✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
the walking dead | seasons 4 - 8
( carl grimes x fem!oc )
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12/20/20 & 6/17/22 - #1 in chanderriggs
5/26/22 & 1/2...
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IT WAS PROBABLY around three in the morning when Ella woke up, turning to her side and seeing that her sibling, Lizzie, was missing. In mere seconds she jolted up from the bed, her head looking for any possible place she'd be in the cell.
Soon coming to the conclusion that she was really gone from their tiny bedroom, Ella hoped off the top bunk, only to see that her sister, Lizzie's, shoes were missing as well. Quickly tying up her nearby boots, she reached for one of the sweaters placed on the dresser, knowing that the prison got cold in the night, even though it was boiling in the day.
Beginning to walk down the empty halls, not a sound could be heard for the first few minutes. Fear ran through Ella, the possibilities of what happened to her sister ranging from good to bad rather quickly. Very desperately, but somehow quietly, the teen began to search throughout the cell block, only to come back with the same result, that her sister was, in fact, gone. Lizzie really wasn't anywhere to be seen, not even in the nearby bathroom. Her sister had always been a bit odd, compared to others, but she never thought running off in the middle of the night was something she would ever do.
Lizzie had some problems that made her a little different, Ella knew that. Which, in the long run, only made her more worried. Things like panic attacks were a common occurrence in the past, random objects or scenes triggering the terrifying sensation. It was an unfortunate experience that they shared, but lately, it had been her younger sister that was having actual issues with these attacks. It had been awhile since she fell victim to something like that though, but if she was going through one alone, Ella would never be able to forgive herself. She understood what they felt like after all, how shaky breaths would claw up your dry throat, having a tight hold on your neck to the point where breathing was impossible.
Ella wouldn't let Lizzie be alone for something like that, at least, not in the situations where she had the ability to be there.
