I Hate You, But I Love You

Cold Blooded

Lucy's POV

The day I agreed to come with Rick was the same day that I regretted it. Rick never told me he had son, or that he was a cold blooded, ass face, blue eyed cock. It's been about two days we've been up in this lousy tower and nobody has volunteered to go clear out some walkers. Not even Carl, and he acts all tough. I'm still wearing the same clothes and I haven't slept, in fear of brutally being torn apart limb by limb, for almost three days now. Slitting my throat would probably be better than that. God, I hate my life. "Hey, is anyone willing to go clear some walkers?" I ask raising my head from my knees. Some heads turn, but no one says a word. I look down at Taylor and she is fast asleep. This may be the most boring time in my life. I rest my head in my knees once more, and eventually, I fall asleep.

"Wake up!" Rick smacks me across the cheek. What an amazing way to be awoken. Note the sarcasm. I lift my head and glare at Rick. I rub my cheek a little, trying to make it feel better. "We are going to go clear out the prison today, just like you suggested last night" Rick smiles "Oh, and sorry I smacked you. You are a very deep sleeper". "The whole prison?! Can I get my own cell?" I am literally the happiest person in the world right now. "Um, we'll see, we are only using one cell block, so you might have to share with Carl or something" Rick replies. Never mind. I try not to make him see how much I hate his son, but a long, displeased sigh slips right out of my mouth. He doesn't say anything, but I'm assuming he's boiling inside. If so, he is amazing at hiding his emotions. I stand up and wipe the dirt of my butt, and me and Rick climb down the ladder. I take Taylor's knife out of my pocket and grip it tightly in my hand. "Remember, always aim for the head" Rick implies when we drop down from the ladder. I nod and look around me. I see very few walkers. "Daryl and the rest of the group probably cleared a lot of them. There is probably more inside, though" Rick whispers, just incase his statement is wrong. I hear a small groan behind me and grunt as I stab the fucker in the head. "Was that good?" I whisper shout over to an occupied Rick. He turns around as the body drops and says "What?". I shake my head 'never mind' and we continue walking towards the entrance. As we get Inside we see Daryl peeking out from a cell. We walk towards him. "It's clear. Rick pick a room. Lucy, your sharing with Carl. Oh, and we found a big stash of blankets and sheets. Everyone has one on their bed and in the doorway" Daryl smiles. "Damn it" I mutter under my breath and find my cell. As I walk in, I see Carl sitting in his boxers reading a comic book. "Put some fucking clothes on!" I exclaim, disturbed in every way possible. "Get out of my cell" he says without taking his eyes off his book. "Daryl said I'm in a cell with you" I say walking in and laying on my bed. "Damn it Daryl!" He screams loud enough for Daryl to hear him. "That's what I said" I sigh. I sit up against the wall and put my knees on the bed, also combing through my knotty hair. Carl is still looking at his little comic book, so I roll up my left sleeve and cut a little bit. I hum quietly 'Beside You' by Phidel as I cut simple strokes across my left wrist. While this is happening, I accidentally cut through scar from stitches last year. I fell of my bike and landed on a trash bag that had glass in it. Just my luck. I let out a high pitched screech as blood pours onto my newly made bed. A few tears roll down my cheek. Carl looks over and he looks very confused. I clutch my wrist tightly with my right hand and immediately drop the knife. "Be quiet, I'm reading" He scowls at me. I take a deep breath in. See? I told you he was a fucking cunt. I roll my sleeve down again as Beth bursts through the curtain. "Lucy!!" She scolds me. She grabs me by the wrist and takes me to her cell. She gets into her bag and grabs a needle, thread, some antibiotics and a bandage. "Please don't, Beth. I hate getting stitches" I cry. "You're doings" She replies sticking the needle with a numbing liquid in it in the scar. I scrunch my face as she injects the numbing posion. I make a fist.  "Don't worry. Now it won't hurt when I sew you up!" Beth reassures me. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5" she counts and ties the stitches. She takes an alcohol pad and cleans everything up, then she wraps it up like a fake cast. "Thanks" I try to make it seem like I'm thankful for having to needles put into my wrist. But I can't blame her, I mean, I would have done that for someone... A friend. Is Beth my friend? Sure. Out of the blue, just before I leave, I give her a big hug and walk back to my cell.