A War On Her World | TWD: D. Dixon

Ch. 34

"Sweetheart... don't you want to come have breakfast with your son?" The elderly woman called into the sole bedroom of the apartment she was staying in, the room where her granddaughter resided.

Rosalyn was a sweet woman, someone who shocked many when they found out just how old she was in comparison to the abundant amount of mobility she retained. She loved her farm more than anything and she loved her family more than that. So when she got the news of her grandson-in-law passing away, she did not hesitate to travel the distance to be there for her only granddaughter.

The travelling was hard on the woman, especially with her old, arthritic joints, however, she wasn't going to let that stop her from going. Not when the idea of Elizabeth being alone at this time caused her to have sleepless nights. She knew better than anyone the feeling of losing a life partner and it was almost as heart-wrenching as losing a child, both of which she was forced to endure.

The prospect of someone so young having to experience what she had, so early on in their life, was devastating. She should have had her entire life ahead of her with her husband and son, but now she only had a shadow of the past forever hanging over her head like a nightmare in wait.

In regards to Rosalyn' question, she was met with silence as a response, only causing the grandmother to worry more. She knew it was a part of the process needed in order to get on track to begin healing, but she wished there was something more she could do in the meantime.

"That's alright. We'll be just outside this door if you need us..." With nothing else to say, she gave up, letting Elizabeth know one more time that she was here for her whenever she needed.

Inside the bedroom, Benjamin's mother lay in the foetal position in a world of her own making. A place where she couldn't get up because her body felt as though it was nailed down and her mind found no encouragement. It was a place where she was safe from the outside world, but was tormented by her inner thoughts and feelings.

But let's face it, she deserved it, right?

That's how the mother felt as she made no effort to get up, she was stuck in a loop of destruction, and there was no escape. First was her parents and now her husband, the common factor was always her, so wasn't it possible for her to be the problem?

For the most part, Benjamin didn't notice the internal turmoil his mother was going through, his grandmother made sure of that. Granny Rosalyn always tried her best to keep his mind away from anything that could have upset him. She did so through games and small tasks such as retrieving ingredients for meals. But despite the constant stream of things to do and how young he was, Benjamin could sense that something was off. He didn't know exactly what was wrong, so he often found himself babbling away at Rosalyn to see Elizabeth. His logic was that everything would be okay if he could just give his mummy a kiss and a hug. That always made him feel better.

Benjamin may have only been two years old, but he could sense his mother's sadness and could only assume it had something to do with his dad not having come home. Of course, the young boy didn't actively know that his dad was gone, much less forever, but it didn't matter how young a child was. They always noticed when things changed even if it wasn't on a fully conscious level like that of an adult.

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"Mama?"

It was like Elizabeth had blinked and hours had passed in a mere moment. The sun had set and darkness filled the room from corner to corner, the only source of light being that of which filtered in from the doorway where her son stood timidly.