Eyes Wide Open [TWD]

°•nineteen•°

"Maggie, did he-" Glenn speaks up as the three of us sit on the floor.

Maggie was wearing my jacket that's a bit tight on her but better than nothing.

"No. No. He barely touched me," she answers quickly and pulls me into her more, "All this time running from walkers, you forget what people do and what they always do."

I rest my head against her chest and finally stop arguing with myself whether to tell them or not.

"Glenn," I whisper, tears already building into my eyes.

"Hmm?" He hums softly from where he's rubbing my back.

"You asked how I got here.. I was running off the farm. I was getting chased by a few walkers. A guy saved me but I passed out," I breathe in shakily and Maggie begins running her fingers through my hair.

"When I woke up I was in this old cabin. More like a shack. With a man. His name was Guillermo," I say looking over to Glenn.

He doesn't seem to put the pieces together so I continue.

"I think it was the same one from the nursing home. The ones that took you hostage. He said his camp was attacked by people just like Daryl said. He was with his friend's grandmother. I'm pretty sure it was the same person," I explain and the realization sets in on Glenn.

"I stayed with him for a couple weeks. Then they found us. I- I think they killed him," I almost sob out.

Although it was only a couple weeks, I'd really grown to care for the man.

"Then, they brought me here. There's more to it. Other stories. Camps that were attacked by people. Lone survivors coming back, giving information about their camps and then dying," I slowly let the tears out.

"Oh my god," Maggie mutters and turns her whole body to me, pulling me into her as tightly as she can. I bury my face in her neck and cry so hard my body rattles.

"Baby I'm so sorry," she apologizes, her chest now booming with sobs.

Glenn makes it to his knees and pulls the both of us in his arms. I can't find the rest of the words to explain what that day was like and how it still hurts to remember. I just stay buried in my family's arms and allow myself to do what I haven't done.

Cope with it.

All this time I've killed every emotion I could feel and played myself as numb. I put on a ploy to avoid breaking down. But now that I'm in the comfort of the two people I trust more than God himself, I allow myself to feel.

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"You said ten people," I sniffle after we've sat here for God knows how many hours.

"Jade, we shouldn't talk about it right now," Maggie whispers as I now lay with my head in her lap.

"Why not? We don't know what's coming next," I say back.

"Us, Rick, Carl, Daryl, Carol, Hershel, Beth, two prisoner's we met when we got to the prison. They're names are Axel and Oscar. And the newest addition, just a baby," Glenn answers.

I can only bite my lip as my eyes can't physically cry anymore.

"M- my dad. When?" I will myself to ask.

"The night of the farm. He attacked Rick and Rick didn't have a choice," Glenn whispers.

I shut my eyes tightly and take a deep breath. I clench my left fist, imagining my scar from the day of our fight. Now known as one of the last conversations I ever had with my father.