Family

Dead already

Starr was sitting on a sofa with her head down. Wondering what she did wrong, where she went wrong.

They think I'm a monster just because my arm is different because I've survived on my own.

She felt wet, her insides wanted to explode. She didn't understand the feeling. Her eyes started spitting rain. Every reason she thought of why they would hate her made a new raindrop. She wiped her eyes as often as she needed to. She wanted it all to stop, her head, raindrops, everything. Her hand was pressed up against her eyes hoping that it would make it stop.

Am I really that different from everybody that a wooden arm makes me a monster?
But I survived, I survived being bitten.

Her depressive thought stopped when she heard a door opening. Her head jolted in that direction. She was still crying her eyes swelling up with each second, it hurt to look around but she at to, to make sure no one saw her.

Her eyes widened as much as they could when she heard someone grunt. Her mouth was slightly open while her eyes relaxed. It was Daryl. Even though it was still a person she didn't have a problem with Daryl being there, he's like the guy who would not care at all if someone was sad or mad or anything. He was just kinda there.

He didn't notice her when he walked to the kitchen. Probably to get something to drink, or eat. She turned back to the table, she was confused but there was something funny about how determined he was to get something to drink or eat. She didn't understand it she didn't understand any of these feelings she hadn't felt them a lot, especially the happy or funny feelings.

Her eyes were still watering, but not as much as they used to. It's like you're used to something for a moment, then you remember it's there. Her eyes were all around the room to try and think about something else. It was getting harder to breathe.

"Ya good," a raspy voice asked. The girl froze unsure if he was talking to her or someone else in the room. She looked to the side, where he wasn't. And saw no one. She got even more confused, considering he know everyone hates her.

The man looked around unsure what to do. He sighed, annoyed he needed to do everything, even things he didn't know how. He was looking at her, wondering what might be wrong. When he sat down he caught the glaze. He notice how red her face was, her swollen eyes, and her open mouth trying to breathe non-existent air.

"Uhm, Ya good? trouble breathin'?" he asked, looking down at her hoping a little joke could make her laugh. But it just made her breathing worse. Now knowing that he didn't help and made things worse made him panic. looking around hoping to find someone who could help him, since he had no idea what he was doing. but still, there was no magical human in sight.

Starr's breathing wasn't getting better and each passing moment was a waste of time.

He's terrible at this

But she decided to give him some credit so she turned her head toward where he was. She got shocked for a moment considering how close he was to her, she thought he was at least 2 or 3 feet away or even standing, but he was right next to her, looking around at what the hell he should do.

"How about ya breathe but deep breaths?" He said unsure. Looking at the girl confused. But more tears streamed down her face. Now realizing that she can barely breathe, it was more of a wheeze than a breath. The old man panicked even more he looked around frantically to find something or someone but again no one.

"Try breathin' deeply," he said confused but more sure than before. He looked at the girl with hope while she just looked at him worried. She started breathing deeply, it only took a couple of seconds to get her to breathe a little better, but she still cried. Before it was just a couple of tears but now it was slowly turning into a sobbing session.