My Rule

Chapter 57

Brianna and I wanted to go and take a walk in the woods. We needed to get our minds off some things.

We climbed trees, raced each other, killed some walkers, and most of all, had fun.

"Betchya you can't climb that tree faster than me." She said.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked jokingly.

"You tell me when I'm at the top!" She said starting to climb the tree.

"Oh no you don't!" I said racing after her.

It was a huge tree. I swung myself up go the branches. Some snapped, causing me to trip or fall, but no major injuries. Brianna slapped my leg away and I lightly kicked her. We laughed as we struggled to get to the top.

After some stumbles and falls, we finally were able go reach the top branch of the tree. We sat on the branch and watched the sunset.

She aimed her gun at a walker and shot it smiling.

I laughed and then looked at her.

"What?" She asked.

"Its just funny. Here we all are in a shitty world, where death is on every corner, and we're laughing and having fun like it's nothing. I haven't been able to share my laughter with anyone since I was in 6th grade, almost 6 years ago. I remember just seeing little 11 year old me, coming back from school seeing my family being driven away from me, and my mother getting bit. Now, 16 year old me, having a blast with a person that I CAN call my best friend, a boyfriend who cares for me so much, and the most important thing of all. A family who cares for me and we stay together no matter what."

She smiled and draped an arm around my shoulder. "Well that's what best friends are for. And boyfriends, and family." She said.

We laughed and watched the day turn into night.

We walked home to the teens main house and I went to go to bed. I was tired. But I couldn't. There was a knocking at the door and a moan. I looked over at Brianna who was sound asleep. I didn't want to wake her, or anyone else. I strapped my boots on and got my knives. I slipped one up my sleeve just in case.

Walking out of my room I carefully walked down the steps and out to where I heard the noise. It was moving farther away into the woods. I followed it.

I stepped over fallen trees and ducked under random branches all around. It was dead silent other than the crunching of leaves I was making and the whistles of the wind.

Suddenly, I heard a branch snap from behind me. I whipped around and looked for an intruder. I was in fighting pose and looking in all directions.

What was there? I thought.

I then felt a burning sensation in my shoulder. I cried out in pain as I fell down to the ground. Looking over my shoulder I saw an arrow in it. Daryl? No it couldn't be. I angrily ripped it out and held onto my bleeding shoulder.

Rocks were thrown at me too. I tried dodging them and ran out of that area. Then a fist collided with my face, hard. I fell to the ground and cried out again. Struggling to get up I was kicked back down again. I got up and tried to see through my blurry and dizzy eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I yelled loudly like teenage boy.

Another punch came to my face. I fell back down to the ground. I rolled over and tried to crawl away. Lights were coming on from the houses.

"HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE HELP! SOMEBODY!!"

I reached out to grab the shrub and pull myself up. Once I did I was hit again.

I fall down and look up to see someone wearing all black. Surely enough, it was Enid.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"You stole everything I have, as you may know. So I'm just going to stop trying to hurt you, and do something better. I'm going to kill you." She said smiling.

She stomped on my stomach making me lose the breath I had and she slapped me in the face repeatedly. I could feel blood coming out from my nose and mouth. My ankle was hurt, my shoulder was bleeding out, and my whole body was weak.

I felt so dizzy and tired, I could barely see her. She straddled my stomach making me lose all my breath and strength.

"And to think. All you had to do was listen to me, and stay out of my way. That's all you had to do! But you didn't listen. So I'm going to end this once and for all. I will take your place of the family. I will replace you will everything I've got, and more. And most importantly, *laughs evily*, I'm going to take Carl back. And there will be nothing that you can do about it." She hissed.

I fingered the pocket knife up my sleeve. I was crying because all my strength and breath was gone. I finally got my strength, anger, and courage together.

"You will have two options. Option one, I kill you, and you go to heaven. Option two, I will kill you and you will rot with the damn walkers in hell."

I huffed a breath as she raised her knife above her head. "Any last words?" She asked.

"Yeah. *cough* You forgot option three." I breathed out.

"What?" She asked confused.

"I kill you and you go wherever God sends you." I growled as I plunged my knife into her eye. She screamed out louder than I've ever heard anyone scream before. It was terrible. I twisted it around making her squeal louder.

Blood spurred out onto my face as I kicked her off of me. She fell holding her eye.

"MY EYE MY EYE!" She screamed as I saw it fall out of her head. I almost threw up, but I had a job to do. I grabbed her by the shirt and pinned her up against the tree. She gasped and looked at me with her one good eye.

I whispered into her ear my final words to her.

"Harming someone else won't make you a better person. And I am not a good person. I never will be a good person. And you won't be either."

And with that, I stabbed her in the neck. She spat out blood and choked on it. I let her fall to the ground and backed away. I fell to my knees and fell onto my back.

I heard some sounds, and knew who they were. I laid back and smiled. My smile was full of happiness, sadness, regret, soreness, and relief. My body was slowing down, I could feel it. I still felt the thumps of the ground from the running everyone was making, and heard their pleadings screams and cries for me. Made me feel good and bad in a way.

I'm not a good person. But I'm not a bad person either. Harming another person doesn't make me better, even if they have done me wrong. That makes me worse than them. But what I did was for everyone else. Not for me alone. When people see me, they will think of a perfectly sweet girl who can't do anyone wrong. But they're wrong. I've done things that have made me affiliated with the devil himself. But that doesn't make me bad. I've done lots of good things that can be related to God, but that doesn't make me good either. The point is, no one is good or bad. Everyone has done something wrong once in their life. No one is perfect. And if you are, you surely aren't human. Which I am.

I am human. And it's been good being one.