Crossing the line part 2

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I'm a nervous wreck and I'm turning to my old ways, Violence is definitely the main ones. Dan always calmed me when I was getting to that point again, but now that he's gone (and no I'm not afraid to say that he has gone). I'm at breaking point and this kid should fear for his life.

Hit after hit, after scratch after scratch everything felt better, but I knew it wasn't.  My mumbling soon began. "Why, why, why......he didn't deserve this...its all my fault."

"You shouldn't blame yourself for your boyfriends stupid mistakes." The kid's hash voice filled my ears. "You're right it's not my fault, its yours." I pointed my finger towards his bloody face.

"Hit me all you want, it isn't gonna change anything and you know that." he spoke again. I knew hitting him wouldn't bring back Dan, but I also knew cowering in the corner wasn't an option. I bowed my head down in shame, shame of what I am becoming. I picked up the knife on the side of the wooden table beside me. The boy showed some fear in his eyes that I knew he was wanting to hold back. I walked towards his squatting down in front of him. Cutting his bounds I gave him the knife. "Kill me too." I whimpered out. The boy looked at me in shock.

Carl's POV:

What had I done, someone else dead at my hands. This girl was a wreck because of me and now she was asking me to kill her. "What?"

"Kill me please...it's, it's better than being here like this." She said beginning to weep. I held the knife in my hands. 'I could do this, I could kill her and then get out of here. I thought, but that would mean another death and I don't think I could kill someone like this. I stood up placing the knife on the side table from where she got it from. she was now crouched down, holding her frail self. I bent down to her level. I placed my hands over her shoulders, holding her still. "Just end it, end me, let me see him again." She cried.

"I could never." I said, I pulled her up. "I'm sure he wouldn't be happy if you died like this." I said. Her small body was shaking, I soon started to take in her features. Her short shoulder length hair was a silvery blonde. She had a small sloped nose and light green eyes as her tears made them lighter. "Please...pp."

"Shhhhh." I said trying to calm her. Maybe not all of Negan's followers are bad, but not everyone is good either. She collapsed into my arms, her pale skin was cold as it brushed mine. She needed someone right now, someone who could look after her, someone to help her though her breaking point. "I shouldn't do this, but come with me, come with me, escape with me." She looked up at me in shock and then fear.

"I can't I'm Negan's." She said

"What do you mean?" I asked concerned, she began to shake her head. I couldn't quite understand her small mumbles. "He owns me, I owe him my life." She said

"No person can be owned." I told her.

"You don't know Negan, when he wants something, he'll get it and he'll never let it go." Her voice was laced with fear. "Was your boyfriend- "

"Yes, we both were, Negan saved us from a group, they had a big get up and our group we were in tried to take them, but we lost so we ran getting lost, but a herd found us and there he was. He made us beg for help, Dan nearly died. So we begged and now he owns us."

Her story seemed familiar, then I understood. "You're a wolf?" I said. She looked up at me.

"Yes, I was a wolf."

"Then you....you killed my people." I stuttered. She looked up at me and I pushed her away. I threw away all my thoughts from before, grabbing at the knife and pointing it at her. "You killed so many of my people...you're a monster!" I shouted. my rage built up in me. I lunged towards her feeling her body jolt forwards. Blood on my hands once again. Her eyes were still and wide, her mouth was a gape and all she said was "Thank you."

A/N:

This one was more of enemies to friends to enemies again, I didn't think the story was really going anywhere in terms of love so I made this. Sorry if you were looking forward to El and Carl falling in love, but I didn't think that was the characters parts.

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