BETH'S TWIN ¹ ( THE WALKING DEAD ) ✓

Chapter 19

"I think I'm in love with you." He said as if it were no big deal, glancing back at me as my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"Oh." I said, still looking up.

"'Oh'. That's it?" He asked with a nervous face.

"Yep." I plopped the 'p'. He sighed.

"How do you feel?" He asked with a small smile.

"I feel like thus is awkward." I let out a puff of air.

"Why?"

"'Cause I don't feel the same way." I lied. I could hear his breathing hitch as he stood up.

"Oh, okay. Erm. No worries." He fidgeted with his hands and I could swear I saw tears in his eyes as he walked out. I huffed and rolled onto my side, facing inwards. I slowly fell asleep. . .

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I woke up to muffled cries. I rubbed my face and sat up, clonking my head on the top bunk. I mumbled as I held my head and swung my feet off the side of the bed.

I stood up and exited my cell. Jesus! It was already night time! I really did get a good sleep for once. I shuffled my feet towards the noise of crying.

Being the clumsy person I am, I slipped and fell down the stairs, rolling over twice. I grunted as I hit the bottom. I just tilted my head and closed my eyes, debating rather or not to stand up. My head was still throbbing and now my butt hurt.

"A-Are you (sniff) okay?" I recognized Carl's voice. I sighed

"I'm fine. You?" I asked in return.

"I'm not the one who rolled down the stairs." He let out a small laugh.

"Shut up." I whispered, very tiredly.

"What were you doing?" He asked.

"I. . I heard. . Um. . Heard crying." I muttered and moved my hands under my head.

"Carl!" I heard Derek whisper yell, "What are you doing up?" The sound of him walking closer was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

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I woke up to something moving around. My eyes flung open and I flinched. I rubbed my face as I rolled over. . . Just to fall off of a top bunk in . . .Derek's cell?

"Jeez!" He flinched as I hit the ground. I grunted and rubbed my face.

"Why am I in here?" I asked.

"You fell asleep at the bottom of the stairs. I already had Maggie stitch the cut on your forehead.

"I have a cut on my forehead?" I mumbled.

"Yes, you hut it when you rolled down the stairs. You also have a few bruises, nothing bad through." He shrugged. I nodded and felt my forehead. Sure enough, I felt the all to familiar feeling of stitches.

I rolled onto my back and sat up. Derek was staring at me like a hawk. I stood up and walked out of his cell, running my fingers through my short hair.

I ignored the stairs of the rest of the group and walked upstairs into my cell. I sighed as I saw a box on my bed. I shuffled my feet over to it and propped open the lid. A note was on top. I picked it up, revealing a necklace.

I read the letter,

Charlie,

You may not feel the same way, but I love you.