Fear The Walking Dead (Nick Love Story)

just breath

I tried to get up but she grabbed my leg and pulls me under her. Her knees hold me down, as her hands try to choke the life out of me. I push up against Aneta's chest. Her teeth snapped in my face. I couldn't breath. My lungs craved oxygen. My body was getting weaker and I couldn't take much more pain. My eyes felt like they were about to pop out of my head. My face was turning a shade of purple. I reach for the TV remote hitting her in the head, moving her further away from me. I then kick her back. The impact causes her to fall over. I run up to the kitchen and grab a knife. As I turn around and Aneta was standing in the dining room walking over to me. I hold the knife out and stab her in the chest. But she still kept coming after me. I stabbed her again in the chest and then throat but nothing. I stab her in the eyes as tears come pouring down my face. Her body drops to the ground. No sign of life anymore.

The knife slips out of my hand hitting the floor. My legs become weak and they cave in. My arms fall limp by my side as my head hangs down low. I stabbed my sister. A few drops of tears falls on the wooden floor. Whimpers mumbled out of my lips while my body shook with emotions. It doesn't seem real It's all a dream. She's not dead, she can't be. Her body laid still on the ground as a puddle of blood forms at the base of her head. Oddly, she had a smile on her face as if she wanted this. I stand up and wobble my way up the stairs in my room to pack a bag. When I go to my room and notice what was out of place. All of my shit was on my bed or on the floor all spread out. Needles, spoons and small empty bags that use to contain heroin. There was a broken rubber band on the floor next to my bed. It soon clicked in my head that Aneta was try to understand. So she overdosed by accident. That's how she truly died. I won't end up like her. I'll try to stop. I'll get help for myself so I won't end up like Aneta. I'll do it for her.

I throw in some shirts and jeans, most needed wear. Then go to the bathroom and grab some toiletries like toothbrush, toothpaste, razor and all that type of stuff. After packing my bag, I zip it up and throw it over my shoulders. I go downstairs and into the dinning room snatching up the car keys. On my way out the door I stop at Aneta's body. I can't leave her like this. I took the blanket off of the couch and covered her body up as if she is sleeping. Slamming the door shut I lock it up for habits and get into the car.

"Ok. I can do this. Just breath." I tell my self. Honestly, I don't think I can. I will try, for Nicky.

I pull down the review mirror and see bruises form on my neck. They will go away, just give it time. I put the key in the ignition and turn it, the car roars. I look back at the house and take in one last breath. I pull out of the drive way to the Clark's house. Hopefully things are better there then here.

After 30 minutes of driving the gas tank was low. I should have stopped at a gas station a while back. I thought I could make it at this rate I was going. I stopped in the neighborhood still daylight. That's good I guess but i need to figure out how to get back to Nicky and his family. I pull over to the side as the car turns off and grab my bag. I slide out of the car and start my walk down the road. If I keep walking I will most likely make it back to the house early morning.

"Dammit." I whisper kicking a rock in the road as it goes flying in the air into a red Honda's windshield. The glass shatters all over the car as the alarm went off.

"Great." I mumble to myself.

Two minutes later a car pulls up beside me and honk their horn. Please don't let it be a dumbass trying to pick up the hookers off the street. I turn to the right feeling annoyed and look at the driver. Madison.

"Thank god its you." I open the passenger side door throwing my bag into the back seat  and shut the door.

"Where is Aneta? Are those bruises?"  Her fingers trace the bruises along my neck. I wince at the feeling but buckle my seat looking down in the floor board.

"She was one of those things. She tried to eat me, like Calvin did. She was on top of me, and was choking me. She, she came after me and I ran in the kitchen. I, I got the knife. I just, I had to." I hold back the tears.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." She leans over and hugs me.

"What do I with out her, Mrs. Clark? She was my, my only family left and now she is gone. Aneta is gone." I let the tears out and cry.

"Sh. I got you. You know that. You're not alone. Stay with us. That was the original plan. Don't worry." She rubs my back soothingly.

"I'm scared." I whimpered.

"I know you are. We all are. You didn't ask for this. No one did. All we can do now is deal with what we got. You have Nick and us. We wont ever leave you. I promise." I pull away from her and wipe my eyes.

"You know, you are just as much as a daughter to me as Alicia is. I'm willing to sacrifice things for you just like I do for her." She uses her fingers to brush the hair out of my eyes as I try to calm down.

"It means a lot coming from you. What you have to deal with your family and, and work. I'm sure its stressful." I whimper.

"This? Stressful? Girl, this is nothing." She says sassy as I laugh.

"As long as I have someone to talk to, I can do anything. Feeling the need to share my problems and issues doesn't feel as bad as I tried to fix them alone. Don't hold it in." She pauses looking at my tear stained face.

"Lets get back home." She starts the car and drives off to the house.

"Thank you, Mrs. Clark." I look at her.

"Bree, talk to me. If you can't talk to Nick or anyone else, talk to me. Don't call me Mrs. Clark anymore. Only students do that. Call me Maddy or mom." She smiles at me. Everything is going to be okay, for now.