because I came from a family that consisted of 'redneck trash'. I was told to stay away from the other kids at school, not that it mattered if I did or not, nobody came around me, anyways. Just because my family never had tons of money, or because my mom was abusive and she left, or because I was weird and I was a freak.
I put the ring on my finger and smiled. I found a necklace with an angel wing on it. My dad got it for me on a run. He has the angel wing vest, and I have the angel wing necklace.
"Hey, Mel." Carl sat down beside me. I half-smiled at him.
"Remember when you gave me this necklace?" I smiled, showing him the locket. He held it in his hand and smiled.
"Yea." He smiled. "Yea I do."
"You know I love you, right?" I asked.
"Of course. I love you too." He smiled.
"So you won't get angry when a tell you this?" I asked.
"What?"
"I wanted that to be me, not Beth. I should be the one lying dead on the ground right now with a bullet hole in my head, not Beth...I-I-I feel like I've got nothing anymore. Beth had everything going for her. She was that...that one piece of light in this dark world and-and now that light is gone... Beth had so much innocence. I killed people. Murdered them. Her...Beth...she wouldn't hurt a soul. That corpse shouldn't be Beth, it should be me." I ranted. Carls mouth dropped open.
"Don't ever say that, Melissa..."
"What, the truth? Remember when I tried to kill myself! I've had that feeling for so long after that! I wouldn't have minded if that bullet went through my head! Beth, she didn't fucking deserve this! I do!" I shouted, breaking down. Tears flowed from my eyes. Carls eyes welled up with tears.
"Don't fucking say that. Don't ever say that you want to die! Why do you even want to?!" He shouted.
"I've wanted to since I was younger, Carl!" I shouted. "When I got bullied, when I was beaten, when this started, when people started dying, when your mom died, when we argued, when we lost the prison, now, when Merle died, at terminus, when my mother abused me... That's why I want to fucking die! Or... Wanted to..." I shouted. Some people looked at us, shocked.
"Melissa..." Dad began walking up to me.
"No, don't." I said, running off into the woods.
"Melissa!" I heard voices shout. I ran into a big bush and hid, silently crying. It's getting dark, so maybe they won't find me.
Wrong.
Carl kneeled down in front of me.
"Baby, please don't..." He whispered. I nodded and hugging him. We walked to my dad. He hugged me and he tried not to cry.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. He nodded. I began to breath heavily and I blacked out.
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I woke up by the fire truck. I looked in front of me and saw Beth playing her guitar and singing.
I looked to my right and saw Lizzie and mika smiling.
"It's better now." They both said.
"Wh-wha-" I looked to my left and saw Bob.
I looked around and saw Philip.
"What are you all... What are you doing... Here...?" I breathed.
"B-Beth?" She smiled at me.
"You don't have to worry about us. We're better now." She smiled. Lizzie crawled closer to me and grabbed my foot. I let her do whatever she was doing, I have no energy to move.
I blinked and when I opened my eyes, the people that were once Beth, Philip, Lizzie, mika, and bob... They were all random walkers. One was trying to take a bite out of my leg, while the others were coming closer to me. I didn't move-I couldn't.
"MELISSA!" I heard a voice scream. I looked up with the little energy I had and it saw Hershel.
"H-Hershel..." I smiled. He smiled back. I blinked again and when I opened my eyes, it was dad, not Hershel. I only was able to move my eyes and my head a little, loosing my breath even doing that.
"Mel?" A female voice called out. I looked to my right and saw Lori. I smiled with the little energy I had.
"Y-you're n- you're dead..." I choked out. "Am...I...dy-dying?" I breathed. I saw Patrick behind her and he shook his head.
I closed my eyes and placed my head straight ahead, still leaning against the fie truck. Breathing was difficult.
I opened my eyes and the group(who was alive) was standing in front of me, concerned. I began to cough. I fell to the ground on my back, coughing up blood.
"Wh-what's happening?" Carl asked. I looked into his eyes, not breaking contact unless to shut my eyes.
I stopped coughing and darkness soon took over.
Carls POV
"What the hell was that?" I breathed.
"Not sure..." Tara said.
"She's sick... B-but she was just fine... Wh-what's happening?" Daryl panicked.
"Eugene?! You're a scientist, do you know what's happening?" Michone asked. Eugene shrugged. I sighed and looked back at Melissa. I put my hand on her chest and my ear to her lips.
"She has a faint heartbeat and she's taking small breaths... She's alive, that's a good thing, right?" I asked, not looking away from Melissa as I wiped away the blood on her face with my shirt sleeve.
