The Engineer

Chapter 9 - The Angel

Clem: Shh..shh..it's okay...just breathe, okay?

I pull away from the hug and my breathing starts returning to normal.

You: Y-y-yea, yea...okay...thank you, Clem.

Clem: Of course, it's what I'm here for.

You: Lets-uh...lets go back to the school.

I say as I stand up. I hold my hand up for Clem and she leans onto me and we...get a little close...

You: Oh, uh...sorry..I-i didn't mean-

Clem: N-no, no, it's okay.

I put her arm around my neck and lead her to her crutches.

You: Jeez, did you just chuck your crutches or something?

Clem: Oh uh, heh. Yea..I just got worried about you as all..

I try not to blush and grab her crutches while still holding her. I hand them to her and we start heading to the school.

10 Minutes Later

The walk there was a bit awkward, i could feel Clem glancing at me at times, but I just ignored it...what she asked me wasn't the best thing ask. Even if she's cute.

Once we got to the school I turn around after we got passed the gates to look at Clem.

You: Hey so, I'm gonna be in the dorms to clear my mind a bit.

She seems to be caught off guard at the fact that I'm talking to her now

I could tell Clem looked a bit down. I'm assuming its from the situation in the woods..

Clem: Y-yea, no problem...

I turn around and start to walk towards the dorms when I hear Clem.

Clem: You aren't mad at me, are you?

I stop

You: Um...I'll be fine Clem, I just need some rest.

I start to walk but then stop again to say one more thing.

You: But please, don't ask me that again.

I leave towards the dorms and set everything down on the ground.

I crash onto the bed with my hands in my eyes as my lip starts quivering.

You: Fuck...

I say with a shaky breath.

I then grab the pillow and cry myself to sleep.

I slowly gain vision to realize that I'm...back...at the house, my old house.

You: Oh no, no no no no no...

I say as I slowly start backing up only to feel something stop me from behind.

I turn around.

You: O-oh my-...Dad?

He steps forward and I look at his face. It's lifeless, not like a walker, but just pale and no pupils. His white eyes digging into me.

I keep backing up as he keeps getting closer.

You: D-dad, what are you doing?

Dad: It's your fault, Y/N, your fault..

You: Dad, p-please! you know I lov-

I feel something stop me and I turn around.