Your Not Alone

Chapter 22- filler.

Carl and I walk back to the house, where doctor Peterson is looking at Tara.

"Is she gonna be alright?" Rick asks him.

"Well she has a major concussion, and she might've broken a rib, from what I can see from the bruising it's a pretty good chance." He announced.

Rick thanked the doctor and showed him out.

"Deanna is having a funeral for Aiden, wants me to speak." I say sitting on the couch.

"Well are you gonna?" Daryl asks.

"Yes, I am. She lost her son it's the least I can do." I say.

"Well that's mighty kind of you" Rick smiles.

Carl and I slowly make our way upstairs.

I plop down on my bed, Only thing Is I can't sleep, not after Noah.

I begin to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Carl asks as he puts his arm around my shoulder.

"N-Noah, I let him go Carl. I killed Noah! me! I let him go" I sob.

"Evan killed Noah. You can't blame yourself for this." he tries but it doesn't help me at all

I lay down on the bed and looked up to the ceiling, Carl
Joins me.

"Noah's with his family now. he's safe." Carl says as he rubs circles throughout my hair.

"Yeah" I whispered.

Then I slowly fell asleep in Carl's arms, just thinking about what I was gonna say tomorrow at the funeral. Was I going to mention Noah? Was I gonna call Evan out? I don't know anymore...