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BANG BANG! I was roughly awoken by loud banging. I was extremely disoriented, and for a second, just a second, I forgot what had happened to my friends. I forgot how powerless I felt. I forgot the way my abdomen ached and the feel of the gravel digging into my knees, causing them to bleed. For just a second, I forgot.

"Today's the day you sorry shits." The back doors of the truck swung open. The light infiltrated my eyes, causing me to close them slightly.

There stood Negan, a big grin layed on his face. I genuinely wanted to knock him down a few pegs. I wanted to hurt him. I don't think I've ever wanted to hurt someone so much before. It was a scary feeling for me. A foreign one. I watched in bewilderment as he spun Lucille on his shoulder. Memories of what had happened the night before played in the back of my mind. Lucille served as a constant reminder that I could not protect them.

I looked at my feet and gently whispered "the day- the day for what?" I cursed myself for stuttering. My mouth was dry, and my throat ached from my crying, causing my voice to sound rougher than it usually would.

I heard a low chuckle. "What was that, darlin? I didn't quite catch that. " I could hear his smirk. I scowled at the little nickname. I lifted my head, looking at Daryl for just a second. His head hung low. The only sound he made was his heavy breaths.

I turned to look Negan dead in his eyes. I mustered all the courage I could, I wouldn't dare let him know how scared I was. My leg bounced up and down nervously. "I said- the day for what?" I said it a little more harshly than anticipated, but he did just murder 2 of my closest friends and threaten the lives of the rest of them, including me.

He licked his bottom lip and leaned forwards slightly. "Do you wanna fix that little attitude of yours, or should I go pay our little friend Rick a visit? Maybe introduce some more of your people to Lucille here" he said in a dark tone. My eyes were fixated on Lucille swinging lazily at his side. His threat intimidated me a little, but I wouldn't dare let him know that.

It took everything in me not to cower away. "The day for what?" I said with a hushed breath. My eyes finally darted away from his. My hands were sweating profusely. I was scared of death. The fear of what might come after horrifies me. It's not heaven or hell that scares me. It's the possibility of nothing. When you die, what if it's just empty? A big sea of nothingness, no one in sight. Just you and your thoughts, and time. An infinite amount of time to rethink where you went wrong.

I was abruptly brought out of my thoughts as someone roughly grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the truck. "Well, darlin, thank you very much for asking, this is- well, this is the day you break" Negan ushered with a smirk. I screamed and kicked. I don't even know why, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get away, maybe in my mind, it was my attempt to reassure myself that I had a chance, that I could still fight.

Me and Daryl were roughly dragged throughout the halls of the sanctuary. Multiple people scowled at us as we passed. Then we stopped, directly in front of a door. The door was nothing special, just a flat grey. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was not going to enjoy what was on the other side of this door. I heard Daryl groan as they continued to drag him. "Daryl!" I shouted and stretched my hand out to him. I did not want to be separated, I needed someone right now. I needed a reminder that I had someone to live for. I was then roughly thrown into a small dark room. I heard the door shut and a small click indicating I was locked in here.

All I could hear was my labored breathing and the receding footsteps of those who had put me here. That is until I heard a song playing. It was so quiet I could barely make it out.

We're on easy street
and it feels so sweet
Cause the world is but a treat
When you're on easy street.