The Youngest Greene (Carl Grimes fan fiction)

Chapter 9

It's been raining non-stop for the past week, because it's not quite cold enough to snow.

I look around my cell that I have changed to my liking. The small dresser has been pushed to the far corner of the room. Curtains hang down from the top bunk to cover the bottom where I sleep.

The bean-bag chair that Glenn got me last week is on the other side of the room, and I have all my pictures taped to the walls. The books that I took from the library are stood up on the dresser.

I still haven't talked to Carl since the whole incident. He's tried to a few more times, but every time I have ignored him. I'm not mad anymore, I'm just upset about it. Everything he said was fake.

I finally role myself out of bed. I quickly brush through my hair and put it half up half down. I put on a light gray cami and some dark high waisted shorts that have a row of silver studs on the sides. I tuck the shirt in. I put a sweater over it, slip my feet into my black flip flops, and I'm done. My clothes perfectly match my mood today.

Rick told me I could have the day off since I've been doing stuff nonstop since everyone came here. And for that I am thankful. I'm pretty much exhausted.

I decide to skip eating breakfast with everyone else and I just grab a mint cliff bar. Honestly, if I have to pretend I don't see or hear Carl one more time I'm gonna scream.

I go in the library, and browse the shelves for a new book. I've pretty much read a fourth of the library already.

I pick up a book that looks promising, curl up on the couch, and begin to read. The book is boring and I'm thirty-six pages into it when the door opens.

I glance up to see who it is, and in walks Carl, his sheriff hat on his head. I keep reading, not acknowledging him at all. I cringe as he sits down on the couch next to me. An awkward silence fills the air.

"Anna, can we please talk about this?" He almost begs me.

That's it. I'm sick of ignoring.

"Why? Everything you say is fake anyway." I say coldly without looking up.

"What you heard that day was me being angry at my dad. I didn't mean anything I said." He says.

"Whatever, Carl." I say, still not making eye contact.

I get up to find a different book, and to my annoyance, he follows me. I go to the back of the library, where I haven't really looked much. One side is a dead end, because the tall shelf is pressed up against the wall. This would be a good place to hide if I ever needed to.

Carl stands beside me as I look at the titles of the books for something interesting. This is really annoying me. I can't even focus with him standing there staring at me. Suddenly it gets to be to much.

"Can I help you with something?" I finally say.

"You could forgive me." He says. For the first time in a week I make eye contact with him.

"Fine. You're forgiven." I say with no emotion in my voice.

"I don't believe you." He says, narrowing his bright blue eyes at me.

"Well good for you." I reply.

I turn back to the shelf and ignore his protests. In my heart I sort of have forgiven him, but I wasn't going to admit that just yet.

I completely block his voice out and keep searching for a book. My eyes land on a book titled, 'The Hunger Games.' I reach my hand out to pick the book up but Carl moves so he is in front of me and the book shelf.