↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠SoItWasTold↞

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June 15th, 2017//Edited

Episode 04x04: "Indifference"

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Chapter 97: ↠SoItWasTold↞

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We fell asleep once again, him and I. In the closet hiding away from the outside world. And every time I woke up crying, the boy just hugged me tighter. Comforting me for he was the one to witness the loss of my child.

Something that is torchuring my soul, and my mind as I await for Daryl to come on back. It's been two days, according to Carl. Not knowing when everything had taken place, I worried for my life when he returns home...Daryl...How the hell am I going to tell him.

I didn't know how I felt about this child, but losing her...Him. It. I feel like I'll never know now.

My body was tired, even if I just woke up. I felt drained, like I could barely move. Not like I wanted to anyway.

"Aurora...Can you read to me again?"
"Maybe later bud....M...Maybe later."
"You said that before."
As I rose my head back on up, I guess I did promise him before. So I leaned myself into the light and tried my best to stick with the story, but in reality. I tried my hardest to not cry another round, to not fall asleep.

He didn't want me reading to him for enjoyment. He wanted me to read because it kept me awake. And in turn saved him from doing the unspeakable deed I asked him about earlier.
I found myself at a low, and I couldn't see anymore more pleasing than putting a gun to my own head. Failing. I failed. My father was right all those years ago. I had failed.

"Carl?!"
My mind jumped, as did the kid's before me. He rose his body up and ran on out the door before I could even come to terms as to what is happening.

"Dad!"
Hearing the calls going over and over again did I worry for my life as to what might happen next.

"Is everyone okay?"
"Blake...She...She-"
"Blake's sick?!"
Hearing the footsteps running closer and closer to me, did I realize that Rick would know before Daryl...

"Blake?!"
He said in the doorway, my back was against one of the filing cabinets in this storage room. Carl had left the door open, and if my body is open to any sort of illness. I might as well claim I have it.

"I...I didn't get the illness. I have something else."
Rick came stumbling in anyway, not caring what the issue might be before slinging down both bags of things to the floor. Pulling my body up bridal style, did he rest me against the small couch.

"I lost it..."
Was all I could mumble out of my mouth, over and over again like a rhythm. My mind was in a haze and I couldn't depict reality from a dream.

"Lost what?...What did she loose?"
"Aurora! Aurora!"
My name sounded again and again as I was slipping back on in and out. Seeing Rick shuffling through the bags did he pull out a bottle of whatever sort of medication he found on his run with Carol.

"Carl, hand me a bottle of water. Some food."
Feeling the pill being inserted into my mouth, along with the bottle connected to my lips. My nose was pinned close making me taking it all in, and at least was there a granola bar within my sight.
"Aurora?"
"She lost the baby dad...Last night, she started screaming in pain...I didn't know what to do! I'm so sorry!"
Was all I heard as I stuffed my face into the in-between of the couch. It was comfy, more comfy than my bed back in the watch tower....

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Waking up by another jolt had me look to my surroundings, seeing a clear mask of sunlight and fog. If it could be categorized by that at the least, turning to my side did I recognize the boy. Patting my head with a damp towel trying to cool down my body's temperature.
"How long was I out?"
"In and out. All day. Feeling better?"
"Yeah...Thank you...for sticking by me."
Another smile was awarded to me by the little boy. That is until the call of his name sounded through the halls once again, why did it sound so familiar to this happening once again.