Falling Into Place

Chapter Fifteen

The tight black dress I wore itched. I could barely move my legs.

I was surrounded by many women. Amber wasn't there anymore. Neither was the other woman.

Nobody spoke. We all just... Sat there, staring at the ground.

A knock on the door sounded through the room. Nobody moved, besides Sherry saying to "come in."

Negan walked in. 

"You know what time it is, ladies." He holded his arms out. He started to stroll past the girls.

Past one, two, three, girls. Past Sherry, and then another 2.

He approached me, the only person slumped down, and who cannot look less elegant in that dress.

He looked at me, and lifted his hand, smiling.

I closed my eyes, preparing to be chosen. But, after a few seconds, I opened them to see him rubbing the girls shoulder beside me. I eyed her down.

"She'll be back. Then I'll choose another one." He says, disappearing out the door with her.

I felt a burning grow in my chest.

The knife is stuck to my thigh, causing sweat to coat the blade. I hoisted a heavy bag over my shoulder. I wasn't losing my opportunity to leave.

I thought I wouldn't miss that place. The Saviors? I started to regret doing what I did, but I decided it was better.

Despite my decision, that part of me is still tugging me to go back to Negan, but that's not what I want.

I want someone who I won't have to share with, first of all.

And, I'm already disgusted with myself for allowing the man who killed my family to fuck my brains out.

That's why I left.

I turn the knob, and enter the house. The door nearly falls off the hinges.

Dust glistens in the light, and bodies clutter the ground. It makes me sick. Knowing that other people claimed my house as theirs. I struggle up the collapsing stairs, and into my old room.

The carpet that used to be purple was now a faded pink, covered in mold and other earthy substances.

Empty water bottles cover the floor.

Then, I have the thought.

Opening the door was hard. Killing the zombie that awaited me on the other side? It was harder.

But, here I am, gazing at the old High School Musical and N'SYNC* posters cluttering the blue walls. The sunken in, blackened bed.

My sister's room.

I step to the window, and unlock it.

I'm already surprised it's still in tact, but it opens. That's amazing.

I slide it up, and the breeze immediately blows the terribly stained white curtains around.

I've been waiting for you, (y/n).

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