(UNDER HEAVY EDITING) lost cause ⋙ Carl Grimes

Chapter 26

Chapter 26- EDITED
Pretty Much Dead Already : S2 E7
Part : 2

|Haley|

"Well we're not leaving, Carl. Now you finish those problems." Lori told Carl.

I knew we were leaving. But Sophia was delaying it every minute of a day.

"I just--I think--I think she will like it here. She'll like this place. This place--this place can be home." Carl smiled.

"Hi, Lori. May I please borrow Haley for a bit?" Dale asked as he took off his hat.

Lori nodded as I got up, and followed him.

"So what's up?"

"At the well, you told Shane to be a better liar. Yesterday you told Shane you knew his secret. Which secret is it?"

I looked towards the barn. "I think...I think Shane left Otis."

"Or killed him." Dale said under his breath. "Do you have reasons?"

"It was obvious he was lying at the funeral, and when he first came back, and both the stories were different. And he felt uncomfortable in Otis' clothes. And he was mad at him when Carl first got shot. He wanted revenge. Doesn't everything point to my conclusion?"

Dale smacked his lips before giving his famous look, his eyes wide. "I-I want to warn you, stay away from him. He's dangerous and I know you two are close."

"He wouldn't hurt me, Dale. And I wanted to kill Otis at first too. You can't survive in this world without killing. And I know I have no right to say that...I never even killed a walker."

"You were alone, how did you survive?"

"I ran. I screamed and cried for help, some helped, I hid."

Dale looked at me with sympathy.

I'm not going to cry. I'm not weak.

"Just please stay away from him." He said finally.

"No promises." I said before walking back.

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"There was a time, I used to look into my fathers eyes." I softly sang, as I strummed my guitar. "In a happy home, I was a queen, I had a golden throne-oone. Those days are gone,  now the memories are on the wall. I hear the song, from the places I was born. Up on the hill across the blue la-ake, that's where I had my first heartbreak-eak-eak. I still remember  how it all changes, my father sa-aid...Don't you worry, don't you worry, child. See heaven's got a plan for yo--"

I groaned in frustration as I hit a wrong note. I wanted every bit of it to be perfect. So I started again. For the 7th time.

I hummed along with it, and took a deep breath as the lyrics came. "There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes--"

I hit the wrong note again! "Fuck it." I whispered as I set the guitar down and started to walk towards the porch, where everyone was sitting.