Are we really living?//TWD

THIRTY

A/n: yay chapter 30 im so happy. Enjoy!

"What was the army like?" Carl's voice rung in my ears as we all camped out in the living room. I sat in front of the couch with my back against it with Carl sitting on my right side in front of me.

"Hard. For me at least cause I have a big ass mouth on me." I say and he chuckles softly. "I did meet someone there, he became my best friend and even after the military we stayed friends then moved to Atlanta" I say. "I miss him...a lot."

"What was he like?" Carl asks me.

"He was a huge fan of fairy tales with princesses, kings, and queens. He also worked at a zoo, he was very fond of a tiger he named Shiva. I actually met the tiger, she was very polite" I smile.

"What was his name?"

"I nicknamed him, Ezzy but Ezekiel that was him." I respond. I wonder if he's still alive, maybe even has that damn tiger on his hip.

"Can you tell me some facts or stories?" He asks and I arch an eyebrow.

"I thought my facts and stories were boring?" I quote him from a couple of weeks ago.

"Not all the time." He says and I grin. "It's not like I can go to school anyway" he finishes. He has a point.

"You do have a point there, but that doesn't mean you ever stop learning or trying, never give up." I say then I look to the group. "Even when your bones and brain is screaming at you to give up, even when all of you have lost so much. Please promise me, you will never lay down and die" I say to the people I call my family.

"Don't cry because it ended, smile because it's history and memories to look at" I say with my voice almost breaking but not so much.

Everyone nods their head at me and I smile. "If and when I do give up, you all know I'll say some kind of snarky comment" Abraham says and we all laugh a bit.

"Alright where was I?" I act clueless then look at Carl who has ' bitch you know exactly where you were'. "Ok fine." I say in defeat. "What kind of story?" I ask him.

"Can you tell me one of your stories when you were shot? " He asks.

"I've been shot 6 times you'll have to het more specific" I say and he smiles while shaking his head.

"The first time" he picks. I was shot when I was 9 in the woods cause my father was chasing me with his rifle, he nearly paralyzed me.

"I will tell you this, I was very young and naive. At first it didn't hurt cause of all the adrenaline pumping in my body, but as soon as my body realized that I was shot it hurt like a bitch." I explain.

"But there was a moment where I thought everything was okay I wasn't in pain anymore and then I passed out. I took the bullet out myself and I patched it up, it was hard considering it was in my back." I continue growing quieter every sentence.

"Little girl!!" My father yelled for me. After school my dad found out I was joining an after school program for medical school during high school, he's furious.

Why can't he just let me be happy?

I was trying to run from him through the house but I can't, he's already punched me in the nose when he got here, I'm still a bit dizzy from the impact.

I run to the front yard but as soon as my foot got out the line between outside and inside, he grabbed my hair from behind me dragging me back inside.

"Stop! Let me go!" I scream at him but he kept pulling my whole body by my hair, it's a real pussy move to pull hair.

"Nobody's coming to save you, not your school, not your punk ass lesbo" He says talking about Maggie.

He throws me in the kitchen in the corner, while he was grabbing a knife.

"Don't you talk about Maggie that way" I say in a lowered tone, I have never seen his head snap towards me.

"What did you say little bitch?" He asks with his jaw tightening.

"I said don't talk about my sister that way, you sick fuck!" I scream at him, and he grabs my wrist green starts digging the knife into my skin going down vertically.

I'm trying to not to scream and cry, or it'll just get worse. I took my lips into my mouth biting on them and breathing heavily.

He takes the knife out and more blood oozes out. "You think she actually cares about you? Your just a un fixable problem she feels like she has to fix" he chuckles evilly. "She doesn't give one flying fuck about you" he says.

"No her and her family can get the cops on your ass." I tell him getting dizzy.

"You just don't get it do you, dumb whore" he says and stabs my hand in between my knuckles. I can't help but choke out a sob, in the back of my throat.

"Not so strong are you now" he says. I manage to control the movements of the knife impaled into my hand.

I grin like Satan himself and he looks confused. "When you rot in hell, make sure to save me a spot"