Death do us part

The Cabin pt 2

                      Melody

  I opened my heavy eye lids and shut them immediately. The sun was bleeding through the curtains in the old cabin. I turned around onto my other side and nearly fell off the bed. When I opened my eyes, I saw Daryl still sitting on the couch.

  We suddenly heard a loud banging on the door, and I jumped, my body fully falling off the bed. Daryl stood quickly and his eyes immediately glued themselves to the door.

  "I got it." I mumbled.

  I got up and grabbed my knife, positioning myself infront of the door and opened it. I saw a...freak, and got ready to stab it.

  I started to bring the knife down, but it pushed on the door and I stumbled. I gasped and tried to reach for something to catch me, but the only thing that I grabbed was the freak's shirt and I brought it down with me.

  As I was going down, my knife fell and I tried to catch it, causing me to squeeze onto the knife part. Hard. I felt it slice into my palm and as soon as that happened, I dropped it again.

  Daryl rushed over and pulled the freak off of me stabbing it in the head with an umbrella that was next to the door. This had to stop happening. I needed to get better at killing those things.

  The thing sunk to the ground and Daryl kicked it outside and shut the door. He helped me up, holding my good hand firmly. He still gripped the umbrella in his other hand.

I looked into his eyes, trying to read him. He's a good person with a damaged soul. I felt like he was the type of person I would want to get close to, but he was so reserved that I didn't know how. I let go and winced when I tried to move my bad hand.

  I grabbed my cut hand and applied pressure, then looked around for a gauze or something. He looked at he blood dripping from my palm and started searching as well. I went into the bathroom and checked under the sink, then in the medicine cabinet, finding a first aid kit. I walked back into the small living room and sat on the couch, opening the first aid kit.

  I pulled out some rubbing alcohol, a small disinfectant wipe, and a gauze. I cleaned the wound and wrapped it tightly, then got up. Daryl didn't say much of anything the whole time.

  I silently went to grab my stuff and then turn around go back to the door. I gave him a quick glance before opening the door, walking out and pulling it closed behind me.

  I thought about him the whole walk back to the campsite, and when I got back, I noticed that everyone was still asleep.

  I crept to my tent and opened it up as quietly as possible, then closed it and layed down to get some extra sleep.

  He acts so much more tough than he really is. But I barely know him, so who am I to judge him? He doesn't seem capable of liking someone, but I think he's better than people say he is. He's just got to stop being so angry. But what is he angry at? I guess I'll have to ask him that myself.

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This is sooooo short.
-kenz