"She was like a new light. A new beginning. A new end." - Rick Grimes.
This story is about Bella Sinclair and her journey through the new world of the dead. A story of hope, of justice, of family and most importantly, of love. It focuses on a simil...
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"Come on, just a lil' further Ana. You've got it..."
"I'm scared I'm gonna fall."
"If you fall, I'll catch you."
"You promise?"
"If I don't, you'll only pick yourself right back up anyway."
The door slamming shut made me jolt in place as I wrapped my arms around my feeble frame, not knowing how I could protect myself from this, from him.
"I was five years old when you taught me how to ride that... horrible, chrome purple bike. You never let me fall." I remembered what was once a happy memory.
"You always did hate that thing." He murmured from behind me. "Ana," He said in his bitter, cold tone, so different from how I remembered it. He is the reason for all of this. My own flesh and blood is the cause of so much pain and death. The reality triggered me to shake uncontrollably. "Hey, Ana jus'—"
"Don't." I cried, leaning forward to rest my hands on the table between the seats, feeling the light headedness take over. "What happened to you?"
He grunted before pushing his wired bat across the wooden surface in front of me. "What happens to any of us."
I stared down at the sinisterly styled weapon, noting the tang of crimson that had dyed the precious wood. It was how he left his mark on the world. It was his power, and he relished with it.
"How many people have you killed?" I questioned, straightening my back and looking out the front of the RV at the countless Saviors watching through the window.
An eerie silence crept over us, as if we could both see where this was leading. "I wouldn't mind bettin' it was near the hundreds by now."
I lifted my head back, shutting my eyes tightly as my nails dug into my arms. "Why?"
"To save them." He responded so plainly like it was nothing.
"To save them?" I spat, turning slightly but not to look at him, only to allow him to see the disgust I held towards him. "You kill for the sake of killing, to provoke enough fear into those you want to submit. YOU... do that. An then you have the nerve to say you're saving people. What kind of deluded bullshit are you on, Negan? In what world could you ever consider your acts as justifiable?"
The shaking returned when I sighed to a finish, feeling as though the outburst had used up the remaining cylinders of energy I had.
"Sit down, Ana."
"Bella," I furrowed my brow, refusing to be called anything other than my chosen name. "My name is Bella."
"Why'd you change it?"
"Why didn't you change yours?"
"Didn't need to. I was out. I had my life, an I had nothin' creepin' up behind me, preyin' on me, waitin' for the kill."
