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𝚡𝚒𝚡; 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃
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ANKA
My eyes remained locked with round small circle that remained intact with her forehead. A small trail of red vibrant blood rolling down along her nose bridge. The beautiful smile that use to be placed on her pink lips hung low and open, an expression of death on her face. A lifeless corpse of someone I considered a friend, a family. I've been sitting here for approximately an hour with Michonne. I had run out of tears to cry, my sobbing was as quiet as the dawn.

Losing people back and forth is a pain that will never disappear. Some people find it in them to endure it, to distract themselves from the heartache. In the end, the pain that comes with death is involuntary. Cant be helped, won't be helped, leaving you to suffer in this lake of sadness.

I hesitantly stood to my feet, looking down at Michonne who clutched on tightly to Andreas hand. I huffed out a loud sigh, wiping away the tear traces that were left on my cheeks. I pull the door, locking eyes with the one and only Rick Grimes. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt the need to puke, but I was afraid that I'd puke out my intestines. I glanced back at Andreas dead corpse, Michonne rolling her palm softly on her face, caressing the dead girl with a bullet wound in the head. I look at the body in front of the chair. It was Milton. You could see the knife puncture in his abdomen, letting him bleed out until he was sucked off his last breath.

My eyes rolled up from his body to the familiar chair. It was the same one I'd been tied to before. They'd alternate between the chair and a table. The chair was to torture and abuse me, the table was to rip me of my innocence, to take my pride away from being a women. I shivered, my thoughts instantly flashing back to those mementoes. The dreadful memories. The sound of his laughter while he the jingling of his belt being torn of from his waist. His cold fingers scratching against the nude body, his gross lustful eyes imagining the torturous deeds he was going to perform. I barely noticed the people around me, questioning me. I was so stuck in thought I didn't hear them, I could still only hear the reoccurring memories. I then felt a small shake of my shoulders, causing me to lift my head. It was Tyreese. "Anka! Are you alright?"

"Huh— oh... uh, y-yeah. I'm fine." I lied, nodding my head. I place my hand on top of Tyreeses, gently sliding it off of my shoulder. I cough, a horrendous pukish feeling scratching at my throat. I could stand being in here any longer. I wanted to leave, but I feet were glued to the ground, and so were my eyes. I can hear Tyreese talking to me, but I couldn't comprehend the words spoken. It didn't sound like english, it doesn't really matter, I wasn't paying much attention anyways. I was too lost in thought. Once again, he calls out for me, pulling my out of my trance, sweat dripping down from my temple. I can feel the tremors in my ands shake violently, trying to suppress the clear harsh movements it was making. "Huh? What is it?"