Trying

Nora's POV

"Nora, I said for the millionth time that I'm sorry...but I'm going to fight and you can't stop me. This is going to happen. Just grow up, would yah?" My heart begins playing the Jaws song, going from normal paced to extremely fast until it eventually explodes. A layer of sweat glazes over me and I can no longer breathe; these sheets are suffocating me. Images of Pete pushing me away and heading off into one of the army cars with The Governor fill my mind while the tears fill my eyes and nothing seems right anymore. Pete was gone; he shot him; Karen told me. Eventually I wake up, doubled over in tears, trying not to make a sound so that no one will have to worry. I was sick of having to hide the hide the dark things that now lived inside me, but I wasn't selfish enough to make everyone around me miserable, so I just remained quiet as always.

That day haunts me every night since it's happened, which I guess has only been a week but it seems as if it has consumed my entire life. When they brought us on these buses and told us we were going to the prison I just had this feeling that my Dad was here; sure it was pretty obvious since he was with that bearded man who had the prison, but still, it was almost an anxious feeling. I didn't hate him, he was just never really there. Pete, when we were younger, would joke around and say that I was adopted and eventually my Mom told me that the man who I'd been calling "Dad" my whole life wasn't actually my father. Daryl was okay, I guess. He loved me and I knew that, but he should've done more to try and be in my life, but instead he just took what Mom gave him and continued with his normal life when he wasn't stuck with me. Dad didn't even introduce me to his parents or siblings, if he had any. We'd just sit on the couch and watch TV or eat and joke around, but I always just seemed like the little brat he was stuck with.

He hadn't said much since I got here, or tried to introduce me to anyone. At first he hugged me and lifted me into the air and told me how much he loved me and how happy he was that I was safe, but I shrugged him off and went where I was supposed to and did as I was told. He hadn't tried to talk to me or anything since.

I wiped the tears off my face with a blanket and mentally slapped myself for being such an ungrateful brat; you could be a walker instead, but you were gifted with this amazing life. Don't complain. Sitting upright, I remove the blankets from my sweaty body and grab a bottle of water that I kept in my bag, under the bed. It was too hot right now, so I also grabbed a pair of black shorts and a lime-green T-shirt with a logo I'd never seen, and changed into them, and then laying myself down on the concrete floor. The floor was freezing and felt so good, sticking to my skin and making the sweat colder, but still allowing it to cling to my bony body. No one shared a cell with me because I didn't have any family left besides my Dad, but we currently weren't speaking. Suddenly, a little fit of giggled threatens to escape my body when I think of how funny  that is; the world has gone to shit and I'm being a bratty teenager who won't talk to my Dad.

"What's so funny?" I hear the southern voice question with a smirk on his face, I'm sure of it. I can feel it.

I straighten myself back up again, leaning my back against the edge of the bed and pulling my knees up to my chest. "Oh, just the fact that the world is ending and I still find a way to cause drama," I smile up at him although I know he can't see it. Immediately I begin to think down upon myself again; no matter what I will always forgive anyone. Even if I'm one-hundred-percent infuriated with them, I'll take them back like nothing ever happened and they're my top priority. Instead of continuing with my bout of teen angst, I just sigh and listen as he slides the cell-door open and sits himself beside me.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I'm sorry that I've been a brat and haven't been talking to you," I apologize, realizing I'm doing it again.