Something Missing [Daryl Dixon Love Story]

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

The world seems to slow around me. I look at my father and Shirley but their silent arguing continues. They are oblivious to the sound but I am not. I hear it and I recognize it for what it is...especially when the pull of a trigger and the explosion of the bullet sounds. I know I am right and now so do my two companions. The other surrounding sounds come back to me and I hear the thud as something--or as I know it is, SOMEONE--hits the hardwood floor.

Shirley and my father rush to where the noise came from but I don't. I know what has happened and I just can't go confirm what I know.

"Allie!" Their voices yell in unison. I let my head fall against the table.

I should be in there but anger floods through my veins like an infection. If Shirley wouldn't have brought Alex up again it wouldn't have pushed Allie to her breaking point. As I sit here I know what she's done. Allie has taken her own life in hopes of seeing her brother once again or to lift the burden of grieving from her shoulders perhaps... I don't know exactly but I know she's gone.

When I can't take my own thoughts anymore I make it to my feet and go into the room.

Seeing her lifeless isn't what sends me into a panic attack. It's the gun beside her. One gun two siblings... I immediately know that is the gun Jack had used to kill Alex.

Eyes. Click. Gasp. Drop. Gone.

Alex's death replays again and again. It only took those five steps for him to be gone. The cheerful little fighter who had a crush on the wrong person, he was gone just like Allie is now.

"I guess we are the same after all, Shirley." I say my voice emotionless.

She glares at me. "I am nothing like you! You're a murderer!" Her face drops as she realizes.

"In the end she wasn't any better off with you than us. This is your fault." I didn't recognize myself anymore. What was I becoming?

"Emma, that's very unnecessary!" My father said. He looked at me like I was unrecognizable. Maybe I was becoming heartless...

"I'm...I'm sorry. I can't do this. Forgive me..." I said confused. I started backing up out of the room.

I found myself in the woods two miles away from our house when I stopped running. I was weaponless and alone but there was nothing here but animals. I could've hunted if I'd thought before I came here but I didn't.

Now that I'm here I sit against a tree and look around me. It's been so long since I've been anywhere in a woods. I miss it again...my hunting trips. Maybe we can come here sometime if things turn out alright...

The late summer breeze blows through my hair. Before this I used to like August because it meant fall was near.

It can't be much into the month yet...

I don't know how long it sit against the tree with my eyes closed but the sun has dropped quickly. I pick myself up and start walking back. I've got a half hour until I'm back...back to the new reality I live in.

When I reach the house it's silent. I walk up the porch steps and into the house.

My father is on the floor with a bottle of alcohol next to him. His head was resting against the wall. "Dad?" My father was never a drinker. He said it tasted worse than piss. I remember asking how he knew what piss tasted like and my mother scalded him for teaching a six year old a bad word.

He groaned and opened his eyes. "Emma, where have you been?"

"I went...on a walk." I said. "Let me get you to bed dad... You're drunk."

I went over and helped him up throwing my arm around him and struggling to support his weight.

I took him down the hall and to his bedroom, carefully laying him down."where is Shirley?" I ask.

"She left. She felt responsible and she said she couldn't face you after how she treated you earlier..." He said, his speech slightly slurred.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean what I said earlier... I'm terrible...aren't I, dad...?"

"No...you're just upset and you didn't think before you let your temper get the best of you... You're a good person in a bad situation."

I walked to the door keeping my back to him so he couldn't see my pathetic tears. "Thank you dad..."

I went to my room and laid on my bed. My exhaustion getting the better of me and slipping me into unconsciousness.

Authors Note: Here's update 2/3 for you guys... I'll do the third tomorrow. Let me know what you think...should I continue? Thanks for reading! :D