Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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SKYE

The rumble of the van shook against my cheek as I leaned on the window with solitary thoughts. My face was partially wet, liquefied from sweat and silent, bitter tears that I allowed to flow down my cheeks with lost innocence. My elbow sat against the window frame and I rested my chin in my palm wearily. I allowed my blonde, tangled hair to blow without care in front of my eyes as the wind from another open window blustered it through my vision. I'd stayed in the same seating position since the bus first roared to life.

Glenn's contagious laughter and Maggie's comforting voice swirled through the air over Abraham and Rosita's conversation, filling the bus with a full sense of company and life, but I never felt as alone and isolated as I did in my seat alone with my unforgiving thoughts.

I was clocked out of reality. For I did not want to face it.

My mind was a mess; for every thought linked back to what I was leaving behind. My hopes, my heart, my strength, my happiness, and my peace remained back at the worthy church that I had distanced myself from because of a mission that was a shot in the dark. There was no substance or proof behind going to D.C except Eugene's faulty claims - what Glenn, Tara, and Maggie and I were being forced to take a part of and believe in - and every second the wheels of the cursed bus turned and carried me farther away from where I longed to be, where I needed to be, I felt myself falling apart more and more. I mean, what was I even leaving for?

I did not know what to do; but it wasn't like I had an option to do anything.

"Hey, Skye?" A familiar and comforting voice shifted me out of the heavy thoughts that strapped my attention. I leaned back from the window, removing my hand as my resting place, and shifted my blue gaze to see Tara. Her chocolate eyes flashed with a soft kindness and she pushed out a nearly empty water bottle. "You look a little pale. Drink it. You can have the rest. There isn't a lot left anyways."

I licked my dry lips and managed, by unknown strengths within me, to smile and take the dirty water container. I unscrewed the cap and dumped the rest into my mouth, following her orders and finishing it off, though not feeling anywhere near satisfied.

"You feelin' okay? You haven't said a word the entire hour." She said, slight concern lacing her words as I handed the water bottle back. I shrugged, weakly shifting over my empty, two seated space to get closer. I lodged my legs in between my seat and her's so we faced each other between the two bus seats.

"I just don't feel very well. I get a little car sick. All the movement and heat I suppose." I tried to muster an excuse for why I looked ill, but the real reason simply was I was devastated on our recent departure. My hand nervously rubbed the back of my clammy neck.

Tara was quiet for a few moments, looking over my features curiously with a sisterly sort of concern. Her eyebrows laced together in thought and the soft brown in her eyes seemed to glimpse a shade darker, the brown having a knowing look in the mahogany depths as it blended naturally with her tanned skin. Tara knew exactly what was keeping me from conversation and communication; I could see the hidden knowledge in her eyes.

Then, after a few deep moments of thoughtful silence, the dark headed woman placed a hand on my knee in a comforting manner and squeezed it.

"I know that you didn't want to leave. Your family; Rick and Carl, really, they're back there. I know that it had to hurt." Tara said quietly, trying to prevent anyone in the bus from hearing. "And... I know it's none of my business, but I saw how things went down with you and Carl when we left. And I'll tell you something. from my past girlfriend and our relationship, the anger is out of care for you. He didn't mean that. The walking away first and not hugging. I saw all of it, but seriously kid, don't worry."