Walking Dead Game Collection

"Where Did I Go Wrong?"

Title: Where Did I Go Wrong?
Characters: Clementine, Kenny, Bonnie, Luke
Summary: Clementine begins to self harm causing panic amongst the group.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry that this took so long to release. It's a rough couple of weeks. But I am back! Let's get to the writing!
Requested By: Anonymous
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They could all see the scars. It wasn't a secret unfortunately.
The cabin group had noticed the pain the female was going through for weeks on end, however the cuts hadn't been noticed until a few days previous.
Clementine had fallen asleep against the couch beside the fireplace and as Kenny went to wrap her in a blanket he couldn't help but pause and study the arm lifted sleepily against her cheek. One that was covered in red, scabbed-over scratches. Silently he had prayed that it wasn't what his nightmares were feeding to him, but as days progressed as more and more began appearing. They all knew the worst was confirmed true; they were self inflicted.
"I don't know what on earth we're going to do." Bonnie grumbled, sliding her cup of hot water back and forth in between her hands against the table as the thoughts of 'what could be' mulled around in her mind. "We obviously need to say something, right? We can't just sit on this."
"Obviously." Kenny snapped, his mental trace shattering upon her idiocy. Was it even a question that they needed to do something? She was hurting. They needed to step in.
Luke shot him a daunting gaze and removed his hand, which had been leaning against the table for support, and angrily stuffed it into his pocket. "We're all aware we need to do something, but clearly she's fragile. We just need to tread with caution."
"Like we don't already?" Kenny snarled yet again. "It's a war out there. It's a war against things trying to kill us. Now," He paused, gathering his thoughts and organizing them. "Now it's fight against us trying to kill ourselves." He rested his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes before standing and shuffling towards the window to think. Clementine was the last link he had to his old world. Now here she was, throwing her life on the line because she was in so much mental pain and agony. What would he do without her? He couldn't just sit here and watch her in, but what else could he do? She was standing on the edge of a cliff and he was watching behind her. One wrong move and she falls off.
"We can do something. We just need to plan carefully what we do. We can't mess up." Luke's voice was firm yet genuine. He wanted to do something, hell he needed to, but in order to think of what exactly that something was he needed his group to stop their constant bickering and think as a group mind. He rested his head against the table, cool and calming as he tried to wrangled his wild thoughts together. However, his thinking session was cut short as sharp, quick squeaks against the staircase jolted him upwards. Everyone darted up only to meet the hesitant gaze of a fragile little girl.
Her golden orbs darted back and forth, studying the six eyes burning a hole in her skin.
"Hi?" She finally gathered the courage to say, her voice quiet yet wavering on the edge of worry.
Luke glanced back and forth between his fellow cabin mates. He rubbed the back of his head and leaning one of his legs against a chair for balance. "Clem," he began nervously. "You know we love you, right?" This was the only plan he had, maybe, hopefully, the others would catch on and join him.
They watched silently, awaiting a reaction of some kind from the girl. They could see her nervously rubbing her elbow which worked its way down to her wrist. She studied everyone with glazed over orbs, the barrier in between them slowly cracking.
"Y-Yeah, of course I know."
"Good. Don't forget it."
"We just want to make sure your safe, Clem." Kenny retorted, quickly jumping in on the action.
Such simple words packed with such meaning. It was a tiny present filled with millions of. beautiful trinkets that made the child go wide-eyed and moved with compassion.
Why did they care so much about her? Why was she always so moved and confused with the way they checked in on her? What made them always want to stay attached to her side?
There was something about the way they were all staring at her, as if concern and terror were tossed into a blender and mixed with the rapid heartbeats her adult peers were having. But something in that moment changed her.
They cared because they really, truly, wanted her around.
In a world where it felt as if anybody could turn around and stab you in the back at any given moment, it was rare to find a group of people you trusted enough to say you wanted to stick with them. But here, now, these looks were filled with the single begging desire: don't leave us.
Maybe it was because they felt safe with her and her axe nearby. Maybe it was because she kept everyone, as best as she could, calm and conflict-free. Or, maybe, it was because her company brought them genuine joy.
A small smile curved it's way onto her lips at the very thought; so tiny maybe nobody else could see it. But she could feel it. "Yeah," She whispered. "I'm safe."
And they knew, at least for now, she really was.
She was safe from herself.
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