Walking Dead: Unknown Trials

Episode 1: Dawn

Chapter 5 of my Walking Dead story, enjoy.

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Chapter 5

Clementine sighed and bit her lip, worriedly. She fiddled with her light blue jeans, white T-shirt and black jacket. A simple pair of sneakers and her usual blue and white baseball cap finished the look. It had been a few days since she had found out about Violet's issues and she was beginning to get worried.

'Violet didn't turn up for class today...but I definitely saw her this morning, we left the dorm together, had breakfast...' She thought to herself worriedly. 'Did I...yeah, I did see her at lunch, but she barely spoke...not seen her since then, even though we're supposed to be in class together...'

She couldn't shake the disturbing feeling that something was just, wrong. But she just couldn't put her finger on what. At that moment the bell rang, signalling the end of class.

Shaking her head Clem made up her mind. 'I'm gonna head straight back to the dorm, see if Violet's there.'

So, gathering up her things, she left the classroom, didn't even return to her locker to put any of her stuff away. She would later realize that doing that might very well be what changed the outcome of what happened. For when she opened the dorm door, she spotted Violet right away, recognized the ripped jeans and black frayed T-shirt, noted the missing socks and sneakers, then noted something far more horrific.

Violet wasn't moving, she lay on the bed, on her back, completely unmoving. Clem blinked twice, unsure if what she was seeing was real. But then she saw it, on the table by Violet's bed, a note, and beside that, her pill bottles, all empty.

'Holy shit...' Clem realized with dawning horror. 'She...fuck, she OD'd.'

It stuck Clem with horrible clarity that she had just seen, what was clearly, a suicide attempt. She didn't even glance at the note, her mind just went into overdrive as she turned to the panic button by the door and hit it. Within moments several of Ericsons staff, including nurses, rushed into the room and it didn't take long for them to figure out what had happened too. Clem found herself lost in the whirlwind of activity afterwards and by the time she had any real sense of what was going on around it, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, Violet had been taken away to a nearby hospital to have her stomach pumped.

She was seated with two police officers she knew by sight, at least one of them a bit better than that. Both wore the typical uniforms and boots of their job. Although one wore dark blue, the other black. The one clad in dark blue was tall and muscular, with dark skin, short dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and a firm jaw, his name was Andre Mitchell. The other was younger, tall but not quite as muscular, with fair skin, light skin, brown short hair and brown eyes. This one Clem knew a little better, his name was Shawn Greene.

Shawn spoke to her softly.

"Okay Clem, step by step, what happened?" He asked.

She recounted her worries about Violet that day, how she had come straight to the dorm after the last class, finding Violet, hitting the alarm. The whole time Shawn and Andre asked small questions here and there and finally Andre sighed.

"For what it's worth, you may have saved her. If you'd not come straight here, she might've been beyond help." He told her.

Clem just nodded, unsure.

Finally Shawn sighed. "Okay, now we need to more about Violet and what you know about her, your relationship with her, any...issues you might know about?"

Clem knew that this was when things would start to get really tricky, especially if she voiced the suspicions that were currently building in her mind.

Which was how Andre and Shawn found themselves face to face with the angry looking red haired young woman, lounging in her seat, clad in black skinny jeans and a tight green T-shirt, tied in a knot at the end with the express purpose of showing her navel piercing again, she also wore black flats.

"Minerva Leigh, we need to ask you a few questions about your relationship with Violet Adlon, and..." Shawn began.

Minerva glowered at this and reacted belligerently. "Oh what now, let me guess, just because someone saw us arguing they made their own opinions and-"

"For your information Miss Leigh." Andre snapped, not happy with her attitude. "Violet Adlon attempted suicide, so it's in your best interests to cooperate with us."

Hearing that Minerva froze, shock and horror draining the colour from her face. Finally she began to be much more cooperative with the police questioning.

It was like waking from a deep sleep, yet Violet did not want to awaken.

'What, how am I...why am I...I wanted it to end, why am I…?' She found herself wondering. 'It's definitely not...I'm still alive, why?'

Finally opening her eyes she was confronted by the unwelcome sight of a police officer.

"Miss Adlon?" He began softly.

She groaned. "What?"

He shook his head. "We were just waiting for you to wake up, we just wanted to be sure, to hear if..."

"I've got nothing to say." Violet replied quickly. "I mean it, nothing. Just leave me alone."

It was quite clear she was not going to be forthcoming with them, so the police left. Shortly afterwards however, to Violet's dismay, Clementine entered.

"Clementine, what are you…?"

Shaking her head, Clementine sat down. "I'm the one who found you, God Violet, I'm so sorry, if I'd known you were hurting so much..."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Spare me, I don't-"

"I mean it Violet, I would've helped."

"Why." Violet whispered.

She couldn't fathom it, why would anyone want to help her, as meaningless as she was.

"You're my friend." Clementine replied, surprising her. "I care about you...and not just me."

Violet was speechless for a moment, then. "My friend, you...but no, you can't...it's just you, nobody…?"

"Then why is Sarah, Marlon, Brody, Duck and Louis all here, they're worried about you too?" Clementine asked rhetorically.

Violet blinked, she couldn't have heard that right, were they really here, for her.

It turned out Clem had been right, they were there and the revelation that there were people who cared about it shocked Violet. But once the shock had worn off, it energized her. She still required a lot of help and throughout the next two weeks in the hospital, she thankfully received that help. Clementine visited every day while the others visited every other day.

"I...I hate to bring it up." Clem said one visit. "But, was Minerva…?"

Violet sighed. "The way Minerva acts isn't something she can control, she's like a lot of people at Ericsons, mental issues. In her case...Intermittent Explosive Disorder. But yeah, it was wearing on me, but that was only a small part of my problems."

She said nothing else about that, but Clem got the message. Regardless she was thankful for Clem's support and each day that passed grew her attachment to life a little more. Finally, at the end of the two weeks, Violet felt ready to return to Ericsons again, to return to life.

End of chapter, rather unfortunate circumstances, but with a bit of hope at the end, read and review please.