Part 22

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  We all sat around the campfire. I sat in a open space by myself.

  I looked at my aunt and uncle holding the girls.

  "So, where were you guys before the zombie apocolypse?" Daryl questioned.

  I looked down at the fire.

  "Wait, are we now telling our life stories?" Dawn asked.

  Daryl looked at Rick, then Glen, "Um. I guess so."

  "Okay, well..." Dawn started yo talk.

  "Shut up Dawn. You had the perfect life. You got everything you ever wanted." I continued to stare down at the fire.

  "I'll go." Marie sighed. "My father killed my mother when I was four and I witnessed the whole thing." She lowered her head. "He hid all the evidence and got away with it. I was to petrified to say anything. But, now that he's dead... I rejoice over this accident. He should of been dead along time ago."

  "Since my parents were always pretty much passed out, I had two jobs, just so we could keep the house." Steve told us. "My parents were major drinkers. They didn't know who I was. My mom stopped taking care of me when I was five.  Since then, I've been working and trying to create some kind of connection with them."

  "I was the ‘replacement’ child." David explained with a angery tone. "My sister died a year before I was born. They tryed for another girl, but instead I happened. My mom told me I was the biggest mistake she had ever made. She said that she should of just gotten rid of me."

  "My mother abused me. I never did ANYTHING. I tripped one time and she walked over, grabbed me up by my arm, slapped my face three times, and threw me outside." Cheyanne clutched her fists tightly.

  We looked to Rose for her story. She looked down and shook her head "no."

  "I'm afraid of being loved." I spoke. "I always sat by myself, just so no one would come attatched to me. I was happy when my parents left me in this mess. I don't fell loved and that's what keeps me going. I can't stand knowing that someone might like me or love me. Because, that just leads back to me hurting."

  There was a russling in the bushes.

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