Lost (Carl Grimes love story; Completed)

Chapter 5

2 years later: 15 years old

YES I'M STILL ALONE!!!

I think I'm 15 but I don't really care anymore, I stopped keeping track on my calendar a long time ago.

I sit down in my little tent and reach under my pillow. I feel around until I feel the cold metal touch my skin.

I grab it and look at my wrist, looking at the old and new scars. I run my finger over them tearing up. I finally put the blade on my wrist, put pressure and drag. I watch the beads of blood get thicker as my heart starts pumping faster. I continue across my arm up and down. Yes I self harm, almost everyday. I just can't take it anymore.

I most likely lost everyone I love, I have nothing really to live for. I've been cutting for about a year now. My blade is my only friend.

5 minutes later I was bleeding like crazy. I go down to the river that's not far from my tent and start washing my arm off.

Oh it stings real bad... Then the growls came.

"Shit" I whispered. I ran to a big rock and look to see how many scratchers there were. Almost 30. The lucky thing is that they weren't going to my tent but the bad thing is that they were walking in my direction.

I had my gun and knife, but I couldn't take them all out by myself. I grab my knife and hold it up close to me, my arm is still bleeding a bit and soon they will smell it.

I squeeze my eyes together and hold my breath. I heard the moans getting louder and louder and louder as they got closer.

They were really close now cause it sounded like the scratchers were right behind the rock. Then there was a snap. Like someone stepped on a branch in the distance. All the scratchers started walking towards the noise. I peeked out and saw a deer looking up and running off, the walkers still following it.

I let out a big sigh when I could no longer see the scratchers anymore. I got up and ran to my tent.

Out of breath I sat down and looked at my arm. The blood is now all scabbed up and gross and the scars are raw and pinkish red.

I got up and put on a long sleeve worn out shirt since it was going to be a little chilly tonight. I grabbed my knife put it beside me and eventually fell into a restless sleep.