Chapter 32

"Brandon stop!" Rick said.

I stopped crying and looked up. Rick, T-dog, Dale, Andrea, and Glenn were trying to hold him back. Maggie, Lori, Carol and Carl were pulling Anthony off Shane. I stood up and Daryl held onto me. I looked at him and nodded to tell him I was alright. He let me go and I walked past everyone to where Shane was picking himself up from the ground. I stared at him.

"If you're gonna hit me go ahead. I don't care what color your eyes are!" He snapped.

I looked at Daryl and his eyes widened.

"Pitch black." He said.

I looked back at Shane and I knelt down so I was eye to eye with him. I grabbed his chin so he could not look away.

"No amount of beating I can give you would ever be enough for what you have done. What you have taken from me. Chris was my brother even if not by blood. He was the first person I ever talked to ever listened to. He, Anthony and Brandon were the first people I ever opened up to. Trusted! You can make up any story you wish! I know what you have done! I see it in your eyes! You left him to die! I wish I had never laid eyes on you. You disgust me and are a disgrace to this world. I hope one day you feel just as much pain as you have given to me! I despise you more then anyone will ever imagine!" I spat.

I let him go and then I stood up and walked back over to Daryl.

"Ain't gonna ask if yer okay. I know that answer." He said.

I wrapped my arms around him and hid my face in his chest. He led me away and we sat down under the tree. No words were passed between us. A little while later Maggie came over to me.

"Prue?" she asked.

I looked up at her but said nothing. She knelt down in front of me.

"I am so sorry. I know what it's like losing someone you love. It's never easy…..but we're all here for you. If you ever wanna talk….you know where to find me." She said.

I could not bring myself to smile. But I was grateful for her kind words.

"Thank you Maggie. That means a lot to me." I said.

She smiled and nodded. As she walked away I looked at Daryl.

"I love you Daryl."

"I love you." He said.

I rested my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. The wind blew against me and I started sing my song.

White grows the lily, Red grows the rose

Here lies my lassie, look how she grows

One day she'll leave me

To cross shadowed seas

Pray god protected her

Keep her safe with me.

"Didn't know ye could sing." He said.

"I never do anymore." I murmured.

"Ye should. Ye sound like an angel."

I felt a small smile crawl onto my face.

"What song is that?"

"I know not. It is one I have always known." I said.

"I like it."

I looked up at him. He smiled at me and I gave him a light kiss and then lay down across his lap.

"Will this ever end? I know it is a foolish question to ask but I must." I said.

"I got no clue darlin'. Doubt anyone does. But we're gonna get through it together. I ain't gonna let ya die. We're gonna live to see this world go back te normal." He said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I shall hold you to that." I whispered.

I found it relaxing to be there with Daryl. But of course every relaxing or peaceful moment had to be ruined.

"Prue! Daryl!"

We both stood up and went running to the others. They had brought back yet another survivor. This one was a woman around my age. She had long dark red hair and bright green eyes and ivory skin. She was thin and did not appear to be very strong.

"She was trapped in the school. She isn't infected." Rick said.

Shane walked forward to her and I saw plain fear in her eyes. I jumped in front of her and Shane stopped. I turned and looked at her.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She nodded.

"My name is Prue Dixon. How are you called?" I asked gently.

"…Eveleen." She whispered.

I smiled.

"It is a beautiful name. Irish if I am not mistaken. Meaning beauty?" I asked.

She smiled small and nodded.

"Do you want them to know your name?"

She nodded. I nodded and the looked at everyone else.

"Her name is Eveleen." I said.

They nodded and then I turned back to her.

"Do you speak Irish?" I asked.

"Can you?" She asked.

I smiled and said,

*"Go deimhin is féidir liom."

She smiled and then looked over my shoulder and then back at me.

*"Sin fear ... a rinne sé cad a dúirt tú. Clé do chara." She whispered.

This did not surprised me. However it helped me to know that now I had a witness.

"Thank you…for telling me this." I said.

She nodded and then she looked over at Anthony. I watched as their eyes locked and I held back the smile.

"His name is Anthony. We have been friends since we were small children. He is a good man and loyal friend." I said.

She gave him a small smile and he smiled right back at her. I gave her a little push towards him and smiled as she walked over to him. Then Andrea came over to me.

"Prue….it's Brandon." She said.

I followed her to his tent and found him sitting there staring at the ground.

"Brandon?"

He didn't answer and he did not look at me.

"Brandon I know you are upset. I am too. We lost Chris! Nothing will ever make that alright. But we cannot let the grief control us! You are not the only one who lost him. We all did!" I said.

He looked at me slightly but still did not utter a word. I sighed and shook my head. I looked at Andrea apologetically and then walked away. Nothing I said or did would convince him and I knew that. He needed time….hell we all did. This world was taking everything away from us too quickly. The loss of Chris had changed me. An everlasting pain had engraved itself in my heart and I knew I would never be rid of it. No amount of walkers I killed would ever avenge this loss.

* Indeed I do

* That man he did what you said. He left your friend.