We Can Sleep Now

Chapter 8

That night we all laid on the cold floor in Glenn's hospital room, we were goin to leave tomorrow afternoon, Rick had announced. Glenn will have woken up, drugs worn off, and he would be able to walk himself, rather than us carry him down the stairs.

We all agreed it would fine, and it would give me time to think about the tests.

Whether or not I would choose to persue that road.

Given that I hasn't slept well in the past few days, I attempted to shut my eyes and let the exhaustion take over me.

But my head was no friendly place, I dreamt Daryl was hung by chains, down the elevator, and gorman would shock him just so he would scream and draw in walkers.

I shouted as loud as I could that I was the one who was immune, not Daryl, but I was slapped, over and over.

I could feel myself wakin up, but clingin to the dream to save Daryl.

Who was now being eaten alive, screamin, for me to help him.

I jolted awake, determined to never shut my eyes again for as long as I alive.

Of course everyone was asleep, I sat up, the clock showed 2:56am.

As quietly as possible, I left the room, headed down the glossy hallways.

Settin myself down, my feet danglin over the edge of the shaft.

Then I just let myself cry, I shook and trembled as tears just poured. Finally.

For Noah, this place, me, Daryl, every damn thing that's happened recently. No one gets to see this emotion but me.

I know most people may think its pathetic, weak, or even self-centered to cry about yourself.

Well I'm sorry, I've been strong for too long.

And I'm sorry, but I'm human.

I don't even know what the point to life is right now.

I stare down into the darkness, almost feelin at home. Tears still drippin down my nose and cheeks.

I'm not surprised, or taken aback when an arm comes around my shoulder, I figured he'd come.

I bury myself into his chest, his cool leather vest against my burnin skin. Inhalin his scent of pine and a bit of grease.

He let's me cry, doesn't say a word, just holds me close.

"I had to get Noah out," I start, whisperin.

"I know beth, I know." He says, pettin my hair.

"No, I had to get him out, this cop, he tried to rape me, so I hit him over the head with a jar, and fed him to a walker." I waited for him to ask questions, but none rose to his lips so I proceeded; "we got a rope and went down this elevator shaft, I killed as many walkers as I could and he got out, but I was caught, tackled. They brought me back up and taught me a lessen. They beat me, almost broke my ribs, my jaw. But the whole time I was okay. Noah got out."

"Then real soon I pushed another cop down this elevator. And that kid earlier, Alex? I killed him too. He tried to kill me. But Daryl,

I deserve to be beat again. I need punishment of some sort. I know its stupid-"

"Its not." Daryl said, I hadn't noticed but as I was speakin slowly Daryl had pulled my legs from over the edge and I lay on his chest.

Sittin in between his legs.

"I was the same, with my dad, like everythin I've ever done, that was on me. All these damn scars, my fault. I deserve it."

"I don't think you deserved any bit of it, you deserved someone who treated you like an amazing gentle man you are." I say.

Closin my eyes.

"Good thing I got you."

I smile. My cheeks still wet, but my mind was run dry. I felt so much better.

"Thanks for followin me." I say.

"Honest, I was terrified you'd jump off here. An I'd never see that face of yours again."

"Sorry." I never wanted to cause Daryl any sort of harm.

"You know, after yous was shot, I wanted to jump off of somethin myself."

"I'm really glad you didn't."

"Me too darlin. Me too."

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Sorry for such a short chapter but I've been updating more lately.
I really wish someone would draw this scene, where Daryl and beth sit by the elevator. I just love it. And I don't know
If you care or whatever but I this was the most amazing scene for me too write.
They just basically told eachother they love one another. See ya! Thanks for the read. ~kristy.