Are we really living?//TWD

NINETEEN

(A/n: BLM is not a trend. It's a real thing. Justice will be served to countless people who have lost their lives to the law enforcement.

No justice. No peace. ACAB all the way.)

"Please state your full name for the court" Judge Taylor says.

"Tonya Elvira Germanotta" I say.

"Case 064 is adjourned. Murder,and battery on Matthew Germotta, how do you plea?" She says then looks at me with a bit of fear.

"Before I plea may I say something in my defense?" I ask looking at her.

"You may" she says with a sympathetic look.

"Your honor I will tell you this. I will not apologize nor I regret what I have done" I say and my lawyer looks at me with widened eyes filled with fear.

"My father. He looked like a good man and he acted like one too, key word acted. He abused me from the age of 5 to 15" I say and I heard a guy named Scott scoff from across the room.

Scott was the one against my case, he wanted me to never see daylight again.

"Your honor I will say this she is telling you a lie. Just a plain white lie" he says and I stand up and I walk to the front of the court room then I take off my shirt and tank too leaving me in my bra.

The whole room went quiet and some gasps scattered. My body looked like Frankenstein, there's cigarette burns, slashes, and me being beaten so bad with a belt it scarred on my back.

I turn towards the Judge. "I am not asking for your pity, but if this happened to you or your child, you'd kill the mother fucker too" I say and I put my clothes back on.

I look Scott dead in the eyes, the color frim his face was drained with guilt. I smirk and I scoff at him.

I turn back around facing the Judge. "Oh yeah I plead guilty"

I toss Carl the m&ms and he catches it, he scans the package then smiles.

"Are they stale?" He questions and I chuckle.

"Maybe. You wanna hear how m&ms were invented?" I question him were all take a short break from walking on the side of the road.

"No more facts or stories I beg of you" he groans and Rick chuckles.

"What? I thought you loved my facts an
d stories" I say in defense.

"They get kinda boring" he says.

"You never know if your going to need those facts and stories in the future" I say matter factly.

"Do you still wanna hear about the invention of the m&m?" I ask him and he shrugs with a nod.

He opens the package and hands out the chocolate to everybody. He gave me a bit and I tossed one in my mouth.

"So the military had little food but you know what had a lot of sugar and can give you energy?" I ask him and everybody else.

"Chocolate?" He says sounding like a question.

"Yes you are correct, and what would happen to the chocolate if it's in the hot sun?" I ask him again. It's like I'm testing or quizzing him.

"It'll melt" he says.

"Yes and in 1941 a guy named Forrest Mars first introduced the m&m" I say and I take a small chocolate in between my index finger and thumb.

"The covering around the chocolate keeps it from melting so they can have it even in the scorching hot weather" I say then throwing the chocolate up in the air and catching in in my mouth.

"Wow. I have a question about you" he says and I perk up my ears listening.

"Go ahead." I say motioning my hand towards him.

"How did you get to America and how old were you?" He asks me and everyone I bet is wondering the same thing.

I suck in a sharp breath remembering.

"I was 17 and they made it illegal to immigrant to America in 1982 so after my coma-" I say and Carl cuts me off.

"You were in a coma?!" He exclaims. Oh yeah he doesn't know.

"Yes I was and I do have a bit of brain damage" I say without any emotion in my voice. "I think I have TBI I can't remember I am getting old" I say and he smiles.

"If you took care of yourself then you'd remember" Beth's voice said.

"You are always so stubborn" Frankie's voice chimed in. I blink a couple of times.

I shook my head trying to stop.

"Anyways I had an arranged marriage when I was 15 to a 42 year old, by my father then that man hit me then I dumped his ass" I say and Carol rubs her temples.

"When my father heard about it he did something very awful to me to try and teach me a lesson" I say simply cause Carl's a kid.

"Did your dad send you into that coma?" He asks and I nod slowly.

"I am so happy that your father is a good man and a good father to you." I say and I push his hat over his eyes.

"Then after 6 months of being in that coma, I had to get payback then after I did get payback," I say and everyone's attention moved towards me. "I was 15 when they put me away for quite some time" I say with my lips pressing into a line.

"So you went to jail?" He says bluntly and I laugh a bit.

"When you put it like that it seems like I am a terrible person. But yes I did go to jail for about 4 years then I went to the military and did some medical training so I became a trauma surgeon" I say with a small grin.

"What's a trauma surgeon?" He asks and I rub my palms together and I cross my legs, I'm sitting by him but further away.

"Like if let's say for example" I look around the group. "Ok if Tara, if she gets this big slash into her abdomen and it's piercing her stomach and kidney, and she's in V-FIB." I say and Tara looks at me with eyebrows raised.

"I would have to figure out how to save her before she dies, I would have to shred my shirt so I clean her wound cause we don't really have water, then I would take a wire out of my bra and sharpen it and I would have to pull the edges of her skin together then wrap it so there's no infection" I say and everyone is just staring at me like I'm crazy. Which I am.

"Have you done that before?" Michonne questions.

"Yes I have on myself and others" I admit. I had to on myself because my father had a steak knife and slashed my stomach and he didn't take me to the hospital, I was 9.

I look up at the sky and I realize that it's almost 10 pm.

"Ok lets settle down for tonight alright" Rick says and I nod