Dixons daughter

11

Arlo-

After my encounter with Carl  I quickly rushed as far away as I could from people. around me and I went to the one place people barely ever are. The B block showers. They only have one temperature, ice cold. I went in and set all my things on the counter and turned on a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and got into the ice water. I honestly don't care about the cold at this point I just need to numb my body. My body felt boiling hot and it needed to cool off. A lot. 

I eventually let my tears out as my legs shook and I feel to the ground. I let out silent sniffles hopping not to attract anyone's attention to myself. My mind kept wondering to the past giving me ideas, bad ideas. But those ideas to me sounded good at the moment so I dragged myself up and pulled myself to the counter where my knife was only to crawl back with it to the shower.

I took it in my left hand and dragged it around my skin till I found a clear spot to start them freshly. Soon the shower room was filled with blood and I kept getting more excited to add another and another in fact I was so wrapped up in the process that I didn't notice someone storm in and swat the knife out of my hands. I looked up shocked and still silently choking on tears only to see Carl looking down at me with horror in his eyes. 

I opened my mouth to peak but nothing came out. He didn't say anything he just leaned down slowly. I was honestly scared he was going to hit me so I backed away from his arms but do to me being weak it was barely any movement. But he didn't, He leaned down and picked me up bridal style which at first I flinched at but still didn't have the strength to fight back. He carried my frail body to counter where he set me down and leaned me against the wall before turning to go turn off the water. When he came back I wouldn't make eye contact with him. I couldn't. 

He reached over to a faucet and wet a cloth before dabbing my wrist with it causing me to hiss and bite my lip. He looked up at me and I froze up again not knowing how to react. All he did was stare at me piercing me with his blue eyes, I barely realized his hand that he brought up to my cheek which he caressed. He soon put his head down and I knew what all of this was at this moment. Carl fucking Grimes doesn't care about me, this is just some pity act that he came up with.

I would have reacted then but I was just so tired I couldn't. He finished cleaning my wrist and then proceeded to wrap me in a clean towel. He stared at me again,  standing in between my legs with his hand on the counter on both sides of me. He sighed deeply before leaning into me and burying his face in the crook of my neck.

He took a couple of deep breaths before pulling away and giving me a faint smile before picking me up bridal style again and carrying me back to my cell where he sat me down on my bed. He turned and closed my cell curtain before turning  to my small pile of clothes on my table. He leaned over them and sorted through them until he found what he needed. He came to me and dresses me. Like a child. Like the baby I was. Because he felt pity, and I hated that. He pulled on underwear, sleep shorts, and a old t shirt of my dads. He then went back over to my things and got my hairbrush and came back and started to stroke it through the hair he hated. 

After he got the knots out he pulled the blankets out from underneath me and tucked them me into them before he took his boots and his hat off and slid in next to me wrapping his arms around my torso. I knew this was a joke and in the morning I would be the punch line. But I was so tired at this point, I just needed to rest. So that's what I did, I feel asleep to his breaths.

I am so horrible I know. I'm so sorry for never updating I actually get distracted 24/7. I really hope you like this! I pinkie promise this time I will update more often so please share vote and comment. Tell me what you think!