Pretty Poison (Carl Grimes x Reader)

The Red Means I Love You

Veronica's POV

I didn't care where I went.

I wouldn't go back to Alexandria or The Sanctuary.

I drove and drove and drove.

My surroundings became more and more familiar.

 I passed by the grocery store my dad used to go to when we went shopping.

I passed by the park I used to meet up with Carl at.

I finally spotted my school. 

I pulled in and turned off my bike. 

The school had vines growing and the windows were dirty but not broken. I walked up and opened the door carefully just incase walkers were inside.

The inside was different from the outside. Everything was exactly how it was when I left. Everything looked untouched. I drew gun and quietly walked down the hallway checking every room for walkers. I was at the final room. My old classroom.

I walked in. I took my bat out from behind my back set it near the door and grabbed my knife Everything had dust on it. The chairs were still tucked in. I heard a sound coming from the storage closet door. I opened the door and a walker came rushing at me. It grabbed a hold on my shoulders and made me fall. The walker was on top of me. I tried to push it off but it was too strong. 

I quickly realize that it wasn't just any walker but my teacher. She had died in the storage closet, alone. 

I had dropped my knife and gun on the floor when she tackled me. They had slid half way across the room. I was fucked. Her face started to get closer and closer, her rotted mouth opening and closing every few seconds. I used my forearm to her chest trying to create some distance. It was no use.  My arm started to get tired and I cried. 

I was going to die because I didn't want 

the person who was there since the beginning

the person I could always turn to 

the person who was always there for me

the person who always cared

the person who mattered

to die without knowing 

that I still cared

that I never replaced him

that I missed him every day

that I love him

that he was and forever will be 

not only

my best friend

but

much more

She didn't deserve to die how she did, she was always a nice person, she always had a smile on her face, and now she was going to kill me. I wanted to give up. I wanted it to be over, the constant nightmare of waking up to a world where the dead roam and kill the living. I wanted to forget everything had done, all the people I helped kill, all the communities I helped to destroy. I didn't want to be a phsyco anymore I didn't want to kill, lie , or steal, and I didn't want to be like my father. I couldn't stop the tears flooding from my eyes nor my teacher.