IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 7 !
" there is a light i can see but only, it seems, when there's darkness in me "
warning of sa !
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WAS IT RIGHT of her to have the smallest hope that perhaps she would not make it home alive, for she didn't know. she felt guilty thinking how she was, wishing death upon herself seemed wrong, selfish when she was sure both maggie and glenn were scared. yet she wasn't sure what else to think, the chances of them getting out, it was slim. natalia knew that, and perhaps that was why she wasn't moving. she wasn't yelling, and she hadn't even attempted to break free, for she was okay with death. she was okay with dying. she'd come to terms with death a long time ago.
she wondered if maggie and glenn were locked within their own silent metal rooms, sitting at an old wood table, in a rickety chair, hands bound tightly with tape, and not sure if they'd ever see one another alive again. it seemed guilt was all she ever felt. guilt pooled in her chest, spilling from her body. she was tired of only feeling guilty, its like that's all she capable of feeling anymore. guilt, for everything and anything. it truly didn't matter what it was.
perhaps if she'd spoken up about the gut wrenching feeling she had, the way the hair on her neck stood, like she knew they had been being watched. a piece of her knew it wasn't the woman, even though her eyes had been in slits, watching the three from behind a car, it was nothing compared to the way merle's eyes felt. the evil lurking in his eyes, a sick twisted smirk on his face as he dragged the girl down the empty hall, as he bound her to a chair, leaving her alone with her thoughts. she wondered if he knew her father was the reason he'd been forced to cut his hand off, she'd felt slightly bad for the man upon seeing his missing hand, now, she couldn't care less.
she writhed around in the chair, feeling defenseless without her gun, her knife missing. her blue eyes danced around the room, she tugged at the tape that had bounded her to the chair, her skin rubbed a bright red shade, the skin hot and inflamed. a small hiss left her lips, the feeling of her rubbed raw skin making her wither in discomfort.
for an odd reason, she wasn't scared. maybe it was because of the nagging depressing thoughts that she couldn't bark away with her hands bounded. she shouldn't think how she was; she couldn't. falling back into the spiral she had fought so hard to climb out of, she didn't want to go back to how she once was. she had ruined herself, she couldn't do that to herself again, she couldn't make her family live through witnessing her fade away, slipping from their fingers, and they couldn't do anything about it. she had promised, so many times.
the sound of the door knob rattling made her look to the door. face going stoic, eyes blank, and lips pulled into a scowl, a fire alit within her eyes. the door slowly pushed open, and a man who stood tall walked in, a look in his eyes that made a shiver run up the girls spine. he shut the door behind him, dressed in dark clothes, looking to the girl who squinted her eyes at the man. she wasn't sure who he was, but she already didn't like him. he radiated an energy that made natalia want to cower away, one that told her she should be fearful of him. she supposed that's what he wanted, he wanted her to be afraid.
