Walking Dead Game Collection

"I Can Save Her"

Title: I Can Save Her
Characters: Clementine, Javi, Eleanor
Summary: When Clementine is at her lowest and about to take her life, Javi needs to step in and stop her. Spin off of "Please Don't"
Author's Note: This is another interpretation of a story I did a few months ago and I'm really proud of it, so I hope you guys like it :) tw; swears, violence and mentions and attempts of suicide.
Requested By: tylantismax
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The entire ride back, she was silent. Frankly, she was in such an odd mood he was hesitant to let her drive the car, but still, she insisted.

Her face was stuck forwards, glued absentmindedly to the road with no real aspiration set in how she drove, as if everything she had attempted to compete on their mission out there had been a complete loss.

And it had.

She had no ride, inadvertently killed a girl, her lack of leadership let another get shot, she had convinced Javi to stay behind and not go support the person he cared for, and put every person there in danger while slapping a target onto all of their backs at the same time.

Nice going, Clem. Nice going.

"I'm sorry." She stated, bluntly and honestly. Yet hidden behind the sudden voice of directness sat a twinge of sorrow. Maybe even a hint of guilt. "About Mariana." She finished, her sentences choppy and quick; clearly not rehearsed or thought out while they had been plunged in silence.

"There was nothing anyone could have done." He forced out, finding it physically difficult to fill his lungs with enough air to spit out the words so bitter against his tongue.

Instantly upon hearing the way he spoke, in the restrain in his voice to keep from bursting into tears, Clementine could feel a new wave of guilt wash all over her yet again.

Whether he agreed or not, she was a cause of this. She was a factor.

She was a reason his pain was so immense. She was the reason his family was suffering. She was a reason that he was currently, entirely ripped from them. She was the reason so many things had gone wrong.

"That's debatable." She mumbled, but so deep under her breath, under the squealing of the car, that he couldn't hear her.

Good. She didn't need him to fight with her that she wasn't to blame. That in some universe she was innocent in the matter. Because she wasn't.

They drove in silence, her gaze locked firmly on the road in front of them, refusing to shift even momentarily to study the adult to her right. If she caught a glimpse of his grief, a glimpse of his agony, she would hate herself all over again. She could add him to the list of people she had hurt, and Mariana to the list of people she had gotten killed.

The list that seemed to grow a little more with each passing day.

The silence was deafening, but the silent screaming ceased as they finally hit Prescott. Thankful. Maybe her guilt could momentarily subside. Maybe she could walk to land and escape the water before the next storm.

But the moment she got out of the car, she knew that wouldn't be true.

"She was asking for you. Gabe stayed for as long as he could. He isn't holding up too great."

Even better. Add them to the list of those she had affected to.

"Shit." She grumbled under her breath, slamming the car door shut. The sound garnered a few glances but, as suspected, they glanced back to what they were doing without concern.

To them, she was nothing more than a troubled child. She was dangerous. A liability and a threat. She didn't belong here. Frankly, she didn't belong anywhere.