I woke up with a sharp pain in my back. I barely noticed that there was a small mirror on the wall. I observe myself in the mirror...I havent seen myself in a long long time. My brown hair grew down to my lower back and there were dark circles around my hazel eyes because i havent slept exactly well in the last year. I can tell I have lost a few pounds too. im exactly the same height which kinda sucks but oh well...Bieng 5'5 isn't that bad right? For some reason I started to tear up...But i didnt cry.
I look in the mirror one more time, I see the boy leaning on the bars of the cell door. He looks as old as I am...Maybe a little older. I stare in the mirror "There a problem? Or you just like staring at people..." I said with some attitude that im fairly good at.
He kept staring and I turned around annoyed "Breakfast is downstairs" he said and left as silently as he arrived.
A woman named Beth came into the cell as I was about to leave. She giggles as she comes in..."Hey look you dont have to prove yourself to anyone...you know what youre capable of so dont try to be fake. Everyone can see right through it." I didnt think about myself as trying to prove anything..or at least not yet.
As I walk downstairs I feel multiple eyes staring at me... I look up and I catch his eyes..Carl's..
He glares at me and for some reason I cant help but feel uncomfortable in my own skin. "You're gunna be with Carl today, he will show you around the prison", Rick said interupting the intense staring contest we had. Carl gets up off the seat at the table...and he walks out so I follow him.
"We have different jobs for everything, you probably will work in the garden." He says as we walk on the outside of the building. He stops to look at me while I look at the zombies on the outside of the fence. "Walkers...they cant come in here dont worry" He says. Walkers? why do they call them that?
His face had total disgust on it when I looked at him..
"Do you not like me?" I sounded kinda desperate when I said it too.
He continues to glare at me... I walk away not wanting to even see his appearance. I start heading back towards the main building "I just don't know you, Trying to figure you out isnt exactly easy..'' he says, and I stop in my tracks..Im getting furious over someone I have barely met in the last 24 hours. "Well bieng a total Asshole to me doesnt make anything better for either of us" I yell and I feel the tears coming but there is no way in hell im letting him see me cry.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I walked off on Carl... Left him there stranded and I could hear him muttering some stuff under his breath. I didnt care all I wanted to do was just get back to my cell. I passed Beth on my way upstairs "Hey are you ok?" she said looking right into my eyes.. "Im fine" and I continue to walk towards my room.
As I begin to close my eyes drifting into a sleep I hear something shuffling outside my cell, and out of instinct I get up and take the knife out of my holder..
"Woah there" and to my surprise its Carl. I look at him dead in the eyes "What the hell do you want?" I spat. "Look im sorry about earlier" as he leans against the wall he sighs "The reason im like this is because I dont know you...And im sorry". And he looks down at his shoes...
I cant help but feel the need to accept his apology.. So I did..
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Fighting Death { Carl Grimes Love Story/The Walking Dead }
Teen FictionIf Your Not Walking Alive..... Then Your Just Walking Dead