The start

electrical shock therapy

"Dwight told you Negan was trying to find a weapon. He was trying to weaken you guys so he could have power over you. He could find a weak points and hurt you. All of you. But when you left with Jesus. When you escaped, all he had was me. A sad, lonely, girl that just lost the two things that were important to her. But he knew I wasn't weak. He knew I was a fighter. He knew I was skilled. He knew what I could do. What I was capable of. He always knew." I lick my chapped lips as I look at Daryl. He nods his head for me to continue.

"He broke me. He did things to me that I can't get out of my head. The only thing that kept me going was you and Dwight. Dwight took care of me. He made sure Negan wouldn't go too far but sometimes Dwight wasn't there." My voice started to crack. I close my eyes and open them back up.

"He started doing treatments on me. From the mental institution it was called electrical shock therapy. I remember it all. I remember them strapping me onto a table and sometimes a chair that was really tight. They would put the mouth guard in my mouth and dim the lights. And then they would put the cold metal headphones to my temples. Then they would flick the switch As I felt it all. I remember it all. And then stick me in a room and tell me who I am and who the enemy was." Daryl shook his head as he looked away. I started to rub my wrist. I could still feel the leather irritating them.

"My job was to protect Negan at any and all cost. Even if it meant killing myself. My job was to kill you all. Even if it meant blowing myself up." My voice sounded shaky.

"So I don't want to sleep. I don't want to dream. Don't want to have flashbacks, but I have them. And all I see is that table. I see the mold. I see the headphones. I see dr. Carson. But most importantly I see him. I see him laughing and I can feel the pain in my body. I can hear the light switch. I can hear the current to the electricty." Daryl pulls me into a hug that was unexpected. For a few seconds I didn't know whether to accept the hug or just stand there like a log. Then seconds I then wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest.

"I'll kill him. What he did to you, that son of a bitch deserves more than death. He aint gonna hurt you no more. I promise. I'm sorry what he did. You should have went. You should have left with Jesus. But you were so damn stubborn. I should have stayed." Daryl said in an angry tone. But I knew he meant well.

"Im here now." I pull my face up to look at his eyes. He nods his head avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, guess your right. You need to rest. Come on." Daryl takes the plates away as he grabs my hand guiding me to the bedroom. We took turns showering and then laid down in bed. I snuggled up close to him with my head on his chest. His arm drapped over my shoulders resting on my bare back.

"Them dreams, you tell me when you have them. I'll get you back to sleep. You don't need to force your self to stay up after they happen, you hear me?" Daryl's chest vibrates from his voice but I only nodded my head as my tired eyes soon drifted off.

We woke up to screaming. Terror and blood curdling screams. We both shot out of bed to make sure the other was ok. Daryl nods his head as we get dress and out the room. We look over the balcony and see walkers eating our people.

"Get your bow." I tell him as he throws a knife at me. I catch it and then swing as I plung it into the walker coming up the stairway. I push off as the head slides off the knife. I Stab another and then another until I started to realize, these walkers are our people.

There was a kid screaming. A small girl cornered in the back of the room as I rush to get to her. Two walkers were slowly but definitely aiming for her. I pushed past the people and stabbed the walkers. I hopped over the bodies and pulled the two walkers back. I push one to the ground and stab the other in its eye. I push the body off the knife as the other tried to get back up. I kick it down and then stomp its head in. I look at the girl as she was now cowerding in the corner. Tears streaming down her face as her blue eyes were watery.