I do not own The Walking Dead or any of its characters
Anne Marshall belongs to me
"Tag! You're it!"
I smile as I run after two boys. One has dark brown hair and the other has black hair.
"Haha! Catch us if you can, Anne!" the raven haired boy exclaimed gleefully.
I ignored the glares from the other kids at the playground.
I was actually having fun...
I let out a laugh as I chase the two boys.
The brown haired boy looks over his shoulder and smiles at me. I find myself smiling back.
Suddenly, I trip over a rock and fall on my face.
"Ouch..." I muttered as I pushed myself up.
But... the two boys are gone... Like they just vanished into thin air...
The smile left my face.
"Dylan? Chase? Where are you?"
Just then, my eyes snap open and I groan at the bright light.
I wearily look around my room. I smile when I see my guitar sitting in a corner of the room.
Man... my guitar is one of the only things I can comfort myself with...
I then remember the dream.
Chase and Dylan... those two were the only, and I mean ONLY kids in town that were nice to me. They'd protect me from bullies. We played with each other almost every day.
Until they didn't show up that day...
I was running to the playground to meet up with them, but they were never there... when the neighborhood kids noticed they were gone, they immediately resumed picking on me.
I sighed. That was two years ago...
I push these thoughts out and throw on a dark blue T-shirt with jeans. Seeing my bandanna on my desk, I grab it and tie it back over my eye. I then head downstairs, seeing my Mom and Dad in the kitchen.
The TV is on. Some news reporter is talking about a virus...
I shake my head and turn to the door. "I'm heading out..."
"Uh huh..." Dad muttered. "If you're late again, don't you dare make another lie." warned my mother.
I scowl before I head out the door.
Please let it be a good day...
I shove my hands into my pockets, keeping my head low. I hear the typical taunts and jeers aimed at me, but I try to ignore them.
I soon reach a TV store when something catches my eye.
I stop and turn to a TV in a display case as a news report is broadcasted.
"A strange virus has broken out. Many have been affected by this. The symptoms are pale skin, foaming at the mouth, coughing up blood, and incoherant moaning. If you see anyone that has these symptoms, contact your local hosptial immediately."
What...?
"What kind of virus is this?" I ask myself.
"Whaddya know? Cyclops can read!"
Oh, come on...
I turn to my right and see two of my tormentors from yesterday.
"Of course I can." I retort with a frown.
One of the boys smirk before they step up to me and shove me to the ground.
"OW!" I exclaim. "What was that for?!"
The boy smirked cockily. "One, you're a freak, and two, because I felt like it."
He then spat on me and high-fived his friend as they laughed cruelly at me before walking away.
I push myself off the ground and wipe the spit off me.
"Why don't they stop?" I ask aloud.
Why do they never leave me alone?
Will it ever stop?
Probably not...
The sun is now setting.
I find myself backing away from a few bullies as they corner me.
Again...
"Guess we didn't hit you hard enough yesterday, huh?" the leader asks. "Those bruises healed yet? Why don't we give ya some more!"
I growled. "Just go away! Leave me alone!"
He punches me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me.
I hunch over as I cough, trying to regain my breath.
"Make us!"
He then grabs my left arm and holds it up, showing a scar going from my shoulder to my elbow. My eye widened and he smirks.
"Ah, I remember when we gave you this. How about we give you another one?!"
NO!
I jerk my arm out of his grasp.
I remember when I got this. It was about a year ago... the leader here backed me against a wall and beat me until I was on the ground. He then took a knife and dragged the sharp part of it down my arm.
Just remembering it makes me hiss in pain...
I feel my anger begin to build up as I glare at him.
Before I can even stop myself, I reel my hand back and slap him hard across the face.
I pant as I glared at him harder. He stumbled back from the sudden blow.
I look down at my hand, the one I had slapped him with.
That felt good...
"Did she just-?!" one of the boys asked.
"Oh, now she's gonna get it!"
The leader regained his footing and glared at me fierecly. "You're dead."
He then punched me in the face, harder than he did yesterday. Before I can even recover, he kicks my shins and then kicked me in the stomach hard, knocking the wind out of me yet again. He then grabbed my by my shirt, reeled his fist back, and struck me again.
I spit out blood.
Gotta... fight... back...
I clench my fist and sock him straight in the jaw, sending him staggering back.
Shakily getting back to my feet, I start to run away.
"You little bitch!" he roared. "GET HER!"
His cronies started darting after me, but I got a head start.
I duck around a corner and knock over a trashcan, causing them to trip and land flat on their faces. I look over my shoulder and smile victoriously. Heh... dumbasses...
I hear them groan with frustration as I keep running.
Serves you right for what you did to me...
Once I know they're no longer after me, I change my run to a walk as I slowly, and slightly painfully, head home.
