Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 10

Y/N Pov :

You wake up, on the same woods than last time, when you met your father again. You get up, trying to spot him. You do a full 360 spin on yourself : nobody. This time, the whole place is quiet. Not a single noise can be heard. You start to walk on the forest path, awkward at the idea of your father, maybe hiding behind this bush, or this tree, watching and stalking you. After a few minutes of walking, you find a beach. You stop, surprised by the sight of it. You never been to a beach before. A few rocks at each extremities of the beach, where huge waves are crashing on. A shit load of sand, with footprints on it. You look on the direction where the person walked, and you see a woman, dressed in white, her back façing you, as 100 ft of you. As soon as you put your foot on the sand, the woman turned around.

She had long Y/M/H/C hair, and the same Y/E/C as you. She started to walk towards you, and you realized something. It was your mother. You only saw her on photos, but this time something inside you made you realize who she really was. She stopped in front of you, and smiled.

- Hi, sweetie.

- M-mom ?

- That's right. It's such a shame that I never had the chance to know you. You're such a awesome son ! Look how tall you are !

- You're still taller than me.

- Pfff... wait until 3 or 4 years, and we'll see.

- I'd be dead by now.

Your mother frowned, before putting her hands on your shoulders.

- Never, ever, say something like that. You're someone very courageous. Look what you did, and you're just 10 years old !

- Almost 11.

- Yeah... the point is, that you survived when many people couldn't, even adults. You killed your own father when you had to.

You downed your head, ashamed by what she had just said.

- Hey... I don't blame you. He wasn't that kind-hearted guy I met in that bar and who offered me a Mojito. Not anymore. He would have killed you. You put him out of his misery. Now he is finally resting and won't hurt anyone else.

- I'm so sorry...

- For what ?

- You died because of me.

- No. That's what your father told you, but it's not. I already knew that I had blood coagulation problems, and so many doctors told me that it was a dangerous pregnancy. They asked me if I wanted to abort of you, but I refused. I alredy loved you so much. I wanted you. Your father, of course, knew all of that, because we talked about this a lot. He blamed you because he felt guilty and responsible for my death, and didn't want to add that to his pain of losing me.

- Why ?

- You'll know when you'll be older.

- Ok...

- Now, son, it's time to go. I'm happy that I had the chance to see you.

- Me too... I love you, mom.

- Love you too.

She put her fingers over your right eyelid, and closed it.

You wake up, a huge diffuse pain in your shoulder. You take a look at it, and it's heavily bandaged. You can't really move it. You rest on your left arm, and take a look around you. You're in a bed. You get up, a little tired from all the blood lost. From all you know, there's an artery in the shoulder. Luckily, it didn't get touched, otherwise you'd be dead. You spot your bat, your shotgun, your pistol and your knife, all gathered in the left corner of the room near your backpack. You equip your holster on your right thigh, your knife in you belt passants, and the shotgun in your back. You're probably not gonna be able to fully re-use it for a while, being right-handed. Same applies for your bat, your pistol and your backpack. You can only rely on your knife for now. As you were about to open the door to step out of the room, you notice a note pinned on it.