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(Rickyl *Child AU* ) Think of me just as a memory

*Daryl's P.O.V*

I was abused, tortured, never really had no one to lean on for support. I hate myself, I really do. The scars that were engraved on my back are there to remind me of the nightmares from the past.
My brother never gave a shit. While I was lost in the woods for nine days straight, his happy ass would be out with his friends or causing trouble for others. My father seemed to take a much  stronger liking to him than I.

Merle. He always had friends, always had something to do. And me, daily beatings from what you call a father. No friends and countless lonely nights.

But all of that doesn't matter anymore. It's in the past, so I couldn't care less. I never wanted anyone to take pity on me and I still don't. I was satisfied with the same hurtful bloodstained nights that occured without fail.

And yet one day, someone did take pity for me, they cared about me.

And I still hate him for that...

When I was little, there was a group of boys. After school they'd all get together and ride thier bikes. I never had anything like that. Whenever I showed my face by accident to them, they would laugh and ride away. Sometimes I'd try to follow them;to see what they were up to. But I always lost track and eventually gave up.

I'd never lie and say that there was not one time I felt left out.

One day, when the boys were out and I had no other option to pass by them if I wanted to get back home, they just pointed and laughed. Once my back was completely turned to them trying to pay no mind, one of the boys raced forward and ran me over with thier bike.

The others joined in and took turns trampling me. The weight of each kid surpassed mine by infinity due to lack of eating and starvation. By the fifth set of wheels, blood rose in my throat and was coughed out. I thought that if this was how I died- a simple bullying incident, so be it.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.
Everything just...stopped.

I felt arms gently wrapping around my torso and lifting me up. I kept my eyes closed. I refused to look at my rescuer. Just talking was a challenge.

The voice of another boy was all I heard. He asked me, "Hey, are you okay?" Again, I sure as hell wasn't talking so I kept my mouth shut.

The boy hauled me onto his ride which just so happened to be a bike. The boy hopped on as well and started pedaling really fast. The only way I was able to stay in was if I clung into his arm really tightly.

The boy didn't seem to take notice and resumed riding.

I looked up to see short black hair tipped with smooth perfect curls. I looked down at the spinning of the wheels pushing strongly up against the ground as they went. The breeze felt cool and sharp as it lashed at my hair.

It all felt so nice. As if I had nothing to worry about. But the ride ended soon and the boy picked me up off his bike and opened the front door to his house.

"Ma, I'm home!" He called while racing up the stairs. Another voice echoed back, "Ricky, you're late!"

"Sorry ma!"

That kid was holding me like you would a baby. I didn't know I was that light. I was gently put on a bed when a voice whispered,"I'll be right back." Like I was just gonna get up and leave. He left me alone only to rush back to sit me up and prop me up against a pillow.

He climbed up on the bed beside me and lightly nudged my face towards him. "Here, this might help." A rag was gently rubbed on my face but the searing pain won and overtook me. I turned my head away.