Carls POV~
I'm just siting here. Thinking, I have no more tears. It been one day, one day. I'm falling apart. I'm thinking of all our memories, and ones I had hoped to be made. I just didn't push anything, I didn't ask her, I jut always thought we'd have more time. I put I much hope. I let down my walls. All of a sudden, mind you I'm almost across the prison, I hear yelling. It's my dad.
"Hershal! Hershal!" They seem to have it under control. Then he seems to be talking to someone, obviously stressed, because I can still hear him. "Carl! Carl! Carl needs to see this." Then I hear footsteps, and see Daryl.
"I don't know what it is, but yer dad told me it's importan' an urgent, that I Gould get ye then go see it." I nodded and got up, lifeless. This seemed as bad as moms death. I feel dead inside. We enter the cell block and everyone's gathered around one cell. and I mean everyone. Me and Daryl head to the cell and begin to hear fierce coughing, we make our way around everyone and I drop to my knees, as does Daryl. Zoey.
Zoey?
Zoey.
Zoey!
ZOEY!
ZOEY!!!
I crawl over to her and hold her hand. Her hands are so cold, and her breathing a shaky, I'm just now realizing her condition. She's pale, weak, sick. She's seems awful, she's also asleep.
I sit there all night. all frigin' night and she's still not up. But she's alive and that's all I can ask for. I just keep wondering, if I had asked that question would she have gone on thaalt run.
Zoeys POV~
I was having a dream, well rather a night mare. I was in my house, my old shitty house. And he was in front of me, and around me, there was like twenty five of them. He unbuckled his belt and slipped it off. He slowly walked toward me, leaving me cowering back into the wall. I heard a loud smack and a sharp stinging pain in my left arm. And when I looked it was only him, just one of him. I realized that I'm still in my gear for the shithole called life. I took my knife out and went for him, something was holding back my wrist keeping me from getting him. Nothing was there, so i brought my hand foward. It gave a gash to his left arm, and now his face was red and he was pissed. So i stabbed again, and again, and again.
"You douche bag, you insane mental phsyco! What kind of father are you?! Fucker, idiotic, alcholic, good for nothing, asshole, empty hearted, BASTARD!!! Geuss what? People like me. People love me. MY boyfriend loves me. B UT YOU HAD TO BE SO FUCKING DRUNK WE HAD TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE THAT DAY!!! GO BUY A MOVIE! DYLAN WAS THE FIRST TO GO, AND WE GOT SPLIT UP! BECAUSE OF YOU! BECAUSE OF YOU; DYLAN IS DEAD, JAY IS DEAD, I DONT KNOW WHERE THE FUCK JENNY IS! AND ITS ALL YOUR FUCKING SORRY ASSES FAULT!!'' By the end of my rant he was dead, no doubt.
"But you wanna know the worst part?" I quietly whispered. "They love me, and im running out of concealer and foundation."
Carls POV~
She was yelling, going on about some dickhead. Then she started having a seizure. I started crying i cant bare to see her like this. But then she stopped; motionless, i started sobbing, i almost had her back. But then i heard a breath, the most beautiful breath ive ever heard, i turned back to her and cupped her face.
"Z-zo-z- zoey?"
"Im back." She smiled.
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FanfictionZoey, was alone for two years. Two years in this shithole. She had recently escaped a camp. When she comes across a group. She knew love is weak and survival is all she should care about, but she didn't seem to care after she met a boy. She cared an...
