A/N: (Song is: R.I.P. 2 my youth, by The Neighbourhood.)
ALSO...this might be a sad one again...
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As the days passed, I only ever got worse. I almost completely lost my appetite and I struggled to keep what little food I did manage to eat down. As for my nausea, I was feeling it pretty much every day.
There were days I couldn't even leave my bed...days I struggled to breath...and days where I completely passed out, days at a time.
My condition was getting so bad, it actually began to terrify Glenn, he wouldn't leave my side for nothing. Even Sasha started to care for me and stay by my side, especially when Glenn went to see Maggie...though he was reluctant to even do that...
My thoughts started to drift every day. Think about old times...memories...
anything...
It felt like...when I was a kid again.
When I was young...I was in and out of hospital constantly...for many reasons. When I was a kid, it was because of my body, it was so weak just a small cut could possibly kill me. And when I was a teen...I got a little better, but then I was mostly in hospital from constant injuries...from...well...fights and being forced to do sports nonstop...
Now I think about it...I think I've been in and out of hospital my whole life...
Even when I was an adult, before all this shit started I'd...I'd often get injured protecting other people from shit that wasn't really any of my buisness. My body eventually got better from my sickness, yet...I still landed in hospital because of my own recklessness...
Now I think about it...I'm suprised I'm still alive.
Seems my body is just as stubborn as I am.
I guess what they say is true...that when you're near the end...your life flashes before your eyes and all that...
It's all I've been thinking of lately.
Always having someone by my bedside...getting extra care and treatment as if I was made of glass...it reminded me of all those visits to the hospital.
But it didn't just remind me of when I was just sick or injured, but also, when I visted my mother...
God...the hospital in my hometown was essentially my second home. I knew all the staff by name...hell, I even knew most of the patients...
Hell...all those visits...those people that nursed me...they're the reason I even know how to patch myself up. Because they knew...they always knew...that, at some point...I'd always be back.
As for my my mom...I as much as I hated to admit it, I was more like my dad than I was like her. But...in the ways of resemblance, physically, I was her daughter. We looked almost identical.
It was something I was always proud of.
My mother was always sick. Terminally ill since birth...and that was passed to me, though, I got a little more lucky than she did. I managed to beat it...for the most part. My mother though...
As long as I knew her...she was always sick. But...a couple years before the world went to shit...she got worse...she was...diagnosed with cancer.
Back then, I wanted nothing but for her to survive, but now....
Now...now, I hope she died peacefully somehow. That...she was put to sleep with some drug or just...died in her sleep...
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Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)
FanfictionY/n was your average college student before the world went to shit. She lived in Atlanta with her childhood friend, Glenn, and had never once left the city after she had moved there. However, the end of the world changed that, forcing her to leave t...
