Save the boy
I woke up on my bed. Alone. How they got me back inside from the roof, I'll never know.
I stood up, throwing my long hair in a ponytail again. I really need a shower, but there's no water nor is there any time for that anymore.
I walked out the door, playing with the golden ring on my index finger. I replayed last night in my head. Me about to kill myself, the group coming and saving me, Carl getting upset over the fact that I did, showing he actually cared... The whole group showing that they cared... Rick calming me down last night. Everything.
I would honestly be scared of me too. I would.
I walked down the stairs slowly, playing with the sleeve of my shirt. Not once did I look up. I walked into the kitchen and sat down.
"Melsa!" I heard a baby's voice say. I slowly turned my head around and saw Judith reaching out for me. I debated on wether or not I should play with her. I picked her up and set her down on my hip. My hair(that now reached my hips, by the way) was in Judith's face, my hair tie must have fallen out. I sighed. One day a walker is gonna grab my hair, making me that much more vulnerable.
"Let's go get me a haircut." I said in a baby voice, making her giggle.
I walked over to my bag and picked up my knife. I must look threatening to the group, holding a knife and a baby while walking away from everyone. I chuckled slightly at my own comment. I walked into the washroom, setting Judith on the floor. She played with her red plastic cups.
I looked through the cabinets and found a comb.
"It'll do." I mumbled. After a Long time of combing through my horrid hair, the tangles finally came out. I put my hair in a ponytail and brought my hair over my shoulder. I cut just below the shoulder with my knife. I took my hair out and looked in the mirror.
"What do you think, Judy?" I turned around. She giggled.
"I think it's too long." I said in the same baby voice. I cut my hair so that it was shoulder length. I looked in the mirror. I've forgotten what it was like to have short hair. I combed through it again. I turned around and sat on the floor with Judy. She took the comb from my hands and held it loosely with her tiny fingers. She brought the comb to her short hair and copied my actions by 'brushing' her hair. She laughed when the comb touched her head.
Judith yawned. I brought her into my arms and she rested her head on my chest. She fell asleep in almost an instant. I brought the knife over to me from the sink. I began to fiddle around with it, seeming I had nothing else to do. I heard the door burst open, making me jump. Carl saw me holding Judith and a knife and I could see the panic in his eyes.
"Okay, one; chill the fuck out. Two; she fell asleep after I cut my hair. Three; get the fuck away from me if you're gonna make assumptions like that." I said.
"I thought you were about to..."
"You thought I was about to kill a baby? You really think I would do that? I can't believe you, Carl. You've known me forever. And I wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for you, either!" I shouted, covering Judith's ear with my hand.
"You turned dark, Melissa. Cold. You tried to kill yourself, who knows what else you would do." He spat.
"You wouldn't last a day in my place. If you could read my mind you'd be in tears. I would have been dead already if it wasn't for that little hope I once had. My mind is in some very, very dark places right now but I am keeping myself together. Try being depressed in this world. Having your mind take you to other places when it needs to be somewhere else. Wanting to kill yourself to be happy. I miss the Carl that actually cared about me. The one who didn't do stuff behind my back, then stop me from dying. I miss everything. I miss when I was happy, and not some depressed, suicidal bitch." I said.
"I-I didn't know..." Carl said.
"Yea, how would you." I mumbled before walking off. I walked into the kitchen. Rick, dad, Damien, Maggie, Michone, and Glenn were looking at me. I put Judith on her little bed and wiped away tears.
"You uh... You guys heard all that?" I sniffled. Damien rushed up to me and hugged me. I cried into his chest.
"Yea..." He whispered.
"I'm a monster. Why do you guys even come near me?" I sobbed.
"You're not a monster, Melissa..." Dad said. I shook my head, still hugging Damien.
"Why did you guys save me last night?" I asked, letting go of Damien.
"Because we love you, Melissa. We care about you and we'd all be torn if you had died..." Maggie said.
"So um... Where is Carl?" Rick asked. I sighed.
"Last seen him near the bathroom. Could be making out with Kayla right now, though. Who knows." I said. "Sorry." Rick nodded and walked away, looking for Carl.
"We're going on a run later, you wanna come?" Glenn asked.
"Sure. I haven't left this house in two weeks, So..." I nodded.
I walked upstairs, hearing yelling. Rick and Carl. I sighed and walked up to the door, pressing my ear against it.
"Son, do you know what you did to her?!" Rick.
"I know, dad! I know! But I can't get her back! She hates me!" Carl.
"She tried to kill herself because of you!" Rick argued.
"I miss her, dad... I don't know what to do... I need her..." I could tell Carl was crying. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around and saw my dad smirking.
"Eavesdropping on their conversation, huh?" He asked.
"Am not! I'm just... Listening in. Secretly." I explained. He laughed.
"Right." He said. I playfully glared at him.
