Well my life went from bad to worse. First I fail sophomore year, find out I'm pregnant and I come home to see my mom eating my brother. Oh my name is stormy but everyone calls me patch. Don't ask. I have a fairly small group of friends Damon who is my boyfriend he committed suicide a month ago and it's still hard to think about it..rayne(rain) and Tanner who is raynes boyfriend.
I froze at the scene. My mom eating my brother who looks to be dead. Well I'm glad I watched the walking dead now. Bad times for jokes patch I tell myself as I sneak past them and grab a knife. With tears in my eyes I put the knife through my mother's head. I do the same with my brother knowing he's suffered enough.
I break from my thoughts and run to my room grabbing a backpack and getting what I need. Change of clothes check, meds check, knives hold on. I need Gus. Gus is my stuffed animal. No. I'll be fine. It's been cold so I put on my Jean jacket I zip up my pack and put it on as I exit my room glancning at my dead family. I have a knife in my hand so I should be fine. I rub my stomach and sigh. I wish he was here to know..
I exit my house just as a car pulls up Tanner looks at me " patch! Your alive! We need to go get the others come on!" I run to the car and get in. I look in the back "damn tan you like packing heat?" I say as I see multiple guns. I smirk and put my bag in the back.
"We're gonna be fine patch. We will get rayne. She will be alive I promise." I just sorta nodd as he says this. I.. I just can't help but think she's dead. But she's tuff.
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fear.
ActionAn unpleasant feeling triggered by the perception of danger, real or imagined
