Chapter 29

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When I woke up the next day I was moving. My eyelids immediately become heavy as soon as I opened them the slightest bit, so I quickly shut them. I waited a moment before opening them again only to be blinded by the bright sun shining through a car window.

Wait what? A car?

I found myself slowly sitting up and rubbing my eyes before slowly looking around.

"Where are we?" I groaned and a yawn escaped me.

I looked up front to see Abraham driving the car with Rosita next to him. Abraham looked at me in the eye through the mirror before focusing back on the road.

"You are such an asshole Abraham, the kid just asked a question," Tara said from next to me. Abraham just rolled his eyes as Tara looked at me. "We left the school. Everyone else are in the other cars."

I was shocked. "W-we left?" I asked with a confused tone. "But all the men were dead, we killed them all. A-and what about my mom? She can't recover on the road!"

Tara looked at Rosita, earning a look of sadness. "Em.....we aren't sure she is going to recover. And we left just to be safe so-"

I interrupted her. "What do you mean you don't think she is gonna recover?!" I yelled.

"Emmie, calm down. I don't-"

"My mom is going to be fine! She is going to recover and be back to normal soon!" I screamed in Taras face.

"Em, you just have to accept the fact that she might not recover from this!" Tara replied sternly.

"How the hell could you say that?!" I wasn't crying this time. It was all pure rage. "She is your best friend and you are just giving up on her!"

Her face showed pure shock. "That's not-"

"Just shut up! Just shut the hell up!" I turned my back to her and tried to open the door of the moving car. "Let me out!" I started pulling on the handle bar. "Unlock the door! Unlock the fucking door!" Nobody responded so I reached over Abrahams shoulder and unlocked the door myself. f

"Emerson don't you dare!" Tara shouted as I opened the car door and jumped out. Once I hit the cement of the road, I rolled for a few feet before stopping. I have to admit, that was a stupid idea. I felt a warm liquid roll down my face. I pressed my fingers to my head and saw blood.

Great, just great.

All the car stopped and people rushed out. My shoulders were grabbed as dad dropped down next to me. "Are you crazy? What the hell were you thinking?!" He asked sternly. "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

I looked around at everyone staring at me. Dad looked at them also and they realized that they should probably leave. When he turned back to me, I quickly looked at the ground. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I am starting to become scared of myself."

"You don't need to be scared of yourself. But.....why did you jump out of that car?" He asked.

I glanced at Tara who was staring at me, causing her to quickly turn away. "Tara said.....Tara said.....she said......" I took in a deep breath. "Tara said that mom isn't gonna live, that she won't recover."

He looked at the road and played with a piece of gravel between his fingers. "Hey, they might not be sure if she will live, but I am. I know that she will be okay."

"Me too," I replied. He kissed my head before getting up and going over to Rick. I sighed and waited on the road for a minute before standing up I went over to the car that mom was laying in, and I opened the door and sat down next to her.

"Mom? Everyone but me and daddy thinks that you are gonna die. Well at least it seems like everyone. I'm not giving up on you. I swear I won't ever give up on you." I sat next to her for a while, just staring at the floor of the car. I couldn't see out the windows because we closed the windows with shirts hanging down so the walkers can't see in at night.

I heard the door open behind me but I didn't bother to look. The person pulled me onto their lap and held me close. I then decided to look and see who it was.

"Hey squirt," Tara said with a small smile.

"Hi," I replied flatly.

"I'm sorry-" We both said at the same time.

"You first," Tara told me and I nodded.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Maybe you are right about-" She stopped me.

"No, I was wrong. She will live." Tara looked at me in the eye and I hugged her.

A small cry left my mouth. "I just don't want to lose another mom," I told her and she rubbed my back.

I sat up again when Tara started to talk. "Maggs, we need you, all of us. So wake up soon, okay?" I smiled up at her and she got up and opened the door. "I'll be right back, you stay in here." The tone of her voice had a bit of worry in is as she left.

A puzzled look was glued to my face but I quickly shrugged it off. I was talking to mom when I heard the door open again and a hand went over my mouth. The person dragged me from the car, shutting the door in the process. I was the dragged under the car when I saw it was Tara who grabbed me.

Then I heard unfamiliar voices and gunshots. "What is happening? What about mom?" I asked in a quiet whisper.

"Lots of men, more than we can handle are about to pass through. Your mom will be fine, they can't see through the windows."

The voices became closer and I pressed closer to Tara. She put a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. I looked across the road to where dad was laying under a car as well. He nodded, trying to tell me that it would be okay.

I grabbed Tara's hand and squeezed it as tight as I could as we waited. When the voices stopped, RIck motioned for us all to stay down while he checked. When he climbed out for under the car, I closed my eyes tight, expecting the worst.

It was quiet for a moment. "Alright, you can come out now."

I climbed out from under the car quickly and ran over to dad, wrapping my arms around his waist. "It's okay Em, they're gone now."

All of a sudden there was a pounding on the window of the car that mom was in. Fear instantly filled me. The pounding continued and made me cringe. There was a groan that came from the car and I felt a tear slip down my face.

"Is she?" I cried and fell to the ground in tears.

A/N
So is Maggie a walker or alive?? Sorry this chap sucks guys it's just I'm going through some tough shit right now and I'm depressed.

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