Creative Writing: Eleanor Walker

“I know,” Thomas said. “If we do, it could ruin everything” “We have to hide it from her at all

“No, I would never forgive anyone that attempted to take me away from my family.”

“Yes” Roselyn handed the phone back to the life guard; he turned and spoke with the dispatcher. Roselyn put her hand over her mouth to hold back a sob and continued to cry. She wipes her tears on her shirt and looks over to the life

Archetype One At first it may seem like an obvious choice for Will’s character archetype would be the Explorer, but in reality, his traits align more solidly with The Rebel. Rebels see something flawed in their world and try to change it, Will sees that he is staying Inside and is not like other people, and so he goes Outside. While their primary goal is to fix what’s broken with big ideas and their ability to corral others as followers, much like Will did to Jonah, the Rebel’s weakness surround their fear of powerlessness and they often take their rebellion too far, venturing into a place of trying to prove themselves to others.

"I'm fine baby, it was you I was worried about." With his arms on her shoulders, Richard peered into Lexi's eyes, and gritted his teeth at the tears that dripped down his cheeks. What happened to her whilst he'd been fucking around, waiting for darkness to come?" Now wasn't the time to ask, and although a rage, directed at Karl Williams, exacerbated by the memories of his own treatment at the hands of the many many years ago, consumed him, and led to the thought of , despited his questions and fears, of streaming through the closed door, and confronting him and Blair Huntington to demand their freedom. However, common-sense overrode emotions and with Lexi clutching on to his hand, he wiped a tear gently from her cheek, and followed her to the

Eyes closed, hands clasped, feet placed together, she looks almost peaceful... But there is nothing peaceful about her death. The angry red lacerations that decorate her neck, highlight her struggle. As I continue to gaze upon the victim, I can’t help shake this familiar feeling.

“What do you mean she’s not dead?” The feeling of dread washed over her all over again, as if, she just watched Lila’s body drop once more. “I watched her choke to death in front of the whole town.” Once she finished her sentence the reality of it started to sink in, “I watched her.” She said again, “I-I watched her die.” Tears fell down her cheeks mixing with the rain. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground again, dirtying her dress even further. Trevor closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She raised her fists ready to beat them against his hard chest, but she just let his warmth envelop her. For just a moment, she enjoyed the comfort of a

Walker had been forced by her brothers to lie about being shot so that they would not get in trouble, which resulted in her losing the sight in that eye. She had stated in a biography: “The unhappy truth is that I was left feeling a great deal of pain and loss and forced to think I had somehow brought it on myself. It was very like a rape. It was the first time I abandoned myself, by lying, and is at the root of my fear of abandonment. It is also the root of my need to tell the truth, always, because I experienced, very early, the pain of telling a lie.” ("Alice Walker Literary

He wanted to stand his ground until he couldn’t fight back any longer he fought for ten months. They moved in and took our house, Teya and I had left about a year before to go to Chicago. We lived in Muddy, a very small town where we were just one of ten families in the town and we owned most of the land the town had to offer. Some of the men from the other families joined Will in the protection of the town. Some giving up others fighting to the death like Will I miss him everyday, but I have Teya now she was just a baby when this all started. Now I can't wait everyday for when she gets home from school so she can tell me about what she did. I do everything for her and I always try to make her childhood as good as mine was. I know it's tough, but I want her to live as normal as a life as she can, even if the world has changed completely for

“But it won’t help the others survive,” I said. “Don’t you think I’ve fallen in with others before? Newsflash, I’ve have, and it’s never ended well.”

So I walked over there and said I hope you feel bad that you did that to Rufus. She said “It's not my fault it ended like this. Next time tell him not to try to rape me and he would have died like this. I didn't save him my whole life just to kill him or else I would have done over a few years ago. So I'm sorry it ended like this just forgive me.” I took a breath and wiped a tear that was rolling down my face and walked away.

“No, not till I’m at home with my daughter and wife. Till then this is all very unsettled.”

A smile twitches on my lips, never forming. Sobs escape my mouth and weeks of holding my grief in, finally overwhelms me. My grief over Kallau, over how I couldn’t save her, my rage over the man who started all this and now over Walker, the one person who didn’t deserve this kind of death. I cry, my nose running and my eyes red and puffy. Jensen just holds me, comforting me.

As he walked away, she couldn’t help but feel hope, hope that Gabriel was still in there. Blinking behind him, she wrapped her arms around him. “Please, stop,” she begged softly. “Please, if you must kill us for what happened, then kill us, but don’t hurt innocents, please…”

"Carol, Ya Okay," He Questioned, Voice Full Of Concern. Taking A Deep Breath, She Quickly Swiped At Her Eyes Before Starting, "The Girls, Liz...Lizzie, She Killed Mi...Mika," The Tears Were Pouring From Her Eyes Now. "Then, I...I Had To.....Kill Her. I Mu...Murdered A Child Who I Was Su...Supposed To Care For," She Finished, Hands Covering Her Face As She Emphasized, "I Murdered Her." Not Sure What To Do, Daryl Just Went With The First Thing That Came To Mind. "Carol," He Said Softly, Gently Grabbing Her Wrists And Trying To Remove Them From Her Face, "Com'n Look At Me." Slowly She Looked Up From Her Hands, Then He Let Go Of Her Wrists And Murmured, "Come E're," As As She Fell Willing Into His Arms. Shaking Violently As The Sobs Wracked Her Body, Daryl's Grip Tightened Around Her As He Said, "Ya 'AD Ta Do It." Burrowing Her Face In His Chest, She Cried Until She Ran Out Of Tears. Exhausted Physically And Emotionally, Carol Slowly Retreated From Daryl's Strong