"Hopefully..." Carol sighed.
"We can't loose her... Not another person..." Sasha said.
"Remember that flu at the prison?" Michone asked. I took in a shaky breath.
"No..no no... She-she can't... She can't have that..." I said. My voice was shaky.
"Odds are she just passed out from starvation, dehydration, she was overwhelmed, and exhaustion." Rosita said. I nodded.
"Anybody got any water?" Daryl frantically asked. I nodded.
"In her bag. There's a granola bar for if sh- when she wakes up." I said. Daryl searched through her bag and found Half a water bottle and a granola bar.
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"Damn, what's taking everyone so long?" I asked. Michone shrugged. I felt Melissa's grip on my hand tighten. I quickly looked at her. Her eyes fluttered open.
"She's awake!" Michone shouted.
"Melissa..." I smiled. The group came around. My smile faded once she said three words that I'll never forget.
"Who are you?"
Melissa's POV
I felt a hand in mine. I squeezed it and opened my eyes.
"She's awake!" I heard a woman shout. A boy with long brown hair, blue eyes and a sheriffs hat came into view.
"Melissa..." He smiled. I looked at him confused and began to back away from this group.
"Who are you?" I asked. The groups smiled faded.
"Melissa... I'm... I'm Carl... Your boyfriend..? Remember?" The boy asked. I shook my head.
"Who are you people?!" I screamed.
"Melissa, were your group... I'm your dad..." A man with long black hair and a crossbow said.
"What do you mean group? And what dad? Why am I in the middle of the woods? Why do you guys have weapons? What's going on?!" I shouted.
"You don't remember the walkers?"
"Walkers? I... What?" I sighed. "What are walkers and why should I remember them?" I asked. The group sighed.
"This is the apocalypse. I'm your father, Daryl. That's your boyfriend, Carl. This is the group we've been surviving with... Don't you remember?" I shook my head.
"What's the group gonna think?" The cute Carl boy sighed.
I was beyond scared. Who are these people? What do they mean by the walker apocalypse.
"The walkers? Like-like zombies?" I asked. They nodded. I sighed.
"Am-am I supposed to remember you guys?" I asked. I saw a tear fall from Daryl's eye. I sat up.
"I'm sorry... Could you guys teach me how to survive?" I asked. Carl shook his head angrily.
"You don't have to learn because you already know! You know us! You know about all of this! You know me! You have to!" He screamed. I backed away with tears in my eyes.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered.
Daryl's POV
I can't believe this. She doesn't remember any of us, even me, her own father. Carls not taking this very well, Michone had to take him away from Melissa to calm him down.
"What's going on? Why is she forgetting everything?" I asked Eugene.
"Probably amnesia. Not sure if she will get her memory back..." He said.
"Soon?" I asked.
"Ever." He sighed. I put my head in my hands.
"Daryl... I'm so sorry..." Carol said. I nodded and sighed.
"Maybe now she won't remember her mother... Her being bullied... All the bad people in this world... But this better not get her killed." I said, she nodded. I looked over at Melissa. She was talking to Carl. I smiled. Hopefully this thing will blow over soon.
Hopefully.
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I'm baaaaaaack!!
Hey sorry about this chapter it's so short I know you hate me.
And the picture is the outfit and such that Melissa is wearing and that picture near the corner is her!!1!!1!
BUT DID YOU SEE LAST NIGHTS EPISODE WHAT EVEN IN TWD ANYMORE THAT WAS CRAZY AND UNEXPECTED
AND IM SORRY IT TOOK ME 138273839 YEARS TO UPDATE I WAS WAITING FOR THE NEW EPISODE.
THERE isn't really much I could use from last nights episode that I could use for the chapter so I made her get sick and somehow manage to have Amnesia
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things...
Sorry off topic
Did anyone watch the Grammys last night bc I didn't oops
And I need a new cover so comment some ideas I could use for it because I honestly don't really like this one anymore.
And I'm becoming more and more obsessed with Ed Sheehan lay!eh every since I went to his concert a while ago idk he sings like an angel and he has the most flawless voice ever idk it's just everything about him is perfect okay I'm sorry.
Man, I keep going off topic shoot.
I honestly have no idea where I'm gonna go with this chapter.
And in my other book, I'm also stuck on where to go soooo don't worry if I don't update much for a few days on either books because I don't know what to do because I have major writers block.
And was that foreshadowing I used just then?! Whaaaaat??
I've been hating school so much lately omg ew
Okay bye walkerbait