After that. we went out for dinner. I didn't wanna eat that much, so I picked at it. Beth took me to the Bathroom and said "listen, I know your sad about what you did. but you couldn't stop it. it was partly my fault. If I didn't stab him, he wouldn't of shot Carver."
"Beth nothing was your Fault" I said
And then that made me realise that I couldn't stop anything. so she made me feel better. I hugged Beth and we went back to our table. I ate more and just laughed and felt happy again.
When we got home, I was ready for bed. Beth and Daryl are sharing a room. and I'm glad I don't have to hear them talk because our rooms are far apart in the house.
Daryl sent me to bed early because a school was starting and since there were only few child survivors, it was free for now. so tomorrow I start school again. to be honest, I'm really excited to have my child hood back. but I feel like all of the other kids, wouldn't of gone through all the stuff (a/n and THANGGGGS) I went through. I saw other kids they were, protected. a person would look after them and they had no weapon. I'm just scared. or nervous.
