I had found out that my Dad killed more of Rick's people. I wasn't surprised; just that they took another man from Alexandria. I can't remember his name. He looked scared, and confused. My Dad took him to his own room instead of a cell. He said that the man would be useful to us. He found out about Daryl and said that they would send out patrols to go get him. I knew that Daryl would be long gone by now so I wasn't too worried.
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I walked through the halls to look for my Dad. I saw him standing in the doorway of Dwight's room. Two men were beating Dwight. I ran up to door and my Dad stopped me. "Stop! He had nothing to do with this! Please Dad!" I yelled. He gripped my arms and held me back. "The hell he didn't!" My Dad yelled back. "Please stop!" I yelled looking at Dwight. He was laying on the ground, coughing up blood.
Simon came and took me away. "Simon please they'll beat him to death" I said. He still looked forward. "He didn't get that burn mark for nothing ya know...he knew what would happen" he said. "What does my Dad think happened?" I asked him. "Well Daryl is gone, and your Dad thinks he may have let him escape" He said. I shook my head.
"Rey stay in your room...your Dad will explain everything later" he said leaving me in my room. I kicked my chair over and smashed my mirror. History keeps repeating itself, and I'm sick of it. Dwight is going to die because of me. I couldn't let Daryl stay here, be tormented, and be treated like an animal.
There was a knock at the door, and the door creaked open slowly. I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Dried tears on my face, and red eyes. The only words I could say were. "Is he dead?" My Dad sat next to me and brushed my hair. "No...but he is hurt" he paused. "I can see why you care so much about him" He said. I looked at him. "Him and Sherry...they were my friends" I said. "Daryl is gone, and I think Dwight let him go" he said. "He wouldn't" I said.
He got up from the bed and looked around. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know he wouldn't because he still loves Sherry...and he wouldn't get killed over Daryl" I said getting up as well. "I believe you Rey...It's him I don't trust...and I will find out the truth" he said. He kissed my forehead and walked out.
My breath was shaky and my heart was pounding. I know that he'd never hurt me because he promised my mother that he'd protect me.
My mother died of cancer then came back as a walker. My Dad had been cheating on her before she was diagnosed. He had ended the affair to stay with her through her treatments. She knew but she still stood by his side. My mother loved him too much to let him go. When she turned my Dad couldn't bring himself to do it so I did. I took my knife out and place it in her head. I took her locket off her neck, and put it in my pocket. I still have it to this day. The picture in the locket is of the three of us when we were all happy.
I miss her so much. He rarely ever talks about her. He regrets letting me kill her. He knew that I went crazy after I did. wasn't always this kind and sweet. The old me would have killed Daryl. The reason I am the way I am now is because I opened that locket. I remembered that little girl in that picture wouldn't of wanted me to become a monster. Unfortunately my Dad just stayed that way.
I laid down on my bed. Everything is just too crazy right now. I laid down for maybe five minutes. My stomach started to turn. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I sat up and put a hand on my stomach. I quickly ran to the bathroom. I threw up in the toilet.
My eyes started to water, and I gripped the toilet. I brushed my hair out of the way. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked. I wiped my mouth, and stood up. I grabbed my toothbrush, and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth until my gums bled.
My stomach felt a little better but I still fell a little nauseous. I put my hair up in a bun, and laid back down in bed. My insides felt like they were being twisted over and over. "Ugh!" I cried. It must be food poisoning. I got up and went down to the infirmary. I hoped that Doctor Carson could give me something that would help.
"How can I help you Rey?" He asked. "I have mild stomach pains" I paused. He nodded. "It's not that time of the month I think I have food poising or something" I said. "Have you been throwing up" he asked. "Yeah I did like 20, 30 minutes ago" I said. He nodded, and went into the medicine cabinet.
"And you said you think you have food poisoning?" He asked. I nodded, "why?" I asked. "Well you don't seem to have a fever" he said putting the back of his hand on my forehead. "Do you have a headache? Do you feel weak?" He asked. I shook my head. "Alright, well I'll give you these. They should help with the pain. If you feel more nauseous come see me" he said giving me pills. "Thank you" I said.
I grabbed a cup of water and took the pills. I changed into some more comfortable clothes. The pain went away, and I went back into bed. I didn't fall asleep, so I got up and grabbed a book.
