I Promise (Carl Grimes)

I'm Sorry

Carls POV:
How could I let myself do that? How could I let her do that? Lizzie I mean. I haven't seen Brooke in two weeks, and when I finally do she just had to see that. Ugh. I didn't even get a chance to hug her fragile body, kiss her perfect, plump lips. The moment I've been waiting for for two weeks, ruined. All because of one little girl. She should have died along with her parents, and I don't regret saying that. My dad walked in, keeping me from my deep thoughts. "Why?" He asked. "Why what?" I responded harshly. "You wanna rephrase that?" He asked just as harshly. I didn't even get a change to speak before he said, "What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? Carl, I know I haven't been the best parent, but I know for a fact I taught you better than this. I am very disappointed in you. And what about Brooke? How do you think she feels? I thought you said you loved her?" My father shook his head in disapproval and walked out from the room. I sighed. I've got to talk to Brooke.

When I peeked into her cell she was... sleeping? I sighed. She stirred in her sleep a bit before waking up. Her face was relaxed, until she saw me. Her face immediately went from calm to complete and udder sadness. I couldn't help but feel guilty. "I-I'm sorry." Was all I managed to say. She stayed silent for the longest time before speaking up. "Get out." She said in a low, shaky voice. "Brooke I-" She cut me off. "GET. OUT." She yelled. By this time Daryl came charging into her cell. When he noticed me his eyed grew wide. "You shouldn't be in here. You heard her. Get out. Now." Daryl snarled. I simply nodded and turned to leave when Brooke stopped me, saying something that broke my heart into nothing. "I hate you." A single tear fell from my eye. I slowly approached my cell, my feet dragging along the way. Could she really hate me?