From Sorrow to Love:Shattered
By rayray00704
A big thanks to Reeduslover3 for being my beta
A Daryl Dixon/ OC love story. Thank you all for reading, please review:) and add me to favorites.
I remembered my home. How I could walk through the house at night and not stub my toes. I remember every creak in the house, but one thing I couldn't remember was which of the light switches went where. I remembered my work, and how you had to lift up on the old microwave door to open it. Or how the fridge door would never fully close unless you pushed hard enough. I remember everything and I regret not remembering enough. Before the whole zombie/walker thing, I was a normal girl. One who loved movies, and hated homework. Yet, here now, I would trade anything to be back in school, to be in a normal place. Yet here I am, in this hell hole of what use to be a world. Yep, this is the life. I had always thought not having to pay for stuff in a world like this would be alright by me, but holy hell was I wrong.
It first came to us in Ohio during the school day. A senior came stumbling in the school feeling ill, it was only a few moments later when he bit a lonely girl who didn't know what he became. I ran like hell to my car, and noticed a couple teachers and students doing the same. I went home first to pack my clothes and other necessities I felt I would need. I also packed my Dads guns. Afterwards, I drove to the hospital to pick up my Momma and sister who were nurses on second shift. When I entered and saw them and their coworkers running around in a panic, I knew whatever this was, it was serious. They told me to leave, that they were okay and that they wanted to help the people who were sick. Momma had told me to go to Georgia, where my nana lived. She had an old farmhouse out in the fields. It was the most horrible thing I ever had to do, to say goodbye to the two most important people in my bawled, I bawled, and then I left.
And that's when I started my drive from Ohio to Georgia. I never traveled as far as I am going now. Near the state line is when I broke down again and cried. Never being an emotional person it broke something inside of me, and I felt alone and heartbroken. I have to admit, I kept to myself most of the time, besides to my family and close friends. I never trusted anyone, most people weren't trustworthy. Instead I spent my time alone, in my room listening to music and daydreaming of the boyfriend I would never have. Or just plain day dreaming about anything and everything. Instead of a best friend at school, mine were my Momma and sister. It killed me to leave them behind, but in this hell hole, I would have to survive. Even if it was without them.
I suffered from depression after my Daddy passed away at the age of forty-one. I was a total Daddy's girl, I was always out fishing, shooting or sitting by the fire in our backyard with him. When he died, I felt like the world was ending. No pun attended, but I went through a terrible part in my life. The emotional and physical scars make me think how lucky I am to be alive, and I wanted it to stay that way. I regret taking my life for granted. I was a spoiled daughter, and I never thanked my parents enough for the wonderful life they have given to me.
Going back to a child, I wasn't spoiled then. I grew up with my Momma having cancer, I was six when it happened. That's why I got so close to my family. I grew up that way. She gave up a big part of her life for the benefit of our family and I never thanked her enough for that. She would've died if she didn't go through chemo. When I was 12, my Dad had his first heart attack and that made our family fall apart. Not in the way where we never talked or anything like that. It was more emotional. Why did bad stuff always happen to our family? That kind of way. And when I was 13, he had another heart attack in June and a mini stroke in August. That point, our family learned to accept what was happening, my Momma said it was God. My Daddy didn't really believe in God, well, I thought he didn't. In August when I was 14, a week after his birthday, Momma found him on the couch, already in the final state. I woke up to my Momma crying and that's when I fell into a shell. It took me till I was sixteen to get out of it.
I'm rambling, and now I'm lost. I always let my mind wander when I drive. Just like at home, I always knew where to go, I just never bothered to remember street names. I was currently out of gas. Why I did never pay attention to this kind of stuff? My GMC Envoy clanked a few times before stopping. Hitting the steering wheel in anger, I took the keys out and got out of the car. Grabbing my bags, and my Daddy's gun bag, I looked around to fields and roads. Just great. Deciding to walk, I made my way into the woods. Having my gun by my side, I kept walking. Hearing a groan, I started to walk faster until I found my way into a clearing. There I saw people. They looked at me, and I looked at them and I felt relief for the first time in ages.