Chapter 5

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It's been a few weeks since I first arrived to the prison. I'm starting to get closer to everyone even Carl. I can't believe I forgave Carl. I'm not mad at him and that's an issue. He caused me so much pain and it got to the extent that I didn't want to go to school, I didn't eat, I didn't even want to live anymore.

He made my life hell for 2 years and I still don't know what I did to deserve it either. It's bullshit! I shouldn't have been crying in my room being petrified of him! I should've been out there standing up for myself! I looked like a little bitch for fuck sakes!

Then all of a fucking sudden my parents start acting like Satan! They beat me and I did nothing to stop it I just took it not caring if I got beaten to a pulp! If I would talk I got punched, if I made eye contact I would get punched, if they got upset and I didn't do anything I would get punched, if they bored I would get beaten. For a long time it felt like if I would breathe I would get beaten to death. They never touched my brother... I'm grateful for that.

"Hey Lily can you help me with Judith she won't stop crying."

"Yeah sure. Did you feed her?"

"Yes. I changed her diaper, I sang to her, I tried feeding her but she just coughed it up..."

"That's what I'm going to do now... here's Judith. Thank you so much Lillie."

"Don't thank me now go get Rick and Carl."

"Okay bye."

"Bye." I look down at Judith and she just stared at me with tears in her eyes then starts to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I giggle.

"Are you sleepy?" She looks at me then yawns. I'm gonna have to sing to make her sleep so I'll sing the song I wrote in my notebook.

"I've waited a hundred years...

I'd wait a million more for you,

 Nothing prepared me for...

With the privilege of being yours I do,

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch...

If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,

Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough...

I would have know what I was living for all along,

What I've been living for,

Your love is my turning page...

Only the sweetest words remain,

Every kiss is a cursive line...

Every touch is redefining phrase,

I surrender who I've been for who you are,

Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart,

If I had only felt how it feels to be yours...

I would have known what I've been living for all along,

What I've been living for,

Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,

When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well,

With the whisper, we will tame the vicious scenes,

Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees..." she lays in my arms with the biggest grin on her face, "awe..." I'll sing another only because she's kid and she's so adorable,

 "Shadows settle on the place that you left,

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness,

Destroy the metal it's a waste of time,

From the perfect start to the finish line,

And if you still breathing you're the lucky ones,

Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs,

Setting fire to our insides for fun,

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong,

The lovers that went wrong,

We are the reckless we are the wild youth,

Chasing visions of our futures,

One day we'll reveal the truth,

That one will die before he gets there,

And if you're still bleeding you're the lucky ones,

Cause most of our feelings they are dead and they are gone,

We're setting fire to our insides for fun,

Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,

It was a flood that wrecked this home,

And you caused it,

And you caused it,

And you caused it,

Well I've lost it all I'm just a silhouette,

A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,

My eyes are damp from the words you left,

Ringing in my head,

When you broke my chest,

Ringing in my head,

When you broke my chest,

And if you're in love then you are the one,

Cause most of us are bitter over someone,

Setting fire to our insides for fun,

To distract our hearts from ever missing them,

But I'm forever missing him,

And you caused it,

And you caused it,

And you caused it..." I look down and lying in my arms is a sleeping Judith. I lay her down in her crib and cover her up with a fleece blanket. I walk out of the cell to be startled.

"Nice voice..."

"Thanks..." I smiled back at him, "Carl can I tell you something?"

"Yes."

"When the apocalypse first started my parents and I were driving away from the city and we suddenly ran out of gas. We were forced to walk when all of a sudden a large herd came and attacked us. Carl everything was happening so fast. One minute we were safe the next my family was being torn to shreds. The only reason why I'm still alive is because the walkers were too busy eating my family to notice I was there..." I say looking into his eyes. When suddenly there's a large boom and the floor and walls shake to the point where they're crumbling.

"Let's go!" Daryl yells. I run into Judith's cell and pick her up. Carl and I run out of the prison and to the fence where the Governor stands with about 30 men and a tank. All I could hear was Rick and the Governor mumbling to each other.

"Is Hershel on the council," I start hearing Maggie and Beth crying those poor girls, "is Michonne on the council?" I heard more mumbling until he takes out Michonne's sword and puts it against Hershel's neck. I hear the Governor say something that will scar me the rest of my life.

"Lier." and he swung Michonne's sword into Hershel's neck. Shots are being fired everywhere. The Governor's tank drives over our fences and his men marched towards the prison- our home. Bullets fly past my head, stomach, and feet. I shoot every enemy I see young and old. Age doesn't matter anymore all that matters is who's side you're on.

Walkers start filling up the large field where we use to farm, rest, and talk. Soon the walkers are roaming around me waiting for something alive to cross paths with them so they can tear them limb from limb. Walkers start to feast on the Governor's dead soldiers. I look around and the whole group is gone they all left. Now we leave the place we once called home.

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