Carl stood over my bed looking grumpy. Maybe deep in thought, you cant tell anything with him. "what do you want Carl" I scoffed and dragged out his name. His unkown emotion shortly changed into a cocky smirk.
"You know your kind of fat right" my whole mood dropped there. His smirk pulled into a dark grin once he realized this. He knew he hit me right where it hurt. At this moment I thought back to high school, when I was forced to go daily. The people there, they were worse than Carl. My stomach starting twisting and my wrists were throbbing just from the memories of what happened in the locked bathroom doors. "heh" he laughed in an almost bitter way. "And you know it too" he said while taking a few steps back still lost in past horrors. He came close and whispered in my ear "and your kinda ugly too..." he dragged off. This made my wrist throb worse, I tried hiding it but I was already in a catatonic like state. I was slowly eventually able to pull my flannel sleeves into my palms. Carl looked down and reached for them. Before he did he was almost regretful but he still reached for my covered arms. He started to say something once again but with that I snapped out of it and pulled my arms away.
"shut the hell up and leave me the Fuck alone" he looked taken back but he was able to cover it up quickly.
"Don't talk to me that wa-"
"No" I said furiously. "Leave me alone, You don't know me, You don't deserve to know me and i sure as hell hope you never will" he sucked in a breath.
"But-" he started.
"No buts, Carl" I said and stormed out to try and find a place to cry.
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Dixons daughter
FanfictionArlo Jackson Is young, beautiful, and barely surviving the walker apocalypse. While on her death bed her mother reveals one thing that will change her life and will give her hope in these last days on earth. Her dads alive, and shes a Dixon. ~Carl g...
