FORTY-NINE,
melancholy orangeTW:
mentions of sexual abuse/assault⋆
SECRETS GET YOU KILLED.
Those were some of the crucial words Glenn Rhee had told Ella, during a time before the image of his ghastly demise would loom above their scarred heads, when he had come down to his final resort of pressing the impending reality she had yet to face as her personalized version of any guaranteed truth, into her naive approach towards life.
If she was ever going to be considered a smart girl, one gifted by the talents of wit, or graced by the touch of their clever makers above, it was beginning to become evident enough, that her time had yet to come, to ever be seen as one stuck with those glorious labels. The tags of identification that could easily be taught by mere lessons of verbal speech, where beings, such as herself, spoke the lessons of intelligent tongue, cementing the truths, and valuable resources to be absorbed into her malleable brain, by her influential, surrounding forces. Lectures, morphed into concerned instruction, had become a norm for someone like her to experience — a young, hardly considerable adult, who clung to the idea of leadership, having followed their group, as if she were a lost child, from the moment her initiation to the assemble occurred.
It was no surprise, to any third person point of view who could have ever gained a front seat on board to her unorganized train of thought, for this repugnant, ignorant side of the girl to make a more so present awareness within her consciousness, during the rough trials, following the brutal evening The Saviors had gone to call their own form of an introduction.
Ultimately, to Ella's decayed state of mind, the last piece of advice Glenn had left with her, with what she had just recently discovered, it seemed as if that guidance was going to be nothing more than an addition to her forgotten directions, ones that, if listened to, would have been likely to never land her with this supposed oblivious title amongst her internal awareness.
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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒, carl grimes
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