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24
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I REACHED OUT FOR THE WARMTH BUT ONLY FELT AN EMPTY PRESENCE. I sighed and got up from the wrinkled bed. The bed sheets were stained with the tears and blood that I had shed from that night. I stretched out my arms and rubbed my eyes. I saw the cloudy sky dimly lit the white room. I moved my tired limbs and walked out of the room. Denise saw me and sighed.

"You're finally up. Had a good night's sleep?" She asked. I glared at her and sat at the table. She got up and checked my body for any cuts or bruises that could be infected.

"Well, looks like your clean. Except for that lovely cut on your face." She grabbed some disinfectant and spritzed some on my face.

"Geez, thanks for telling me when," I said. She didn't reply. She took off her gloves and sighed.

"You're good, you can go." She said. I got up and left the building. She was a bit bitchy. I walked out and everyone kept on staring at me. What the hell? I kept on walking, avoiding their glances. I made it to Jessie's house and sighed. The courage to walk into that house was hard to get. The pain would flood back to me, but I had to see what was in there. I slowly opened the door and the pungent smell of death hit my senses. I held my breath and walked upstairs. I made it to Ron's room and stopped. My hand hesitated from the door handle and I swallowed. I turned the knob and opened the door. Everything was the same. Nothing had changed the day before. I looked around and remembered the memories from the room.

I looked around in the drawers, to look for anything that was a memory of us. I Closed one of the drawers and a piece of paper flew out. I grabbed it and was about to throw it away when I saw my name on it. I looked at it and it was an envelope. The words "Just in case" on the bottom of the white pigment. I opened the envelope and saw the paper.

Dear Quinn,

                  If you are reading this, that means I'm gone. Whatever happened to me, don't dwell on it. I don't say that a lot but it's the truth. I want you to remember that it wasn't your fault, you did nothing wrong. Unless you tried to kill me. Tell Jessie not to worry about how I feel, I'll be okay. And tell Sam to stay strong, don't let the other kids get to him. They're just kids, they can't do anything to hurt you. Tell Enid that she can make it through this world with or without me. I need you to let go. You can't hold on to me forever. I love you, and this isn't goodbye. Just simply see you later.

-Ron.

Tears hit the paper as I wiped them away from my red, puffy face. I folded the paper and slipped it into my pocket. I looked back at the room and realized that this will be the last time I will look at that room because I will never be able to go back in there without the thought of them popping up in my head and breaking my heart. I closed the door behind me and walked downstairs. I took one last look inside and smiled. Ron was right, I have to let go. I walked out of the house and closed the door, as a reminder that this is the end of an era, and new beginnings come ahead. I looked back at the house, as I imagined them all waving me away. As a final goodbye.

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I looked at my new room and smiled. I had moved in with Rick since I was considered family to him now, which was kinda weird but I didn't question it. It was right across from Carl's and it was built for me. The size of the room, the wallpaper, everything about the room was right. I heard a knock on my door and turned around to see Michonne. Well, this is gonna be awkward...

"Hey." She said as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Hey.." I said. The tension in the room was so thick that I could cut it with a butter knife.

"I hope you're not mad at me." Michonne said.

"Mad? Why would I be mad? You were just doing what was right." I said.

"But, you loved him." She said.

"If I really loved him, I would let him go, and I did." I said as I placed some of my clothes in my drawer.

"I just wanted to say that I am sorry." She said. I clutched my clothes in my hand and sighed.

"Its okay Michonne, you didn't do anything wrong. You just wanted to keep everyone safe." I said as I walked past her. If I stayed in that room a little bit longer,I think I would've exploded on her, which I didn't want to do.

"Hey." Rick said as he took a sip of coffee. I stopped and turned towards him.

"Hey Rick, looking sharp." I said. "Have you seen Carl?" I asked.

"Last time I saw him, he was hanging out with that girl Enid." He said.

"Oh okay, thanks," I said as I walked out the door. I walked around, looking for Carl. I wanted to know how he was doing. I ran around looking and I spotted them. I was about to say something, but then I saw him holding hands with her. My heart stung with the pain of jealousy. I stepped away before they could notice me. Ron was right, they were more than friends. I walked away and went back to the house. I walked back in and Rick looked surprised to see me.

"Back so soon?" He said. I didn't say anything and stomped upstairs. I walked to my room and slammed the door. I sighed and began to tear of every sheet of bedding.

"Stupid, naive, useless, no good, freeloader, BITCH." I threw a pillow toward my shelf and it made a thumping sound. I sat by my bed not wanting to think at all. I knew something like this was going to happen. That's what always happens to me. Nothing good in my life stays long, not for me. A knock came from my door.

"Go away," I said, as I held in the tears.

"I just want to make sure everything is okay." Michonne said as she opened the door. She walked in and saw the mess.

"What happened?" She asked. My lip trembled as I got up.

"I'm so naive," I said as I came to her and hugged her. She hesitated but then eased into the hug.

"Im sorry for acting that way towards you." I said.

"I-I understand." She said.

"Why can't anything good stay in my life." I said. She smoothed out my shirt and took deep breaths with me, which to me were therapeutic. I think I need therapy.