𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐱. carl grimes

SEVEN: a black eye

I felt my face go red and my fists clench up. I felt an uncontrollable anger build deep inside me while the father and son continued arguing until I couldn't handle it anymore. I stormed into the kitchen as loud as I could and stood right next to the two until both their heads turned. I could see Carl's face drop in surprise but that didn't stop my anger, it only made it worse.

I started yelling, "What the actual hell Carl! I actually thought you were my fucking friend you son of a bitch. I thought I finally made a friend that was my age but no-"

Rick and Carl's faces went red and I saw their mouth just open and close like fish trying to breathe on land but I just kept yelling.

"You only wanted to be my friend for a damn gun! Do you know how pathetic that sounds? What, are you only being Tyler's friend for a knife and oh Jenna's friend for a damn axe!"

My anger just kept getting worse and worse. At this point I could even feel tears running down my face. I have almost never been this mad in my entire life and I was about to explode.

"I can't believe the level of bullshit this is at! You are a selfish, no good, jackass who thinks they can handle themsleves but in reality is too stupid to live on their own! I hope you burn in hell you asshole!"

Carl just stood there for a little in shock and I stared at him with my fists clenched. It took him a little bit to answer but finally he said, "I didn't mean it like that"

He didn't mean it like that?

At those words I finally exploded, "Oh so you didn't mean it like that!" I yelled as I walked up to the boy and finally punched him in the face. "Just like how I didn't mean that?" I screamed in his face.

I felt hands try to pull me away from the boy but I got another good punch in before the hands managed to pull me away. I turned around to see Rick staring down at me with fear in his eyes.

Was Rick afraid of me?

But I quickly shook off that thought and pushed past him and out the door without even looking back. I ran to the only place I thought I could have privacy, the bathroom. Luckily when I ran in, no one was in there so I ran and sat on one of the benches by the showers.

I can't believe that asshole faked us being friends. Was that late night talk him faking too? Cause that seemed real to me. It seemed like he really did care for me and he wanted to be my friend. Maybe I just wasn't good enough for him. Maybe he saw me as an easy target to manipulate for what he wants. Maybe he was my friend until he realized how terrible I am.

No, this isn't your fault

It was his fault. He was the asshole and he was the physco who manipulated you. Nothing you could've done would have stopped this.

I tried to tell myself these things but there was still a spot in the back of my head telling myself it was my fault. That it was because I was so naive and so desperate for a friend I was willing to overlook the signs.

I sat in the bathroom wallowing in my feelings for a while and eventually fell asleep on the bench. When I woke up I had a terrible pain in my neck and my head hurt from crying. I tried to sit up but a wave of pain passed over my body causing me to lay back down.

"Damn it" I said aloud.

I laid there and rubbed my neck for a bit before trying to get up again. God I would do anything for some ibuprofen right now. I slowly put my feet on the ground and tried to stand up. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me but I powered through it and walked over towards the mirror.