Struggles In The Dark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

A Prayer

I don't know how much more of this I can take. I've been down here for too long. I need food, water, and medical care. He's killing me. I'm dying down here. I'm dying all alone.

Both of my wrists are cracked and bleeding from trying to slip my hands through the cuffs. I can't open my left eye because it's so swollen. My bottom lip has been busted open repeatedly. It never gets a chance to heal completely. He has whipped me so hard and so many times that my shirt has turned to rags and fallen off my body. I have huge red welts all over my chest and my back. All of my finger nails have been torn off too.

He removed my socks and shoes and cut the bottoms of my feet so deep that I can't squat resting my butt agains my heels anymore. Much less stands up. My butt almost touches the ground when I try to sit normally so my wrists are pulled against the metal cuffs, cutting deeper into my wrists; causing fresh blood to trickle from my wrists and down my arms. If I try to sit, I hang from the cuffs; so, I stand on my knees.

He removed my pants and cut my legs with a pocket knife, starting near my waist and ending just above my knees.

I don't know how much longer I'll survive this. I'm wasting away. I haven't eaten in a month. Or at least it feels like a month, it's hard to keep track of time down here when you don't know if it's day or night. I know it probably hasn't been a month, people can't go a month without food or water. It's probably been around half a week, maybe even a week.

I miss Carl. God, I miss him so much. I wish I could just talk to him or hug him one last time. I hope he's doing okay.

I hear the door open, interrupting me from my thoughts.

That's the thing, the only thing you can do down here is think. And I've done a lot of it.

I know who it is, there's no need in looking to see.

"You ready for your next round?" Negan asks.

"Please, let me go. I've learned my lesson, I promise!"

My voice cracks, and my words come out in a whisper. I'm too exhausted to even speak.

"No can do. I'm going to do this to you until you die."

I let out a long sigh and look down. I can't believe I got my hopes up again.

"How's Carl?"

"He's doing great. He never asks about you. He knows you're down here. He just doesn't seem interested in saving you though."

"That's a lie. He is interested in saving me."

"Oh, is he now?"

"Yes. He just knows that there's no way of getting me out. And if there was, where would we go? There's no escaping."

"That's true, the part about not being able to escape. But, what I said was true too. He doesn't care about you anymore. You're nothing to him."

"You're wrong. He still cares about me."

"I came down here to beat the shit out of you, but I don't think I will, at least not for today. You're so pathetic it kinda hurts. I gotta get out of here."

He delivers a hard blow to my stomach with his knee and walks back up the stairs and slams the door.

I wave a nausea washes over me. I only dry heave, I can't throw anything up if there's nothing down there to throw up.

This is it. This is how I die. Not by being torn to pieces by walkers. I die by being tortured and starved to death.

I let my head hang down and do something I haven't done since my parents died. Something I never thought I'd ever do again. I pray.

"Dear God, please help Carl live. I can't help him, not from here. So, I'm asking you too. Please give him an opportunity to escape and give him the strength he needs to do it. He's so strong already, he doesn't need much. Carl's too good to get what he's been served. He doesn't deserve it. Please save him, let him live. I'm not going to live much longer. I can't survive this. He can't live on his own, he needs someone. Please help him escape so he can make it home to be with his dad. He'll never see me again, he needs to find his way back to Alexandria. God, please help him survive this world. Amen."

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A.N.
So Luke's doing.. okay? At least he's still alive. I didn't put "Luke's P.O.V" because I didn't want to give it away that it was him. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, it was really cool to write!
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I'm posting on a Thursday instead of  a Friday because tomorrow is Good Friday and I won't have Internet to update.

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