Walking Dead: Violetine Collection
Next chapter of my oneshot collection, enjoy.
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Saviour
The stillness of the night was broken by the sharp gasps of breath, the writhing which made the worn bedsprings squeak. The distressed blonde lying in the bed moaned as she was once more plagued by nightmares, plagued by the memory of that devastating moment that Clementine, the girl she loved, the girl she had been so sure loved her back, had saved Louis from being taken by the Delta instead of her. It had led to so much, too much for her brain to cope with at the moment, but still the images came, in a rush, blurring together until she jerked awake as they exploded.
'Exploded, like the boat, like...like Clem tried to warn me and I blew her off, I was so...brainwashed I never even...' Her mind raced.
Even now awake, seated upright in her bed, gripping the sheets tightly, she couldn't shake the mental images from her nightmare. But then, if those images were gone, what good would it do, she'd be left with just the blackness of the room. Thanks to that bomb her right eye was ruined, half the time she was scared to change her bandages in case she discovered it wasn't actually there anymore, even after constant reassurances that it was. Her left eye was only marginally better, she could still see, but her vision was compromised, bad enough during the day, at night, she might as well be totally blind.
She felt the extra weight on the bed, the hands gently taking hold of her upper shoulders as she gripped the bedsheets tightly again, trembling, she could feel the other person's forehead pressed against her own. Even with her compromised vision, she knew who it was.
Only one person held her like that, when she was trying to keep it together, despite the tears threatening to fall.
She sniffled. "Clem?"
"I'm here, I'm here." The girl whispered softly.
But despite herself Violet felt the memories boil back to the surface. She tried to pull out of Clem's grip.
"Vi..."
"Why." She snapped, despite her shaking voice. "We were, you said you loved me."
"I do." Clem replied at once.
"But you didn't save me."
There was silence after that, until Violet couldn't take any more and broke it.
"I needed you then and you didn't save me. Fuck, I know it's selfish, they would've taken Louis then too and done god knows what to him, but...but…?" The words just came spilled out, as did the tears.
She felt Clem's hands moving from their place on her shoulders, one cupping her cheek, below the bandage wrapped around her head, covering her right eye. The other brushing away tears from her uncovered eye, touching the burn scars that remained around her eyes.
'How can she not be disgusted by that, I know I am.' Violet thought.
Her self-loathing was brought short by Clem's delicate kiss to her cheek before speaking.
"I wish I could answer you Vi, I wish I had a good and proper answer to explain myself for saving Louis and not you." She said. "But the fact I don't...nothing I say can fix what's happened and we can't possibly know what might have happened otherwise."
Violet let out a shuddering gasp. "What were you even thinking?"
"To tell the truth. I wasn't, I just...reacted, it was only after the fact I realized what had happened, what it had cost...and I hated myself for it." Clem revealed.
"Clem..."
She let go of the blankets and tried to reach for Clementine, who helpfully moved into Violet's arms. They held each other tightly and Violet finally let go of the rancour in her heart.
"Stay with me tonight."
Clem tightened her grip. "Of course."
They both lay down, Violet feeling calm and at peace with herself, for the first time since the explosion.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.