Living with the Dead.(twd)

The Cell. (182)

MADISON'S POV.

For somebody to be trapped in a small space for so long, you would think I'd be able to describe what it looks like. But I haven't seen much of it. When I think of the small cell that I'm trapped in the one word that comes to mind is Dark.
And after dark, cold.
After cold, it's lonely.
This cell is small, dark, cold and lonely.

My clothes were taken days ago. Maybe even a week ago. I don't know how long I've been here for.
The cold concrete floor sends chills up my body that make me shudder intensely.
The lack of clothing isn't what bothers me.
I'm starving.
My baby must barely be hanging onto life. They've been feeding us dog food stuffed in rolls.
And I'm always so hungry now that I don't scream at them when they bring it in, and I don't dare slap it away like I did the first time.
I inhale those damn rolls.
They make me sick. The baby doesn't like it. So I've started ditching the dog food and eating only the roll, but I know that I must be missing out on so many nutrients and vitamins that my body needs so badly.
I've tried to tell them I'm pregnant but the minute I open my mouth they unlock the door and make us quiet.
My busted lip is proof.

I'm exhausted.
I haven't slept properly since I got here.
Images flash through my mind without my permission and it catches me off guard.
Glenn.
Abraham.
Even Daryl gets a beating daily.
I can hear it happening to him in the cell next door.
I can't sleep and I miss home so bad.
I miss my home.
I miss my clothes.
I miss my sanity.
I miss my freedom.
But most of all, I miss my family.

There's nothing about this place that I like. Nothing that I can see the bright side to.

My stomach twists and turns but not because I'm starving but because I heard Negan go into Daryl's cell earlier. I listened carefully as he explained that they were going on a 'little trip' and I could hear as the saviors dragged him away. I haven't heard him come back yet.

"Daryl!" I croak.
No reply.
"Daryl? Are you there?"
No reply.
I sigh.
Where the hell did Negan take him?

I think about knocking on the wall but that will only gain unwanted attention from outside, plus my hand hasn't fully healed.
I look down at what should be my hand but I only see darkness.
My eyes might as well be closed.
Sometimes I have to lift my hands to my face and use my fingers to feel if my eyes are actually opened.
I sigh loudly.

The only upside of having no sight is that my other senses are stronger.
I can hear better, I listen to what the saviors say outside. It's nothing interesting but it keeps my mind occupied for a while.
I also nearly completely rely on my sense of touch.
I use my left hand to feel the two short stumps on my right hand where my fingers should be.

I think back to the day my first day here at Negan's sanctuary.

FLASHBACK.
I don't usually feel this uneasy in the mornings. I don't usually feel as sick anymore. I thought the morning sickness had mostly passed.
My mind races back to the dream I had last night and my eyes shoot open.

A bright light blinds me, making it impossible to see.
I don't remember leaving my bedroom light on last night.
I reach my hand out for Carl but I can't find him. I'm surprised when I feel the bed come to an abrupt stop. My bed is wider than this.
I feel my heart race as I blink to gain my sight back.
"It's okay miss, you're okay. Can you see me? Can you tell me your name?" A calm, steady male voice asks.