Let me go (twd/ daryl's daughter)

21~ New scars

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Emerson had finally composed herself and got out of the shower.

She was stood in front of the large mirror, a hairbrush in hand and fluffy pyjamas on. She had never felt something so soft in her life.

Her glossy eyes were slightly red around the edges, looking as though she would finally break at one small nudge.

Her hand ached as she continuously brushed through her hair, clumps of knots were scattered all throughout it.

After what felt like eternity, she was finished.

She could once again see the soft freckles that danced across her nose, her pale skin was cleared of any unwanted grime.

By the end, she looked the same, only cleaner. No hints that she had ever been crying at all.

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Emerson was walking down the hall towards the rec room. She could hear Carl and Sophia laughing on the other side of the door.

She had grabbed her notebook from her backpack before leaving the room. The rough edges of the book poked at her sides.

She had hidden it, along with a pen, in her waistband. She didn't need anyone questioning what she had wrote in there. Then there was her knife; also hidden.

Just incase.

She opened the door a small amount, just enough so she could slip inside without drawing lots of attention to herself.

Carol was reading a book on one of the couches, occasionally glancing up at Carl and Sophia who were playing a game of monopoly.

"Emerson, come play with us" Carl waved her over.

"No thanks" She declined, making her way towards the back of the room.

She slid her body down in the small gap between the wall and couch. It was a little crammed, but she could fit comfortably enough.

Her hands pulled at her notebook and pen, slipping them out of her waistband and onto her lap. She peeled open the book, her fingers stroking across the first page dismissively before settling on the second.

She popped off the lid of her pen quietly and began writing.

Something 2010.
It's now day 64 since the world went to shit.
Day 6 with the group....

She wrote about nothing in particular.

Only her thoughts.

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A couple sentences later, the squeaky door of the rec room opening caused Emerson to peek her head out of her hiding spot.

"Any good books?" Lori wandered in, a wine glass sitting in her hand.

"Uh-huh" Carol closes her book, "Enough to keep us busy for years"

"All right" Lori chuckles.

"Come on, kids, it's bedtime" Carol calls out, receiving sounds of protest from Carl and Sophia.