Short Story,probably will end up being a bunch of drabble, on Sophia and her last thoughts before she *sniff* departures from our world. Enjoy .
(disclaimer- TWD doesn't belong to me,nor do its characters)
Sophia Peletier knows fear.
Yes,she also knows happiness,but it rarely dwindled in her short life,so it was like a distant memory,a small inkling in the never reaches of her mind that only makes itself noticeable in the most seldom of times.
But fear.
Sophia knows fear.
No,she knew fear.
She felt fear when her daddy got drunk or mad or both and was screaming at her and her momma. Her earliest memory of fear,quite possibly her earliest memory of her life,was the day she turned five. Her momma woke her up and made her a perfect breakfast. She then braided her daughter's hair,how she liked it,like a princess. They then when ice skating. She never been so happy in her life. Not only was it that,but her momma was happy too,and that was truly sorting special.
When they got home,daddy was there. He said he needed to talk to mamma. She was shaking as she told me to go to my room. I didn't want to.I wanted to stay with her. But daddy yelled,and I he was hollering at momma. I peeked over the corner and was scarred.
My daddy had my momma on the table,bloody fist twist over her bruised face.
She begged him to stop. To not hurt me.
And that's the first time Sophia has ever truly remembered fear. Her momma being beat,but begging for it to be her,not her daughter.
Sophia Peletier never felt safe again.