[My Dear Melancholy] TWD fanfic

{No Hope}

Andrea, Shane and T-dog are going to bury My mom, Sophia, Annette and Shawn. They are going to burn the rest. Me and August are sitting down, across from Lori and Carl. I'm not crying anymore. My head aches with sorrow and my chest burns.

August still has an arm around me, still trying to comfort me. It doesn't truly bring me any more comfort than anyone else doing it, but at least he's trying to comfort me. Unlike everyone else.

I wiped my eyes, huddling up to August. Andrea drapes a large cover over Sophia, my mother, Annette and Shawn. It brings me a little relief, knowing I won't have to stare at the body of my mother on the floor, with a hole in her head.

I fully understand that the- thing on the floor covered right now isn't my mother. Not at all. That isn't Becca, that isn't my mom. But, she once was. I forgot how long she'd been "missing." Hershel and Jimmy lied to me and August. Lied to us for months. Why?

I sniffled, listening to Carl and Loris conversation. He says that he wanted to be the one to find Sophia- alive. Out of nowhere he admits he would've shot her too if he where in his dads position.
Weirdo. Fucking weirdo.

Dale walks past Lori and she stops him.

"Hey, dale. Can you take the kids inside?"

"Sure."

All three of us stand, me and August jogging to Dales side as he walks us in.

"Hey, you dropped that."

Rick said, plopping the sheriffs head he and Carl wore onto carls head. I held Augusts hand tighter. He held tighter into mine as well.
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Im sitting on a chair in the back of Hershel's bedroom. Maggie and Glenn are in here, along with Rick. I wasn't paying attention to when or how they all got in here. I pick at my hangnails, until my fingers start to bleed. I take my pointer finger in my mouth and suck the blood.

Now my finger stings. Probably shouldn't have done that. Beth's laying on the bed. Poor thing. She's in shock, silent and still. It's eerie, seeing how she could so from such a vibrant and loving person to this stature of a woman. It angered me. It angered me so damn much.

Maggie is at Beth's side, sitting on the edge of the bed and soothing Beth, caressing her hand and her hair. Glenn Rick and Maggie went to another room, I followed. I wouldn't want to be alone with Beth. I wasn't afraid of her, I just knew she didn't want a lot of people with her at the moment.

I sat on the bed, infront of Rick and near Shane and Maggie who where searching in the room for- who knows what. I see Lori, too. She's looking out the window. Rick began to speak.

"Your stepmothers things?"

"He was so sure she'd recover. They'd just pick up where they left off."

Maggie answered. I knew about Annette. She was as sweet as a peach, didn't have a ounce of evil in her. Unlike Shane. He was pure evil. Annette would've called him the devils advocate. I continue to pick at my hangnails.

When Shane was rummaging through a old drawer, he pulled out a drinking flask. I hadn't ever seen that. Hershel never drank, at least not to my knowledge.

"Looks like he found an old friend."

Shane tossed the flask to Rick, his eyes full of confusion as he scanned the flask.

"That belonged to my grandfather, gave it to dad when he died.."

"I didn't take Hershel for a drinker."

"No, he gave it up on the day I was born, he didn't even allow liquor in the house."

That explains a lot. I looked at Maggie, she wasn't lying. I knew Hershel never drank, I didn't know he ever did. Never took him as the kind of guy who even wanted to drink. Maybe a beer or two for a supper. Rick looked as if he was thinking real hard.