rosemary || c.r

part eleven

the dim rain outside woke me up slowly. chandler snored peacefully next to me, i looked out the window next to me and sure enough it was storming. cool.

i got out of bed and checked if chandler was bleeding more, he wasn't so i went into the kitchen. i poured myself a bowl of milk and cereal and ate some while i watched TV. he doesnt have service so im watching dvd disks.

tom and jerry ran around trying to kill each other. i smiled at the tv slightly and finished my cereal. i put it in the sink and went into the bedroom. hes still sleeping, and its already like 11.

"chandler? wake up," i whispered near him. he didnt move.

"chandler?" i asked again, panic in my voice. "wake up!" i shook him. "wake up chandler!" i yelled again. "wake up, wake up, wake up!" i repeated violently shaking him.

(lmao how ironic? those of you that watch twd you know what im talking about)

he still hasn't moved, i check for a pulse and there was one slightly keeping him alive. i sat beside the bed with tears forcing their way out of my eyes. i pulled my knees to my chest and waited for who knows what.

he could be dying, and i cant do anything. i cant call 911 in fear of them searching the yard and or they are already looking for him for other murders. i cant drawl attention to us.

but what if he dies? i cant just not do anything. i elevate myself and walk straight into the living room, on the ground was adam, a bullet through his chest.

"you son of a bitch," i growled at his lifeless body. i took a deep breath before pulling his body out into the yard, dragging it inch by inch to the shed.

i opened the door and threw the body down, and i climbed down the stairs after. once i was down i flicked on the lights and saw hopeless faces.

i dragged him once more into the center of the row. they all looked at me with confusion before i spoke. "breakfast time," i spat and climbed up and out of the shed. i locked the door tight and leaned against it.

i better clean the living room...just in case. you never know who will show up here. i jogged back to the house and opened the back door and entered the house.

i looked under the sink for cleaning supplies and found a whole lot. i grabbed the mean green, wipes, sponges, a bucket of water and an extra carpet from one of the bedrooms.

i scrubbed the floor until my fingers ached. i got most of it up but it left a nasty stain. the red mark on the wood floors looked ugly, i quickly took the big rug and placed it over the stain and it was like nothing happened.

i was drenched in rain, sweat and some blood so i hopped in the shower for the first time in days. it felt nice to have warm water against my back, but i finished quickly to see if chandler was okay.

i wrapped myself in a towel and went into the room. i decided to wear a big sweatshirt of his, it fit horribly but i was comfortable. when i was done i slowly moved next to the bed.

i sat on my knees in front of him. hes still asleep, i checked for a pulse. its faster than before thats terrific. i smile in delight.

and without thinking my hand slowly moved near his face and moved hair out of his eyes. my hand moved to his jawbone. i pulled my hand back and starred at him.

i couldnt see his perfect blue eyes anymore, which made me upset. the brown hair was what some would say a mop of a hair du but i liked it, it reached the end of his ears stopping in jagged lines.

before i could stare any longer, he twitched. "chandler?" i questioned, slowly his blue eyes revealed themselves. a smile appeared on my lips.

"you were unconscious," i inform him looking down at my folded hands. i could feel his eyes burning into me.

"im awake now," his raspy voice spoke. he looked down at the gray sweatshirt- either that or he was starring at my boobs but i hope it was the sweatshirt. "is that mine?"

oh thank god.

i chuckled. "you have a problem with me wearing it?"

"no, no. you look cute," i felt myself turn red.

"do you need anything? water? food?" i asked, perking up. he thought for a moment, but the moment felt like infinity.

"a water would suffice," he responded. i nodded standing up and going into the kitchen. i poured the water into the glass cup.

but i couldnt stop thinking of adam. if he was so offended in what chandler does why would he even try to kill me? to kill chandler?

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OK I HAVE THE BEST IDEA BUT YOU WONT FIND OUT FOR A WHILE LMAO

ftwd is amazing tbfh, what do you guys think of it?

peace lovelies! xxoo