"Ah, there's my little girl." He beamed, pulling me in for a hug and ruffling my newly cut hair. I like it when I'm not a walking freak show, And actually normal.
"And I like the haircut. You do that yourself?" He asked, playing around with my hair.
"And watched a baby at the same time." I added.
"Multitasking. I like it." He said. He shrugged and laughed.
"You haven't had your hair this short since before." He said, referring to before the apocalypse.
"Yep. Wanna listen in with me?" I asked, putting my ear back up to the door. He copied my actions.
"You coming on the run with us, then?" Rick asked Carl.
"Fine. Whatever." Carl sighed.
"Okay, get ready and meet me downstairs." Rick said. Me and dad rushed downstairs quietly. I gave him a high five. Rick came downstairs, Carl following soon after. They both looked at me and sighed, almost simultaneously. I held back a few chuckles. I'm supposed to still be mad at Carl. I am still mad at Carl.
"Let's just...go." I said.
"Kayla, you coming?" Carl asked from behind me. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure!" She squealed. I chuckled out of anger and turned around.
"Keep it the fuck down." I spat. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, clinging onto Carl. I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. I turned back around and kept walking.
"Should be a Walmart up to road a ways. Passed by it when I was taken. Let's head there." I said. Rick nodded.
After lots of walking and annoying giggles coming from Kayla, we arrived.
"Okay. We go in groups. Glenn and Maggie together, me and Carl, Daryl and Michone, and Kayla and Melissa." Rick said. I groaned.
"Well, let's go!" Kayla said. She was starting to sound like one of those annoying ass preppy cheerleaders that nobody likes.
"Wait, I don't wanna leave Kayla." Carl said. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"What, you don't wanna leave Kayla or you don't wanna leave her with me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms. "In case you haven't noticed the two of us used to be best friends way before either of us met you... Good times." I mumbled the last part, looking away.
"Carl, I've made my decisions, Kayla and Melissa will keep watch." Rick said. They walked into the store. I sat down on the concrete steps, resting my chin on my hand.
"You two used to act the same way." Kayla said. I raised my eyebrows.
"Did we now?" I asked, unamused.
"Yea. Hated it." She said. I looked at her, not moving anything but my eyes.
"That why you broke us up?" I asked, no emotion in my voice at all.
"Partially. I also didn't thoroughly mean it... Mel, I miss having you as a best friend... Y'know, when we were able to tell each other anything and do everything together..." She said, her voice returning to her normal tone.
"Me too. But you kinda ruined everything by being a bitch." I said, looking across the street at some nearby walkers.
"At least I'm not some suicidal freak." She said, smirking. I turned my head to look at her. I took a deep breath so I didn't kill her right then and there.
"You have no idea what I've been through. Even before this!" I almost shouted, still turning some walkers' attention on us.
"Oh, what, no friends?" She asked.
"My mother abused me!" I screamed at her. She looked taken back.
"What?" She whispered.
"That's why she kidnapped me and tortured me! Not that you would notice, you were probably sucking faces with Carl while I got beaten every day!"
"I'm so sorry... Why didn't you ever tell me?" She asked.
"I didn't want you to worry... I didn't want you to tell anyone and have me taken away..." I whispered. She hugged me.
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled.
"You wouldn't kn-"
"I meant for everything. You can have Carl back, he doesn't really love me...I don't even know if I love him anymore." She chuckled, tears threatening to come from her eyes. "You knew him longer, too. I'm such an idiot..." She rambled.
"Shut up..." I whispered. "Thank you." I smiled. She hugged me again.
"Plus, Damien is pretty cute, too." She smirked. I chuckled and shook my head. I still didn't 100% forgive her, but she was my best friend since forever. She looked over my shoulder and her smile dropped.
"Walkers..." She said.
"What?" I turned around and saw walkers coming towards us. She took out her gun and knife.
"Go inside and get the others. Go, now!" She yelled. I ran inside the dark store.
"WALKERS! EVERYBODY LETS GO!" I yelled. I heard footsteps and a few faint 'go, go, go's. I saw the group run up to the door.
"We gotta stay inside. Take the back entrance!" Dad said.
"No! Kayla's out there! We can't leave her!" I said. I gripped my crossbow and ran towards the doors. I heard an ear-piercing scream.
"NO!" I screamed, running outside. I killed walkers that got close to me. "Kayla!" I shouted. I saw a walker eating something around the corner.
"Shit!" Carl shouted. We ran over, killing the walker. We saw Kayla, dead. She had a huge bite taken from her neck, her stomach, and various bites on her arms and legs. I dropped to my knees, getting full of even more blood that wasn't mine.
"Dammit!" I cried. I looked over at Carl. He looked out of it.
"I'm so sorry, Carl..." I whispered. His head snapped to me. His glare was like knifes piercing me.
