"It's been two days why isn't she wake." Gleen. The man who was like a brother to me.
"She's been through a lot." I heard my uncle say.
"Agreed." My husband. The love of my life. I have a will to open my eyes now.
I felt someone squeeze my hand.
"Come on little sister." My other brother t-dog. A huge protaion of the people I love are in this room. I peered my eyes open. There wasn't a lot of light but there was just enough to where I could see the faces of my family. I smilied at them and they laughed. The first one to hug me was Gleen, then t-dog who lifited me out of the bed. I didn't realise I was crying until gleen reached over and wiped it away, but I didn't say anything I just stood there. My baby boy is gone. He'll never have his first kiss. Never fall in love. Never play cards again and it was all my fault. I shoulve protracted him. He died the worst way possible and I could have stopped it.The next moring. Daryls pov.
I had to go on a run with Maggie to find fromalua for little ass kicker. Maggie knew the way to this daycare center so we were gonna go there. We took Merles motorcycle. He'd kill me if he knew if I was riding it but he wasn't here no more. When we got there there was this guy sleeping in a back room. I kicked him with my boot. He woke up almost imeadentily. He removed his weapons and handed them to me. Maggie was once again at my side with a bag of formal.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
"Joey" he said in a high squeaky voice. Me and Maggie both looked at each other.
"Do you have a sister named Isabella?" Maggie asked him.
"Yall have my Izzy?" He said jumping up.
"Your looking at her husband." I said smilin. He ran up hugged me. I just stood there awkwardly.
"Let's get you back to your sister." Maggie said taking him by the arm. Izzy is gonna get out of her depression when she's him. Boy was I wrong.Yeah!! They found him!! Btw the grennes have been with them from the start. I love you guys so much!!
-Angel.
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Big Blue Eyes (Daryl Dixion love story)
LosoweShit has hit the fan. My dad left me and my little brother to fend for ourselves. I couldn't care less. I hoped he was dead. He made our lives a living hell. Me and my baby brother had somewhere where we hoped we could be safe. the CDC.