"I can't take it anymore", you thought to yourself, "I can't do it." You've done nothing but cry and scream but it's like no one ever hears a thing. I snuck into the medical unit last night while my boyfriend Carl was sleeping, we had an argument, so he didn't even care that you were leaving your cell, or either he just didn't notice. But anyhow, you stole a high dosage of Xanax's from the medical unit. You tried so hard not to let your depression and disorders get the best of you, but it's been so long since you've had medicine to help control you, and you can't take it anymore. You open the bottle of pills, "I can do this." You say, before swallowing almost the whole bottle. You remember getting light headed but you don't remember passing out, the last thing that you remember is seeing Carl running towards you, coming by your side.
Carl's POV.
"She's been out a couple of days, I had to take her to Hershel. We had to flush the pills out of her system, I don't see how she could have done such a thing. If she loved me, then why'd she leave me?" I thought, crying. "I love her, does she love me?" "Carl!" I hear Hershel yelling for me. I run to him as fast as I can. "She's awake." He said. I walk into her room and I'm terrified of rejection.
Your POV.
"I'm sorry, Carl. I do love you, I do. I just freaked. We were arguing, I need medicine to stabilize me, I'm not capable of doing this alone." I said, crying. "Electra, I love you too. I'm sorry for fighting, I'm sorry for pushing you to this." Carl said, crying. "None of this is your fault." I said. I kissed him and smiled. "I'm just glad that I have another chance to live." You said. ❤️
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The Walking Dead Imagines (TAKING REQUESTS). ❤️
Fanfictionhey guys! I'm sorry if these are bad, but I'm new to this, I've read millions of fan fictions and imagines, but this is my first time writing them myself. hope you all enjoy!
