R.I.P 2 My Youth || C.G

•Chapter Two•

~Angela's POV~

"Ang!" "Yes Leah?"

"They're having a meeting later tonight and we aren't allowed to go. What are we going to do until Aaron and Eric get back?"

"Probably read. Or listen to music." Whenever Nicolas goes out on runs I ask him to find books. Mostly teen fiction. And I've kept my iPod, the doc and the charger. I have old songs on it like, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and Decode by Paramore.

"Or both." She said.

"Yeah. Or both."

We heard the door open and close; hearing Aaron and Eric's footsteps in the living room. "Angie, Leah, come down here!" We jumped off our beds putting the books on them and running down the staircase. "What happened?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me. "A lot. We were all talking about Rick and his group. And then Rick comes in with a body. Showing us that a walker got in. Then Pete came with Michonne's sword. Reg tried to get Pete to calm down. Pete pushed Reg with the sword and it sliced his neck. Deanna told Rick to shoot Pete. Then a guy came with Aaron and Daryl-" Eric was saying until Aaron cut him off. "Morgan. His names Morgan."

"Oh my god, Reg is dead?" I heard Leah ask from beside me.

"Yes he is. There was nothing anyone could do."

"Okay. Well we are going back upstairs now. Good night Air. Night Eric." I said

"Good night."

Problem being I couldn't sleep; at all. To many thoughts in my head. To many things could go wrong now. I was getting to attached.

*Few Days Later*

The last few days I've been hiding in our room. I have barely talked to anyone. Carl even came to see me; he's the only one I talked to other than Leah. I guess that comes with having a crush on him.

"Ang, you need to go out of the house."

"No." I stated firmly.

"Why? Why not?"

"Something bad's going to happen." I answered staring out at the lake from the window seat.

"How would you know?"

"Because I'm getting the same feeling I had before my parents died."

"Oh." Leah walked out going to tell whoever about what I said.

Later on Carl came in. "Hi." I say quietly.

"Hey Angel." No matter how bad the feeling I'm having is, when he says that to me I get so many butterflies.

"So you have a bad feeling?"

"Yes. Like something horrible is going to happen today. And Carl?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Do me a favor and stay with Judith today. Stay inside. Please, don't let either one of you get hurt." I pause. "I wouldn't be able to deal with that."