Forever Dead (On Hold)

Chapter Twenty Four

Kat’s P.O.V

What was wrong with me? I was turning into exactly what he was; the one thing I forced myself not to be. I was killing myself by treating people how he would do. I shook my head, backing away only to hit Alan’s chest. I wanted to run away but I realised he was still gripping hold of my shoulders, couldn’t he let go of me? I wasn’t going to hurt anyone anymore. I had a time of weakness and shock, I was over it, and there was no need to do anything irrational.

“Can you let go please” I muttered softly, I didn’t want to talk anymore, especially to him. I may have been knocked out but that didn’t erase my memory; everything I saw him do to me only pushed the rage I felt towards him higher with each glance at him.

“No, I can but I won’t you need to calm down” He whispered into my ear, I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. I was calmer by all means but aggression was still running through my veins.

“Alan, let go of her” Dylan said quietly, I opened my eyes to see his, worry and concern were written in his now glassy eyes. Alan’s grip loosened and I stood in shock, he let go of me at Dylan’s words but not my own. This pissed me off, I turned to face the dark haired man that was recently holding me, brining my hand up and throwing it towards his face. A loud clap sounded and everyone look at me as I removed the hand from his face to reveal a red mark resembling a hand print.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Alan yelled at me, touching the spot I had so recently hit. I shook my head at him, he really must be stupid. I pushed passed him and towards the back of the shop, at least I will have silence and solitude, the two things I could trust more than myself at this moment in time.

Alan’s P.O.V

What the fuck is wrong with her? I helped her, I protected her and now she fucking hits me? I was probably over reacting but there was no reason for her to slap me, it really hurts. I know I’ve seen it a lot on TV and in films but I never realised it hurt this bad.

I stare at Dylan, the person I thought to be my friend and more importantly he was one of Kat’s closest friends. If he was harmed by anyone I doubt they would live to see tomorrow. “Give her time” Was all he could say to me. So I had to wait to get my answers from her? I may be patient but I need answers to her sudden rage. I know our argument didn’t end well but I thought everything was fine? I saved her life for the third time this week and she expects me to just understand the reasons she hates me. Knowing her she probably had a long list of reasons why she hated me.

“Wait? You expect me to wait?” I yelled once he had turned away from me, this however made him stop, not turn. “I have saved her life three times in the past week and now she hates me for some reason I have no idea about. SO you expect me to wait? She is our ticket out and I have a feeling she will gladly put a gun to my head and pull the trigger with no hesitations” I yelled at him, I hadn’t realised until then how loud we were being. It was a miracle that there were no Zombies around to hear us.

“Clearly you don’t know me very well” I a quiet yet menacing voice called from behind. I felt their glares behind me, digging in to my back. Dylan turned before I did and his expression changed from a clear and emotionless mask to a smirk. It made me feel uncomfortable. “I would never hurt you, alright so who or whatever your source is it is clearly wrong. I may act like this but I have tried for years to not become a monster like the man I grew up with. I was lucky to still have my dad and a brother who may act like he hates me but he would do whatever possible to keep me happy” I turned to face her pale face, her blonde hair messy like she had just rolled out of bed even though her hair was hardly ever tangled or curly. Even when it grew long it never curled but it smoothed out from the dead straight stands and began to curve into waves. On any other person I would have told them it looks stupid but not her. “You may have made my life hell but I worked past it, I managed to keep track on my life. I got good grades even though I had distractions from the endless daydreams that would penetrate my mind whilst you couldn’t care less about the grades you got or the effort you put into it all. Granted all that shit is useless now but imagine if none of this happened? You would need to have decent grades in order to be employed” Her voice was still quiet, putting me out of my comfort zone. I wish I had the calm happy girl I used to know, how she always smiled even in a dire situation.

I stood staring at her speechless. I had no way to reply to her comment, I may have put no effort into my work other than my music, this was something that meant a lot to me and most knew about it. It was a shame Robin died, she used to be so fun in music with Dylan along with it; even if I was stuck in a lesson with Joe. No one liked Joe! He dated every girl just because he wanted to be in a relationship with someone, to my knowledge he never asked Kat but I knew what her answer would have been if he did.

“Dylan let’s go, we need to get going” the expression on her face was no softer than the one before, she still stared daggers at me but at least she wasn’t going to kill me. “Everyone, get your stuff we are going, I have no clue where we are but we need supplies, keep an eye out for any useful buildings” She called; clapping her had to grab everyone’s attention. How was it possible that people would listen to her and not me? Granted everyone here knew her and trusted her but not me. I had dragged them everywhere just to help her. She may not have realised what I put on the line to ensure she stayed alive. “Alan, let’s go”

I sigh and pick up my bag before walking over to Lamim and Kyle, they felt pity for me but I don’t want pity, I want forgiveness, I want to right the wrongs. To make my apology that to her would matter, I know this was going to be difficult but I needed to make sure I made things right before either of us died, who knew how long it would take.