The Scars On Our Hearts (Glenn Rhee) *Completed*

Chapter 36

*Emmie's POV*

I was bored out of my mind, I couldn't do anything but sit all day, and the people on the run still haven't gotten back yet.

I was sitting in a chair by the window that looked out on the front yard, throwing a tennis ball to the wall across from me so it would bounce back.

"Daddy, when are they gonna be back? This house feels so empty," I asked.

"Yeah just like your brain," Dylan joked from next to me. Even though I knew he was joking, I still fought back.

"Misfit," I said.

"Nuisance," he spat back.

"Asshole," I said and he flicked me in the face so I lightly slapped him.

"Ow!" He yelled and we started to fight.

Dad ran over and pulled us apart. "Hey! Calm yourselfs. Is it really that hard for you two to get along?"

"With him everything's impossible," I laughed earning a stern look from dad. "Ok sorry."
Voices from outside quickly drew my attention to the window. "Rick and the others are back!" I yelled out. Carefully, I got on my good leg and hopped over to the door, hiding behind it.

As soon as it opened I jumped onto Daryl using my good leg. I was on his back so I covered his eyes. "Did you bring me some medicine?" I asked.

"Yeah we-" he stopped when he noticed I was awake. "Emmie!"

"Hi Daryl," I laughed and played with the wire on his crossbow.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Tara. "Do I get a hug, or is it just Daryl?"

"Tara!" I squealed and she took me from Daryl's back and hugged me.

"What the hell happened to you Em? We all thought you were dead!" Tara asked and everyone looked at me.

"Long story short, my ankle is broken and I'm not dead," I replied, earning a bunch of confused looks. "I'll tell you the full story later, but Daryl, Tara, and Daddy will all have fun carrying me around till it gets better!"

"What?! I would rather carry my dead squirrels!" Daryl joked and I stuck my tounge out at him. "Just kidding." He held his hands up in surrender.

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I was back in the chair by the windowsill that night looking around the room at everyone. Rick, Daryl, Tyreese, and Sasha were deciding on where to go tomorrow considering we were only gonna stay in this house for the night. I looked over in the comer of the living room at mom and dad who were playing with Mia and Harper, then I watched Dylan, Carl, and Elena playing cards. Rosita and Abraham were in the kitchen talking quietly, and everyone else was asleep.

I sighed and leaned the side of my head on the window when I noticed someone sit down across from me.

"Hey," Tara said and I turned my head to look at her. "Why are you so down?"

I looked down at the floor for a moment before looking at Tara in the eyes. "I just.....I feel so small in this world now, like I can't do anything."

"Oh come on you-" she started but I kept going.

"I don't need you to tell me I'm wrong because I'm not. Every safe placed we've had or hoped for are gone. They are dangled down over our heads just out of our reach and when we finally reach it, it never lasts long," I said and tucked one knee to my chest, keeping the other hurt leg elevated. "I just really want to make something of this horrible world. We had to learn about all these people in history class that made an impact on the world, who did something with their lives, who had a story to tell! All my story is is me fighting to stay alive everyday by killing dead people that aren't completely dead!" I sighed and watched everyone in the room for a moment. "I used to tell my daddy everyday before he went to work that I want to be a pizza delivery person just like him, and I can't even do that anymore. It doesn't even matter if I do the most heroic thing possible cause that story won't be told because there is practically nobody left to listen to it. I just.....I just never imagined growing up like this." I gazed up at Tara to see she had a smile on her face. "What?"

"Em, you don't have to have your story told. It doesn't matter if one person hears or a million people hear because it still happened. So if that's what you wanna do, if you want to do something with your life in this shitty world then do it," she said, making a smile spread across my face also. "Just look at your parents, they made something out of this. They used this world to find love and have tons of babies." We sat for a second in silence before bursting out laughing.

"Yeah let's hope there's they are done with those," I laughed. "Tara?"

"Hm?"

I leaned forward and hugged her. "Thank you."

"Of course kiddo," she replied and hugged back. "You should get to sleep, it's like..." She looked at her wrist that had no watch on it. Fail. "It's like.....really late so you need to go to sleep." I laughed as she got up and walked away.

A coupled minutes later dad came over. "Everyone's going to bed so come on." He reached down and picked me up. When we got into the bedroom he put me down on the bed and went over to his bag.

"Where's mom?" I asked.

"She's putting Mia to bed and getting Harper ready for bed," he replied and got under the blankets with me.

I rested my head on one of the pillows and thought about what Tara said. "Daddy?"

"What's up?"

"I.....I want to actually do something with my life even though we are in this sucky world. I want to be remembered. I want to make a safe place or find one. I want to live," I said to him.

"I don't think there's any safe places left, Em. I don't think that making one is an option either," daddy replied.

I frowned and started to feel discouraged by what he said. After giving a little nod I turned over to face the wall.

"Emerson?"

I turned back over and looked at him. "If you really want to do that, then do it, make it happen. Don't ever let anyone tell you that your goals or dreams or whatever you want to call them aren't possible. Not even me. They can be possible if you make them." I smiled at that. "Come here." I scooted over and snuggled into his side. "Love you Em."

"Love you."

A/N
Just a filler chapter so I tried to put in a couple cute moments but I don't know if they worked though. Hope you enjoyed!!