Clem's Fight for Survival

Chapter 6: Goodbye

Clem's POV

Luke had opened the bottle of wine and he passed it around the room for everyone to drink. I get up and start walking away.

"Clem?" Someone said.
I turn around "Yeah?"

Luke looks at me "You know you can talk to me.. Right?" He says. I just nod and walk upstairs. I go in the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. I search frantically for a full bottle of pills. I finally find a bottle and grab it. I hold it in my hand, staring at the small orange container. I put it on the counter. I take out a piece of paper and start writing the dreaded note. It isn't fun, but they deserve to know what's going on inside my head in my final moments. Kenny was right about me. I fuck everything up. I get everyone I love killed.

I finish the note and grab the bottle. I dump the entire thing into my mouth and get some water. I swallow.

I lay down in the tub. It should be like going to sleep.. Right?

Right?

*knock knock* "Clem? You've been in there for like 10 minutes. Are you okay?" *knock knock*

"Clementine.... Open up.."

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Clem?? Cmon open the door!"

*banging*

*loud crash*

"Oh my God... CLEM!"

All I see is black... I like it. I'm floating. It's like Ive traveled to space and I'm propelling through nothingness... Its peaceful. Why doesn't everyone do this?

I close my eyes, allowing myself to be engulfed by the darkness.

"Clementine?"

I furrow my brows in confusion. I shake it off and continue to fly throw the air.

"Sweet pea... Please.. Open your eyes. Look at me"

This is beginning to get creepy.. I recognize the voice.
No. I don't recognize it.
I don't recognize myself anymore.
Anything from the beginning of the apocalypse is bullshit. I was meant to die. Everyone I met doesn't matter..

"Honey please. Keep fighting. I know it's hard..."

Lee.

"Please. Just.. Open.."

I sit up, gasping for air as my eyes dart around the room. "What the hell..?" I mumble. I look next to me and see Luke. He looked pale and sickly, like it were him who took the pills. Lily and Glenn stood behind him, staring at me. Lily was  holding the note. I felt like throwing up.

So I did.

They didn't say anything. I stood up, wiped my mouth, and walked out. I took my knife and threw it down the stairs. I took the empty bottle of pills and threw it too. I threw anything I've ever used to hurt myself. I am DONE being weak... I'm done trying to say goodbye.