Nine Years and Now You're Here - A Fear The Walking Dead Fanficfion (Nick Clark X OC)
Chapter One
Nine Years in the Making
** Welcome to my Fear The Walking Dead Fanficfion! My OC's name is Tasha, and this first chapter is mainly back story into how she knows the Clarks, and what her situation is before the outbreak. I hope you all enjoy, make sure to leave a review/feedback to let me know what you think! **
Most days I felt like I was drowning. All of the emotions running through my brain at eighteen, the hormones, the teen drama, all of it consumed me. Just like him.
When my parents and I moved the States, I was 5. We lived in a calm neighbourhood with a lot of children my age; As an only child, I was terrified of being an outcast in a neighbourhood full of new people to know. The new kid on the block, so to speak.
As weeks passed, I became more aware of my new surroundings. Across the street from my house lived a family of four, a father, mother, daughter and brother, both around my age.
On a hot day in the summer heat, I was sitting on the front lawn, colouring on the sidewalk with my purple chalk. My parents were across the street talking to the Clarks, but I stayed back, preferring my own company. That is until I met Alicia and Nick.
My hands were stained with a colourful chalk residue as the heat beat down on me. I could hear the screams of children echoing through the streets, and the laughter of my parents and the Clarks. It took me a moment to notice the shadow in front of me, and a small, girly voice speaking. "Hi!"
Little did I know that in that moment I had just met my best friend for life.
Alicia and I were in the same grade. We would play together most days in the summer, and after that we were never really separated. Her older brother, Nick, hung around us a lot, too. They weren't at my house, I would be at their's. Madison, their mother, quickly became like an Aunt to me, while their father became like an Uncle. They were my second family.
The years went by, and with it the closer I became to not only Alicia, but to Nick as well. Nick always confused me, even as the crush I had as a child on him grew, I kept it to myself. He was Alicia's brother, and my friend, and I wasn't going to risk that.
I was eleven when my parents told me their father had died. Nick changed after that. He was a completely different person. He ran away from home, and began digging himself into a hole that Madison couldn't save him from. Rehab after rehab, nothing seemed to help. He was away for months at a time, and eventually I just quit expecting him to show up.
I did all I could to help Alicia grieve for her father. She was confused for a very long time, but I'd like to think I helped her when she needed it most. At times I felt like I was alone through all of it, losing one of my best friends and watching my other struggle through her grief.
Everything was okay for a while. Alicia and I went to high school, became friends with more people and continued to strengthen our friendship through stupid things like truth or dare, shopping and sleepovers. We would spend hours talking about the cute boys in our class', and bitch about the mean girls who wouldn't shut up. Our sisterly bond made me feel like I was on top of the world.
On December 15th, 2014 my entire life was flipped upside down.
All I could see for a long time were bright lights and blurred faces. My thoughts dulled by a sharp throbbing pain radiating throughout my body. I looked down slowly, blood oozing from a wound in my abdomen. "Mom?!" I screamed out, thrashing about the gurney trying to spot my parents. "Dad?!"
What I saw, was something no child should ever see.
Both of my parents' bodies were mangled in a way I could only describe as hell on earth. I knew in that moment, that they were already gone.
The funeral was a small gathering, a few of my parents friends that I didn't know, and Madison, Alicia, and somehow, Nick.
I didn't notice him at first. I didn't notice anyone as the rain began to fall on my parents coffins. Everyone else had left, and I stayed behind to give one final farewell to my parents. Except when the moment came, I couldn't find the words to speak, or even the thoughts to think. All I could focus on was the pitter-patter of rain falling around me.
"I didn't think you'd show up." My voice was quiet, almost a whisper as I spoke.
Nick walked by me, setting a flower on my parents grave. He turned to look at me after a moment, a soft expression on his face. "I'm sorry about your parents, Tash."
I gave a small nod, slowly looking up to meet his gaze. For the first time in months I was able to look at him. He looked terrible, his hair was a mess, he had dark circles under his eyes and his clothes were ripped at the ends. But he showed up when I needed him, and that was enough for me.
Nick walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. "It'll be alright. I'm here, okay? My mom, Alicia – we're all here for you, Tash."
My body shook slightly as I nodded, my chest feeling heavy as I wrapped my arms around him. "My parents are dead, Nick." My voice cracked as I tried to hold back the tears. "They're gone and I don't know what to do!"
Nick pulled back far enough to look at my face. He pushed my hair away, a small, sad smile on his face. "For a long time you'll have to live day by day. Some days, like today, are going to be the worse , others will be better. Over time the worse days become less, and the good days will become more. All you can do is try."
