new beginnings

Forgiven

It had been two weeks since the three deaths that occurred the day after Ron's birthday. Since then, so much has happened.

Ron woke up from his coma the day after the whole ordeal. He only ended up with mild brain trauma and a broken nose. He's almost healed since then. 

Joel, Glenn, and Daryl had their funerals. I wasn't invited to any of them. Pretty much everyone in Alexandria had begun to hate me, for killing "second Rick". I made that name up for Daryl because after Dad died, Daryl was basically the group's leader. I often forgot that Deanna was ever a leader.

It makes plenty of sense that they didn't let me come. I killed two of the three people.

They made me stay confined by myself. It didn't take long for everyone to find out I killed people, since word spreads fast. Denise still said I was on suicide watch, and it was important that I stay away from others. So everyone decided that I need to be locked up, away from others I could hurt. So, I was put in an empty house and was given one room, being handcuffed to my chair. I felt like Jessie. 

But they had treated me better, Denise brought two meals everyday, they let me be uncuffed and use the bathroom, and they had a mattress in the corner with a pole hanging above it, so they cuffed me to that. It wasn't true torture, unless you count being alone with my thoughts that long. Denise would give me a summary of everyday's news, but she was the only one I saw. They didn't let anyone else near me, not even Ron or Jordan.

I woke up and stretched, the cuffs digging into my wrist. I waited for Denise to come and put me on the chair and give me breakfast. She came after a couple minutes.

"Morning," I said.

"You can come out today," she said.

"I can? Why?" I asked.

"People want to see you. Plus, you've spent enough time in here," she explained. My stomach tightened at the thought of talking to people.

"Don't make me," I pleaded. She looked surprised.

"I figured you would want to be out," she said.

"I don't want to talk to everyone. Only Ron and Jordan," I said.

"I guess. Come on," she said, uncuffing me and carrying me to my house. When we got in, it felt so nice to be in my usual place.

She sat me down at the kitchen table and cuffed me to the chair. It felt unneeded, but I didn't say anything.

I waited for Denise to bring them, and rapped my fingers against the table. I heard the door open and there were the two. They walked up to the table, took a seat, and Denise left.

It was awkward silence before I burst into tears. I kept my head low as they watched me.

"I'm sorry," I muttered through the tears.

"I explained everything that happened with Ron. You don't have to," Jordan said.

"I'm happy that you're okay," Ron said. His voice was comforting.

My eyes darted down and I ripped my cuffs off. It made my wrist so sore, but I didn't care. They looked a little scared. I silently reached my hands across the table and took Ron's hand, and then took Jordan's. I bowed my head down and squeezed their hands. I began crying more, I was so happy to have them there.

"Forgive me. Both of you. Please," I cried out.

Ron got up and ran across the table to wrap his arms around me. I cried on his shoulder. My best friend forgave me.

Jordan walked to us and she gave me a tight hug after Ron was done. My other best friend forgave me.

They sat back down and I looked at them. Jordan's hair was down, nice and straight, and her jacket was on her. Ron wore his beanie in what seemed like forever and I looked at his nose, it still looked straight, even after being broken.