Hannah, a twelve-year-old girl navigates through the outbreak between nightmarish flashbacks and reality, while trying to stay alive. Throughout her journey, she meets many people who soon become family, but the lingering fear of losing it all... ag...
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*Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, SA and abuse*
Grief...
A word that carries an immense weight, a burden that only those who have experienced it can truly understand. It is the profound sorrow that engulfs your soul when you lose someone you love. Grief is not just sadness; it is an overwhelming mix of emotions that consume every fiber of your being.
Grief, itself wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for Hannah, she'd experienced grief before, but this? This was different, it was much more than just grief.
Hannah had lost more than just someone... she'd lost everyone, everyone she knew, every person who'd tried to help her, every single person she'd ever cared about, was now gone and all that was left was her.
This was different. There was no familiarity with what she was feeling. It hurt more than she remembered, because this time, there was no one left for her to lean on, no one left for her to lose...
What she was feeling couldn't be boiled down to such a simple word like grief. No, this was more than that, it was like feeling everything at once, but then nothing at all.
It felt like a cold, numbing feeling pressing against her chest, that was foreign to her, as no one had ever told her that grief could hurt more than anything she'd ever felt before.
And it wasn't just physical pain, but the emotional toll was much worse. Grief wasn't a simple five-step program she could easily skip through, not when there were so many emotions piling up on her at once.
Guilt...regret...shame...Fear... a collective wave of emotions washing over her entirely.
And to say Hannah was afraid was an understatement. The one thing she'd feared the most had finally come true, she was alone, and it was all her fault. And now all that was left were the piercing memories that clouded her mind like a song stuck in her head.
As much as she tried to, the memories of everything that had happened replayed in her head, a constant reminder of what she'd done, forcing her to relive her worst moments over and over again. Yet as painful as they were, it was hard to let go of them, to move on from everything that easily.
No, this was the burden Hannah was forced to live with, the burden she'd given herself, to never forget about what she'd done...to never forget that it was all her fault.
Deep down she knew carrying that weight wasn't fair, in fact, Riley would probably scold her for even mentioning it, but Hannah couldn't help it. She couldn't help but replay those last moments in her mind over and over again, slowly becoming so attached to her that Hannah didn't know how else to cope without them. She'd forced herself into this never-ending cycle of guilt and regret, that she considered her own form of punishment.
