War of hearts Ruelle
An aching feeling spread all over the girls back, the feeling of being stabbed repeatedly made her whince. Her body longed for her to just lay down, to sleep let everything fade away. Though Kendra knew she couldn't, because as the sun started to set the moon began to show sending chills up the girls spine as the growls from walkers filled the forest trees, filled the void of silence that the earry space gave off.
Forcing herself off the ground Kendras back rested against the tree trunk. Her knife in hand, pushing her hand against her lips Kendra let out a whimper her back feeling like millions of pins were stabbing her in the back.
Pushing herself off the tree Kendra started the way she had been going, the way she hoped was correct. Using the trees as a cane of sorts Kendra began to push herself further, to move faster, to work harder to get back. Her life and Daryls was at stake if she didn't.
Her heart beat in her ears, anything that seemed to move set her into a fight or flight type sense. Letting out a shaky breath, the Walsh girl forced herself to move the feeling of being light headed welcomed itself back to her, the black spots fading and returning in her vision made her feel nauseous.
Her body froze her head leaned against the tree, her body ached with pain, begging for even the slightest bit of relief. Though she wasn't lucky enough to be granted the relief.
"Kenny" a voice whispered. Ever so quietly, if Kendra was breathing any heavier she would've missed it. Looking around Kendra felt faint, the distant outline of her mother leaned against a tree. Her features as bright as ever, and the warmth her eyes granted seemed to burn even warmer. The smile on her face welcoming the girl like a warm blanket.
"You've come so far" Eleanor breathed out, looking Kendra up and down a she neared the girl a smile on her face, "Much to far to give up" she added, stepping closer to the girl who smiled setting her hand on the girls cheek, her eyes glistening at the girls fetures.
"So fight" Eleanor finished, Kendra blinked rapidly, letting out a yelp as a mouth full of teeth snapped at her face, barley missing her skin. Breathing heavily Kendra raised her leg kicking the walker in the stomach sending it backwards. Driving the knife though the walkers skull Kendra ran a shaky hand through her hair. She hated it. She hated how she seen her mother, she hated being alone, she hated it so very much. So much she found herself missing the one person she had sworn to hate.
Pushing herself from the tree Kendra let out a shaky sigh, gripping the knife tighter to were her knuckles turned a white. To the point of pain, to the point Kendra felt as if her hand would explode from the amount of pressure she had on it.
The sun peeked over the horizon, awaking the world. The dead world. The rays warmed the girls cold pale skin, gave her the sense of feeling she wasn't alone.
°•°•°
Perhaps the longing sense of safety, and freedom would never return perhaps, the feeling she had only felt a few times was mearly a peice of a genie, telling her she had used up all three of her wishes.
Because if she had anymore wishes they would've worked, because the words i wish replayed nonstop in the girls head, continuing as if the words would magically start everything over, send her back to the farm so she never left with Daryl. He was probably dead, and Kendra was beating herself up over it because if she would've payed more attention she'd be back by now, and she would've already gotten him help and he'd be fine.
She'd be fine. Though maybe her father was right about one of two things, Kendra was no warrior, warriors only simply live in books, and in wars, while Kendra was never gonna b that, because she had no reason to be a warrior, she had no one to truly fight for. Though Shane was right about one part, Kendras heart was far to big for her own good.
Her heart was larger than her body, she would jump Infront of a train if it ment she could save someone. She would take a bullet to the chest for someone she truly did love, and she'd do it one hundred times if she truly had to. Because that's how Kendra was, she'd do anything and everything, she is the opposite of selfish, she doesn't want anything for herself, she doesn't want to be the one still standing if she was at gun point, she'd want the other person beside her to live, even if they were a stranger. Kendra was the most selfless person you'd ever meet, because it was in her blood.
In a simple look, a bat of the eye, Kendra looked like she was drug through the dirt like she had been through hell and back which she truly had been. Or perhaps she'd look like a crazy person, a loose braid, blood all over her clothes and a knife in her hand that never left. Her grip only tightening on it.
She wasnt a fragment from hell, because she simply was in hell.
