I sat in my room half-heartedly reading a book called "A Discovery of Witches". It was one of my favourite books for the past few years and I had been addicted to it. However today I didn't feel as absorbed into the novel as I usually do. I had been forcefully reading it to waste time because this place, "Woodbury" as many have called it, was rather stale to me.
My father, otherwise known as "The Governor" around here, usually ignores me, always using the excuse "I'm busy" or "you don't hang out with your sister or your friends enough." I always tried to talk to people in Woodbury that were my age but when I do, he gives me that look, the one that tells you "I'm gonna rain all hell on earth when I'm done with my job." I don't try anymore, I've learnt to accept his ways of dealing with me. I'm the eldest, I get it, I need to grow up. But why does everyone else get the attention, the love that I barely ever received in my life, not from father and very rarely had I received it from my original family.
Before this apocalyptic world was set in place, I was originally with my blood family and neighbours on a trip to America, the ones I cared about. The outbreak however caught up to us when my mother died while we were running from them. She had her asthma attack when we had a horde behind us, tripping one another trying to reach for the pieces of meat we were. We couldn't save her, I couldn't save her.
My neighbour's parents tried to kill their children when they lost their sanity. They threatened them and scared them, the only thing I could do was kill them when we were alone and fake the murder. My dad found out however and ever since then my dad hated me for leaving mother and killing the two parents. He killed himself right in front of me, saying that everything was my fault. His death, my mother's death, my neighbour's deaths....they were all my fault...
I've come to accept that now though, ever since I met Phillip Blake. He took me in and "supposedly" cared for me along with his only daughter, Penny, and the others I tried to take care of.
I'm always looked down upon in his eyes, always the one being beaten if something went wrong, if I did something wrong. Every time after I'm "told off", I go release my anger on a tree or something; shooting, stabbing, kicking, punching... Anything really. I have a really good aim now though, and I'm pretty strong. This world is only fit for survivors and I'm trying to make the most out of my spare time.
Don't tell anyone...but I'm gonna break out, I'm gonna leave and find a safer place for MY family...not his. I need to be strong, heartless, fearless....a monster if needed....just so I will be able to make that goal possible.
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So....how was the first chapter? I know it was all about the main character but I had to give some sort of background. The story will start off slow but I'll pick up the pace every now and again.
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Shadow (TWD Carl)
FanfictionShe is a shadow... Never noticed in the dark until a ray of light is cast before her. Even small rays of light keeps this shadow alive. She is a shadow, and without the ray of light, whether it be before or after this world... She'd be unnoticed...