Are You Sure?

Chapter 9

I rush into the bathroom, and it's like everything slows down. I kneel down lifting up her head and laying it on my knee. The blood soaks my white t-shirt.

I start to cry.

"Hello? Anybody home?" I hear Michonne enter.

"Michonne! In the bathroom, help!" I yell.

I hear her boots clobbering against the floor, running toward me.

She slides into the bathroom. I pick her up, Michonne grabs a towel and holds it under her head as we run to the "hospital" (basically a nurse's office).

Carol rushes in. "What the hell happened?" She asks, pulling out the first aid kit from one of the many cabinets.

I pull off my hat, laying it down next to Emma on the operating table(bench), " I heard her slip in the bathroom and I grabbed a bobby pin to pick the lock. When I got the door open I saw blood all over." I say frantically.

Michonne runs out of the room.

Carol immediately starts stitching up her head.

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"Carl." I hear her say just as I am about to drift to sleep. I sit straight up, looking at her.

Once I see her, I realize she is dreaming... About me.

She holds onto my hat tightly. Her expression reads that she is scared.

I grab her hand, holding it tightly while intently looking at her face.

The door squeaks open, then shuts. I look up to see my dad.

"Son, don't you think it is about time you took a shower? You've been sitting here for two days straight. Trust me, she's going to be okay. I'll stay with her until you get back. Just go get a shower and eat an actual meal." My dad says.

"Does it even matter dad? Before this place, we'd go months without showering. I'll think I'll be fine. Also, do you really think that the idea of leaving you here makes me feel any less nervous? You'll probably just end up leaving anyways like you always do."

"Carl, just don't get me started. I have to much stuff and thangs to get done." My dad demanded, closing his eyes while pinching the bridge of his noise.

I got up and left the room, without saying a word to my dad. I left my hat with Emma because I wanted her to have it. I get inside the house and lock the doors. Walking straight to the bathroom, I open the door to see a boy in the bathroom siting at the edge of the tub. I pull out my gun from it's holster and point it at his head. He looks up at me and I click the gun out of safety mode. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" I ask sternly.

He looked about my age. Brown shaggy hair, bright green eyes, and a tan complexion. Blood was splattered all over him from head to toe and his gun was by the sink.

Emma's P.O.V.
"Carl?" I ask. I sit up in my bed, and Rick is asleep beside me. I climb out of the bed and put Carl's hat on.

I feel the blade in my boot sliding as I walk. I grab the handle of the house, but it's locked. I slide a bobby pin out of my pocket and pick the lock. Walking inside, I feel unsafe. I pull the blade out of my boot and extend my other arm in front of me. I open the bathroom door to find Carl.

"Oh, Carl. Thank God. I thought you were a walker or a break-in." I say to him, sighing in relief.

Carl stares at me. His face is flustered and I turn my head to see a boy sitting in the edge of the bathtub.

"Emma?" The boy asks.