~Your muse walks in on mine attempting to commit suicide~
Tara couldn't do it anymore. The pain of all those she lost, and the guilt of the harm and pain she caused in others finally got the best of her. That morning she woke up decided to do it. Decided to end it all and leave this world. She didn't said anything to anyone. It would be better for everyone if they didn't know. They'll know soon enough when they found her lifeless body.
The group had found a house to hole up in. Everyone was downstairs. Talking, laughing, being thankful that they survive another day. Thankful that they had found a safe place to spend the night. Maybe even settle in for a few days. Nobody had to know.
Tara Locked herself in the house's bathroom, or so she thought she'd lock the door. The brunette climbed on the bathtub and lay in the ceramic floor. With her knife she slit her wrists deep. Blood began to quickly feel the tub. Soon she would be dead, and nobody would have to know.
Just as she was about to run the knife through her brain to prevent herself from turning into a walker, she heard the door open. Her eyes widened as she saw Carl standing at the door. 'No, not you Carl! You weren't supposed to see this! You weren't supposed to know!'
"Carl! Go away!" Her voice came out more of a broken whisper than anything. "Please go away..."