Visions

Chapter 2

A joyful smile spread across his face and he ran over to her and kneeled down next to her.

"Beth, it's Daryl, it's me." He said smiling. She didn't say anything. She just looked over at him, her eyes filled with dread.

"Stay away from me! Stay away." Beth yelled. It took Daryl by surprise.

"Beth it's alright." Daryl said trying to understand. He slowly moved his hand over to hers.

"Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!" Beth screamed as she squirmed away from him.

"Beth what's the matter?" Daryl yelled. "Beth it's me, it's Daryl!" He continued yelling. He was getting angry. What did they do to her?

"You're not real, you're not real, you're not real." Beth kept saying this over and over,

tears were rolling down her face.

"Yes I am...I'm real." Daryl said in a low tone. "I'm real." He moved his hand and grabbed hers. She didn't reject that, it was a good sign. He got closer to her face.

"I'm real. Feel me. Touch me." Daryl said in a soft voice. He was inches from her face, "I'm real." He said smiling. Suddenly she started screaming. She slapped his face but he still remained close to her. She has an arm on her, he moved his jaw around to ease the stinging of his cheek.

"Shh Beth, it's alright." Daryl soothed, he was trying to calm her down.

"Get away! You hurt me! You hurt me!" She yelled, repeating herself.

"Beth." Daryl said softly. Beth was now sobbing. "I never hurt you..." Daryl said.

"You're not a real man. You're a man who digs needles into my skin a-and you cut me up in that room!" Beth was screaming, she couldn't take this. Daryl didn't want to see her like this. It's breaking his heart...even if asked he wouldn't admit that...but it was true.

"Beth..." Daryl said, getting upset. "Beth, I wouldn't hurt you..."

Beth was looking at him with tears streaming down her face, she was hyperventilating.

"Beth you have to calm down..." He said trying to keep it together. "I'm going to come close to you, alright? I'm going to hold you." Daryl said calmly.

You could hear the sorrow in his voice. He moved closer to her. Now he was right next to her sitting against that wall in the corner. she was shaking, badly. He saw she has almost nothing on, a white T-shirt and thin cloth shorts, they are old and raggity. Guilt automatically wrenches his gut...she got kidnapped. How long has it been? Weeks? It's got to have been at least an month...that night at the funeral home...it's been since then that she has been here. She was still shaking and crying, she hasn't calmed down.

"I'm so sorry." Daryl says to her looking into her eyes. Suddenly she lunges on top of him and puts her hands around his neck and tries to choke him, but Daryl expertly catches her wrists.

"You hurt me! You tortured me!" Beth yells. He easily turns tables on her and flips it around so that she is on the ground and he is sitting on top of her. He pins her hands down to the ground. She starts crying again.

"Not again! Please, no!" She yells, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Beth it's me. It's me alright? It's Daryl. Daryl has not been hurting you." He says with tears in his eyes, somebody has done terrible things to her and she thinks it's him...she thinks it's him.

"Look into my eyes." He says. He's inches away from her face.

"This is real...I never laid a hand on you...Beth I love you." He said letting a tear escape his eye and fall onto her face.