[My Dear Melancholy] TWD fanfic

{Momma Maggie}

Maggie is hunched over August right now, mumbling and groaning about how he won't eat his morning  snack.

"August, there is no need to be this damn picky about a granola bar."

Maggie's voice is a huff as she grabs the small little rectangle bar and puts it back away in the pantry. You can hear the floorboards creak like frogs in a nighttime swamp. I like to imagine things, daydream in somewhere im not.

August is still very quiet. He doesn't talk much, unless he's around his friends. He'll talk to me, but Maggie is someone who he isn't too keen with being around. I take a bite of my granola bar, sinking my teeth into the oats and honey coated rectangle.

"Here, eat this. If you don't like it, we don't got anything left."

Maggie says. You can tell by the tone of her voice she isn't happy with August. I kick my feet under the table, leaving my granola bar wrapper on the floor, as the wind from my feet blow it the other way.

Maggie doesn't seem to notice, that's a good thing. But I don't want to sit and eat, I want to go play with my brother and something fun. Just then I feel Maggie's presence behind me, as she runs her fingers through a knotted part of my hair, her fingers catching in the tangle.

"Ow! Maggie that hurt!"

I yelped, flailing my arm back to try and get her hand out of my hair.

"Jeez, calm down Gen. I was just about to do your hair, calm down. It was an accident."

Maggie laughed at my flying limbs and overreaction to something so small and simple as fingers in your hair. But, it hurt. Mom did that to me all the time. When I used to wake up in the mornings for school she would run her fingers through my tangles before brushing and styling my hair. Hated it.

August makes a face at the snack that Maggie put infront of him again. This time, it was a pack of some sort of kids snack. Crackers or chips maybe. I didn't really care, so I didn't pay that much attention to his snack, but August didn't like it. He didn't like a lot of things.

I feel Maggie running a brush through my hair. It glides through the ocean of brown locks as she glides it up and down, starting from my scalp to my ends. It's soothing. Much more soothing then her fingers. The brush  gets rid of all my knots , leaving my hair a little frizzy, but still ready to be put into braids and styles.

Maggie takes her finger and runs in down my middle part. I can both hear and feel her breathing. She's very dedicated to her craft of hairstyling. After she's done parting, she brushes over my hair again. Then, she takes one side and picks three sections of hair and begins to intertwine them with a pattern rhythm.

I'm almost done with my granola bar and Maggie isn't even halfway done with one of my braids. I don't understand why she puts herself through such boring and long process just to make my hair neat. It wouldn't matter to anyone. I glance over to August who is wearily inspecting his food- like it's contaminated or something.

"It's not poisonous you can eat it."

I told him, wanting to laugh at the fact he would look over each cracker carefully before slightly chewing it and swallowing.

"Shut up Genesis."

"Hey, cut it out. Don't be rude Gen, he's just picky."

Maggie chimes in. The way August says "shut up Genesis" scares me sometimes. His tone and voice change when he's mad. I didn't mean to annoy him, truly, I just wanted to remind him it's okay to eat food. Not all food is weird or bad - poisoned or whatever.

I take another bite of my granola bar. It feels weird in my mouth as I chew it. Maggie ties off my braid, curling the hairtie at the bottom and securing the style as she moves on to the other side.

I can tell people will arrive soon. I can feel it. It's so small, rural and boring out here all by ourselves. Just us. No one else. Just us. I put my head in my hand. It's so boring. Too boring. Like, so boring . I'm look down at my lap. Shoot. I've gotten crumbs all over my lap.

I brush the crumbs off my lap, off my nightgown. It was yellow and blue with a owl on it. I'm very grateful Maggie had it for me. Maggie takes away Augusts remaining snack and puts in back in the pantry.

"Okay you two, up and down to y'all. go play or somethin'"

Maggie says, kissing my forehead. She gives August a kiss too and August waits for me to get down from my seat and too our shared bedroom. The scuttle of me and Augusts feet caused louder creeping in the floorboards. I giggled.

As soon as August came in the room after me, I began to take off my necklace. It was a nice cross necklace that my Grandfather had given me a while back. I set it down in the small jewel box and August crawls onto the bed and picks up a book.

I go for the toys. I don't understand how The Greenes have all of this, but yet again I don't really mind. It's nice. I'm on my knees, paper, crayons , cloth dolls, stuffed animals. I grabbed a crayon and began to draw a replica of the photograph on the wall.

The photograph is old. It's a painting of a field , filled with Indian paintbrush flowers and in the far middle is a mother and son. I would never ever admit this to anyone, but sometimes I like to think it's my mom and August in the painting. I try my best to replicate the red flowers and green grass.

Me and August shook as we heard the front door swing open as the patter of footsteps upon the floorboards get louder and the sound of voices freaks me out. Me and August exchange looks as he stands from the bed to open the door. I follow right behind him.

All the adults, including Beth are running to the guest bedroom. Me and August exchange more confused and scared looks. My thoughts are going crazy and my heart is thumping in my chest so unbelievably loud.

"Maggie?"

I called out, my voice shaken. Beth shoves me and August back into the room.

"Give us a minute, Gen."

Beth tells us, beginning to follow the rest of the people. I see a boy. Bloodied and bleeding from the side of his chest. I gasp for air. Holy shi-

"What the hell?"

August breathes out. I physically cannot describe how I felt. My heart stopped beating, my fear increased. My hands shook by my side. I took a stumply step back. Who was that? What happened to him? I had so many questions. Too many. I stepped out into the hall and small drops of blood decorated the floor.

"Oh my god.."

August mumbled.