"You're sorry? You're fucking SORRY? This is all your damn fault! She's dead because of you!" He shouted, standing up.I let tears fall for the first time in a while.
"Wh-what?" I asked, looking into his eyes. They were a shade of blue I haven't seen before.
"You heard me! You're such a fuck up! I shouldn't have saved you from jumping yesterday! I should have let you!" He shouted.
"Carl!" Glenn shouted, anger in his voice.
"No, you know what, maybe I should have! But you'd have to live with the guilt of knowing that it was all your fault! Kayla's dead and you're yelling at me! I'm not your problem! Especially not now!" I stood up, tears were streaming down my face. The next thing I knew, Carl was pointing his gun at me. Everybody was already on their ways to find a car.
"C-Carl..." I gulped. "Do it."
He fired the bullet. It skimmed my head. I turned around and saw Kayla drop to the ground, dead, again. I looked back at him. He dropped his gun.
"Let's go." He mumbled, walking off. I sighed and picked up his gun, walking over to the new car. Me and Carl had to sit beside each other in the crammed car. I stared out the window the whole time, not paying any attention to the boy leaning against me because of the lack of space.
"We seriously couldn't have gotten a bigger car?" I asked, looking at rick, who was driving.
"Only one we could hot-wire at the time." Rick shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road.
"But I mean, damn. I'd rather walk." I mumbled. Carl nudged me in the side with his elbow. I looked at him.
"What?" I asked. Not trying to sound rude. He looked at me.
"I...nevermind..." He said. I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. I saw a car on the side of the road.
"Rick, stop." I said.
"What? Why?" He asked.
"Just stop!" I demanded. He sighed and stopped the car. I jumped out and rushed to the car.
"Anyone here?" I shouted. Three people walked out of the bushes. A man, a woman, and a little boy who can't be older than eight years old. I held up my crossbow. They had their hands up.
"Please don't shoot! We have nothing." The woman begged, pulling the younger boy closer to her. The man walked in front of them.
"Anyone bit?" I asked. The woman's lip trembled. She nodded, holding onto the little boys shoulder. "Him?" I asked.
"Yes." She whispered.
"May I see?" I asked. She took a breath and held up the little boys arm, showing my the fresh bite mark just under his elbow.
"It happened just a minute ago... Please help." The man begged. I sighed.
"We have to cut it off." I said.
"No! Mommy!" The little boy cried.
"Rick!" I shouted. Everyone rushed out of the car.
"What is it?" Rick asked.
"We gotta amputate his arm. Help me." I said.
"Here, you got a towel or something?" I asked them. The woman pulled out a rag. I put it in the little boys mouth so he didn't scream.
"You may wanna look away..." I said. The woman covered her eyes and cried.
"We gotta hurry! Who's gonna do it?!" Carl yelled. Rick gulped.
"I'll do it..." I mumbled. Rick passed me his axe. I took a deep breath. I brought the axe up over my head.
"NO! NO-" the woman cried. I swung the axe down, cutting off his lower arm. I dropped the axe. Everyone's screams were tuned out. I looked at the little boy. He was still awake. There was a ringing in my ears. Dad looked at me and screamed, running towards me. I felt myself begin to fall. My dad caught me. I looked at my stomach and saw blood seeping through my shirt. I looked up and saw the man with his gun still out. He looked back and forth from me to the little boy.
He shot me.
I only had one thing going through my mind- stay alive.
I couldn't control my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. My eyes began to feel heavy as I shut them.
"Save...the...boy..." I whispered before passing out.
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Hey, walkerbait!
So I was wondering, if any of you would like to maybe, please tell/message me any good editing apps I can use to make a better/new cover for this book? I'm clueless on what apps to use so...
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And there's a new episode tonight!! 5x10!!!! Heard it's gonna be instenseee!!
And I have no school tomorrow ayeee!!!
Mkay so there was some drama in this chapter. Melissa got shot
Kayla died :( I honestly felt sad writing this because I hate killing off characters (even if I do it a lot oops)
Carl and Melissa are still broken up :(
Melissa isn't as dark anymore, but from time to time, she's still gonna be showing that side of her that's like 'I don't care, shut up, f*** off, f*** you, f*** this, you're annoying, I don't care if I have to kill you, I want to die' kind of part of her that will take her to dark and depressing places, if that makes any sense... But she's also gonna lighten up a little bit, but not very soon, because her best friend was just killed by a walker and Carl scolded her for it.
Idk why, but I just decided that she should start showing this dark side of her that nobody has seen before, and it's kinda slowly changing her and her relationships with the people around her, she's changing, mentally and now physically.
And wow Melissa must have a lot of her loved ones blood on her because now there's Beth, Merle, Kayla, her own, the little boy's, and tons of walkers and such. I'd be so done if I were her wow.
Okay does anybody even read these? No? Okay, sorry😂
Bye xx