16. Attacked

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We stopped on the way back, everyone got out, I got out and stood on the top of the car. To make sure no threats were near.

My right eye was swollen shut so I didn't see much.

I heard and saw Rick, Glenn and Maggie fighting and shouting.

Once that was over we drove back to the prison.

As we pulled up to the gates Carol and Carl were on gate duty.

They opened the gates and we drove in.

We all got out.

"Where's Daryl?" Carol asked with her hand over her stomach.

I bit my lip.

"He's alive, we ran into his brother, he ran off with him" Rick said

Carol was confused, she gave me a sad and sympathetic look.

I sighed, I hate sympathy.

"He left?" She asked with slight tears in her eyes.

"Gone!" She yelled and the tears started flowing

"Yeah, hopefully the sombitch don't come back" I muttered and walked into the prison.

In our main area of the cell block was 4 people.

They watched as I stormed into the cell block

"Take a damn picture while yer at it" I spat as I walked past them.

I slammed the cell block door shut. I entered my cell and collapsed on my bed.

I took off my shirt, I had a small med kit in my drawer. I took it out and cleaned my cuts and wrists.

I winced as the cleaning solution touched my open wounds.

I bandaged my wounds and lied on my bed.

I felt my eyes get heavy, I haven't slept in a week.

I was drained.

I needed sleep so I gave in and fell asleep.

*Dream/flashback*

Merle was in juvy, Daryl just left.

I probably won't see him for another week or two.

I sighed

I put my shoes on and I left the run down house of ours.

I was running to Weston's house when I was tackled to the ground.

My head got the ground and my vision got blurry.

There were about 5 guys around my kicking and punching me calling out awful names like "fag" "tranny" "queer".

Those comments were rude but I was completely used to them by now.

It was pitch black out until I saw a car come down the road.

The guys kicked me one last time before they ran off. The car whizzed passed me.

I put my hand up to my nose and it was bleeding.

"Fuck!" I yelled

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