This Is Reality

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

The sun was far past set and I was still facing the same wall as before. No one came in, no one knocked. Did everyone stop caring? Is everyone gone? I pull my knees as much as I can to my chest without hurting my side, hugging them tightly. Maybe this was the end of everything for me.

"Enid, I hope you're okay..." I say as if the wall could hear me and send my message

"Who's Enid?" A voice asks lightly, someone I have never heard before, or so I thought

"Who is it" I ask without moving

"It's Michonne. Forget who I was" She teases

"Oh hey" A small smile forms on my face as I try to sit up and face her

"You don't have to move, it's okay"

"I need to move some anyway" I slowly move to the edge of the couch

"How are you feeling" She was sitting in the far corner of the room. I couldn't see her, it was too dark

"I still hurt but I should be fine..."

"That's good. We need you back"

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head in confusion

"When you feel a little better, I'll tell you" She sighs

"Alright..."

"There's a can of food and a spoon on the side table for you. When I came in here you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you" She says as she shines a light over to the table

I saw a figure move out from the edge of the light. "Oh uh thanks Michonne, appreciate it" I take the can, which was already opened and start eating the corn

"It wasn't me but you're welcome" She says with a smile on her face

I look down at the ground and keep eating. It couldn't have been Daryl, he won't even look at me.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is Enid?" Michonne asks trying not to be rude

I scrape the last bits of corn out of the can and eat them. "My little sister. Lost her on the first day of this shit"

"Lost, lost?" She asks sitting next to me

"No, not that lost, I don't think. She got separated from me and that's the last I saw of her. I tried following her tracks but they went cold..." I put the empty can and spoon back on the table

"Maybe we will find her. Hopefully we will" Michonne gives me a generous smile and gently rubs my back for reassurance

"Thanks Michonne" I give her a small smile

"If you need me I'll be on the pew closest to the door okay?" She stands up and takes the can

I nod, "Alright"

"See you in the morning" Michonne quietly leaves with a smile and closes the door

With a small sigh, I stand up and gently take off my jeans and pick up my bag from across the room. I look through it but don't find my sweatpants. Is this even my bag?

"Lookin' for those?" Daryl asks standing in front of the door, a light shining onto my sweatpants which are laying on the couch.

"Why are you in here and why did you go through my bag" I ask kind of annoyed, pulling the blanket off the couch and putting it around me

"I knew you were gonna want 'em" He says shutting off the flashlight

I roll my eyes and take my sweatpants and enter a small closet leaving the blanket on the floor. I lean up against the door and slowly slip on my sweatpants.

"Ya know you shouldn't be movin' around like that yet" Daryl says trying to get under my skin. He's standing right outside the door

I look down at the knob as it slowly starts to turn. The door opened out into the room so I had nowhere to hide. He slowly opened the door, but I saw nothing. It was too dark. Small moonlight shining through the cracks in the doorframe, revealing the brass door knob. The light was behind him, he could easily see my bruised face and my clean shirt. Clean shirt? Who changed me?

"Come on, I'll carry you into bed" He says stepping closer to me

"Leave me alone, you don't care anyway" I say moving away from him, somehow managing to leave the closet and lock the door.

"Open the damn door Dodger" Daryl says violently shaking the knob to open the door

I slowly step back from the door, tripping on something and falling on my side. Balling my fists, it takes everything inside of me not to cry out in pain. The shaking of the knob had stopped. I slowly started to stand up when hands picked me up and put me on the couch.

"You don't listen now do you?" Daryl says tucking me in

"I said leave me alone dammit!" My voice was louder than I thought it was. His hand covered my mouth mid sentence

"Keep yappin' and I'll tape that mouth shut" His voice low and stern

The way he spoke honestly terrified me, tears filled my eyes. I have never seen him like this before. Was this the Daryl I knew before?

He slowly released his hand from my mouth and walked back to the chair Michonne had recently occupied.

"Get some sleep, ya need it"

I feel my side, it was warm, bleeding.

"I-I can't..." I say quietly

"Why not" He says getting up and coming over to me

"My stitches..."

He takes the blanket off of me and gently sits me up. Next thing I knew, the flashlight was in his mouth and he was taking my shirt off.

"What are you doing!?" I resist him trying to take my shirt off

"Knock it off dammit" He says harshly

I let him take off my shirt as I hold back the tears, the tears of him yelling at me and the tears from the pain. He goes down to my side and gently wipes some blood from it. Then he takes my shirt and wraps it around my waist kind of tight.

"T-that hurts..." The pain is ridiculous, my eyes shut tightly

"Well I ain't lettin' you bleed out" He stands up and quietly exits the room. He's pissed, I know he is.

I look down at my hand, covered in blood. My blood. If he would have just left me alone, this wouldn't have happened!

He comes back in with a box and lays me down. Untying the shirt, he moves it up and starts cleaning my wound. My body flinches away and curls from the pain. I'm short breathed and it's very difficult to hold in my screams.

"Stop fuckin' movin'!" Daryl yells at me quietly

"I can't!" I yell quietly, tears streaming down my face

Daryl leaves once again to soon return with a needle with liquid inside of it. He flicks the side a few times and makes sure he has the right amount.

"W-what is that" I ask nervously

"Somethin' to make you shut up" He says holding down my arm and sending it into my veins

"Daryl! Stop!" I yell, not caring how loud I was. Someone needs to stop him.

He looks at me, beyond pissed off. Slowly taking the needle out of my arm, he puts a some cotton on the injection site and bends my arm. Everything was getting fuzzy and I felt weak and limp. Propofol... He injected me with Propofol... The last thing I saw before everything went black was Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Maggie trying to come in at once.