Writers note: This is going to be in the P.O.V of Nazareth. I gave this a mature rating from, how the story's starts, and from flash backs that will come.
Types of time jumps.
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It's now about 2½ years..Years after I-I killed my parents. The screams, pleas for mercy still haunt me. Why did I ever think killing them will make anything better? Was it my first reaction from after all the pain, suffering they put me threw? Maybe I thought we would be even? I don't fucking know anymore. Ever since the dead been walking around and shit, this seems...Normal..Am I really for the rest of my life spend it chained in a fucking closet? In a holy place? A church. They are soooo fucking kind. They tell me being I only have my neck and arms chained up. Well, sorry that "kindness" seems pretty bull. Not just that they chained me up, but I'm the main douche's pet. Wow thanks, I feel soo special.
"Whore! It's feeding time!" The some what chunky man barked. Breaking Nazareth's thoughts.
I barely even had time to sit up much, as I before Ken and Lisa bargain in. My personal hell. Ken holding my bowl...and Lisa, she's holding the dreaded bucket.
"Awe look! She still has blood,chunks and flesh in her hair from her last feeding!" Lisa laughed, as she tossed down the bowl.
"How are you Josh's number one pet? Your a slob, a whore and a sinner." Ken shake his head, side to side. As he dumped the contains of the bucket into the bowl. Human flesh, raw human meat.
The smell of human flesh, floods my nostrils. It's a smell once you smell it once. You will never forget it.
"I-I don't known why, I'm his number one... I never asked for thi-" I was silenced as Lisa kicked me in the gut, causing me to vomit up the bit of nutrition I have.
"You actually think we care? I thought you were the smart one. Eat your, meal you have two minutes to consume all of it. If not you'll get another special beating."
I shift my eyes over to Ken, hoping Lisa was joking only she wasn't....
"What did she just tell you, whore? Start eating!" Ken scolded, Nazareth as he kicked the bowl in front of her. Spilling some of the. Chunks onto the blood stained floor.
I breathed in the last breath of clean air before my mouth is tainted, with the taste. With the unforgettable tart rancid taste. I forgot for a moment that I'm alive, a survivor. As I shoveled the chunks of flesh, muscle. Down my throat every time they "Feed" me I forget I'm human. You don't realize how fast you can eat when you know it could end up costing you your life.
"Hurry up! You have 30 seconds left."
I blink looking down in my bowl. It was the first time I ever blacked out when I was eating. After I was done it was like nothing happened. Ken, Lisa left with me a bloody mess. Basically a dog. 1/4 human in their eyes. There's a small puddle of blood from the bowl.
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I think it's night, but I can't tell. The small window I have is up to high from my reach. It's about even with the door frame. It would help if I wasn't chained to the floor. My eyes squint together as the door opened slowly. Shit, please don't be Josh he's never touched, raped me yet.. Please don't change that.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." A raspy voice called from the darkness.
"H-how do I know your not lying? You could be like everyone else here."
"If I was wouldn't have come at a time like this alone. I understand that your scared Ms. Nazareth, but I want to help you." The man walked in the room and swatted down in front of Nazareth.
"Wait, how do you know my name? Josh has labeled me as Whore." I asked shyly, with fear in the words. My eyes quickly widen, tears pooled in them as I realized who it was. Al my dad's butler from before. "A-al?"
The man just nods, flashing Nazareth a toothy smile. "I never was upset with you. Your parents were horrible people. They never parented you or..Jack." He stretched out his hand, softly touching the ripped up scars on her wrist from the chains.
"That doesn't mean I should have killed them. It was just the start of this shit. Al I still don't want to talk about Jack. I know it's been 14 years since his death. I know I need to talk about it and move on... But that is something I will never get over."
Al pulls out a old rag and quickly began whipping away Nazareth tears. "I understand Ms. you, were the one who's life change from his death the most."
I watch as Al quickly cleans me with what little time he has. Al he stands to leave, I feel the same lost depressed feeling. The only feeling I have anymore. "Are you gonna come back?"
"Indeed, Ms. But I have to leave before Sir Josh notices. I will return sometime with a plan that will lead you to your freedom." Al fixes his bow tie and quickly picks up all the evidence that he was there. Leaving Nazareth to be with herself.
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