𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲; 𝐭𝐰𝐝

𝟐𝟎

Rory

I bit my lip as I sat myself to the ground, next to Glenn. I desperately needed to talk to someone, and I feel like I could trust him the most.

"I just feel so... tired. I don't know what's wrong." I pick at the grass on that was below me.

"My heads a mess, all my thoughts are jumbled into one and it's like the voices in my head are getting louder. I have so much on my plate right now. With the babies, the world. I'm scared. I'm terrified. I don't wanna end up alone Glenn." I look up to him, my cheeks were wet from my tears.

"I can't get my head on straight. I've experienced so much in the past two months it's crazy." In the past two months, my brother came back, after we all thought he was dead, I lost one of my best friends, almost fucking got exploded, a little girl got lost in the woods and almost lost my nephew from a gunshot.

"You've been very overwhelmed, you're gonna feel like that. You haven't had time to really comprehend what has happened. Because one thing happened and then right after that another happened." Glenn explained to me and I nodded my head.

"So, go through each situation, only think of that situation and tell me how you feel, or felt about it."

"Well, it really started when Rick came back. I had thought, and was told, that he was dead. Then he showed up and then my heart was finally full. Then you guys left, to go get Merle, and it all started to go down hill again. Amy got bit. Amy... Amy was one of my best friends, I didn't know her for long but I was sure that we'd be by each other forever. She was one of the first people who talked to me, I opened up so quickly to her, she helped me so much. I loved her." I furrowed my brows. I loved her. I loved Amy.

Not just as a friend, but as more. I thought the feelings I was getting in my stomach was just from laughing to hard with her, or finally being happy. But I realize that those feelings were more, and they're the same feelings I feel when I look at Daryl.

Do I love Daryl?

I can't love Daryl, I've only known him for at most two and a half months. I loved Amy, but I also talked to Amy on a daily basis.

I hate love...

"It wasn't hard to see that you and Amy had something for each other. Everyone at camp saw it, we were all waiting for you guys to." Glenn said.

"Well, that time never came." I sighed, and tried to pull my knees to my chest, the best I could.

"Yeah..."

"Then the fucking CDC. Like what the fuck was that shit. Dude was in the kitchen, telling me that my kids are gonna help restore humanity and then he tries to blow us up. What bullshit!" I throw my hands up into the air.

"And fucking not even after a week we lose Sofia, and Carl gets shot. God is against me, against all of us. Like so many bad things are happening. So many people are getting shot... god, maybe it is a good thing we took away the guns." I say, kinda sarcastic. Joking was my coping mechanism.

"Yeah, maybe." Glenn let out a laugh.

"I think I love Daryl." I slap a hand over my mouth. I didn't mean to say that, it just came out.

"What!?" Glenns eyes go wide.

"Well, like. I think I like Daryl. When I look or talk to him I get the same feelings I got with Amy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't know. Love is a confusing fucking thing and I don't understand it."

"You and me both." I give him a look.