i was honestly so nervous when i first wrote and posted it because i was afraid readers would turn away before giving it a chance but everyone who stayed ended up loving it so i truly appreciate all those taking this journey. the end is worth it!!!
if you'd like further proof, go read the comments on the last three chapters <3
just trust the process
anyways back to your scheduled programming
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
╚═══════════════╝
H E R
Positive.
I had never given the word much thought before, it never occurred to me that it could mean the difference between life and death. To be positive about something meant you were certain, with no shadow of a doubt.
And sitting on the floor of Maggie and Glenn's old bathroom, I was positive that I was an idiot and positive that it would be the death of me.
Suddenly I was banging the back of my head against the wall. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered between each collision, my breath reaching that of hyperventilation. "God damn it!" The words came out in a near screech.
Everything was falling apart. I wasn't even making an effort to keep it together anymore. This was shit, I was shit, everything was absolute shit. And it was all my fault. It was always all my fault.
It was a total disgrace. An abomination. A product of absolute immaturity and carelessness.
I wish they'd killed me at Terminus. Bashed my skull in and drained my blood into that metal trough. I wish Glenn had never been able to get my heart to restart after that failure of a run. I wish that I was the one who got caught in the revolving door instead of Noah. Of all the times I should have died and didn't, when I was stupidly grateful to have survived, and now this. I wish something had come along and offed me a long time ago.
My life was over. Destroyed. The thought of ending everything in that moment looked welcoming once more, as this was going to kill me anyways.
And what about Carl?
Oh, God. Carl.
Suddenly, I was running barefoot out of the house and down the sidewalk. All the incriminating evidence stuffed in my sleeve.
