Summary
Your scared to be in another relationship. Your last one scarred you. Physically and mentally. You are left alone. Will you learn to love again?
Warning - Suicidal thoughts, suicidal actions, and rape.
Setting - The Prison & Terminus
Word Count - 910
You fell to the ground from heavy exhaustion. You've been walking for hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Who knows any more. You couldn't even tell what year it was anymore. You haven't been keeping track.
But you did know that you just killed your boyfriend. You got tired of boney knuckles colliding with your face, so in the middle of the night.. You shot him. Right through the head. After years of abuse you were finally free.
Free from bruises and broken bones, but you weren't free from your own self. No one was there to help you with your depression.
Your sister was bit. She died not to long ago. She was the only one that helped you get your mind off of the death and chaos around you.
After she died you started cutting again.
Feeling the cool of the blade piercing your skin was the greatest feeling. It helped clear your mind. It helped satisfy the hate for yourself.
But when you were walking down the road the blood loss finally got to you, and you passed out.
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Everything was black. You couldn't see. But you could hear the voices in your head. They scared you. They repeated the same thing over and over again.
Just kill yourself.
It wouldn't stop. You couldn't breathe. It felt like you were drowning. You haven't felt like this in such a long time.
Suddenly you awoke with a start. You were chained to a bed. It seemed like you were in some kind of cell. A prison cell.
"Ah, you're finally awake!" You heard a voice exclaim next to you. When you turned you saw a young girl with blonde hair.
You tried pulling at the cuffs that had you stuck to the bunk bed. Even though you were really skinny your baggy long-sleeved shirt prevented you from escaping the cuffs.
When you turned your head back forward you saw an attractive male with a crossbow in his hands. When he saw you look at him he quickly turned and walked away.
You turned back to the blonde girl confused. "Don't worry about him. He's always like that." She responded.
"Where am I?" You spoke in a tired voice.
"You're in a prison. Daryl, the man that just left, found you lying in the middle of the road. He carried you back here." She answered.
You nodded. She took out a small silver key from her pocket. "I'm sure you won't be needing these any longer." She said unlocking the cuffs.
"My name's Beth." She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "(Y/N)." You responded shaking her hand.
Beth helped introduce you to everyone, considering you were still uncomfortable with talking to people who could easily kill you if they wanted to.
When she finally took you over to Daryl, she had to leave. She said she had to help feed Judith.
The two of you stood in silence. You couldn't think of anything to say. Apparently neither could he.
So he was socially awkward too.
You let out a small sigh. You had to say something. But what?
"Name's Daryl." He finally mumbled.
"Huh? Oh. I'm (Y/N)." You replied smiling.
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They left you. They all left you for the biters. You didn't want to die like this. Daryl saw you. Yet, he didn't take you with him. You saw him turn away from you and run in the other direction.
It broke your heart. You had finally learned to love again, and you were left heartbroken.
You quickly snuck into the prison and grabbed some riot gear just in case. You grabbed one of the handguns and stuffed some ammo into your bag that was slung on your shoulder.
You wiped the tears off your eyes, put on the helmet, and ran out not looking back.
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Terminus was a fucking lie. You finally got there and they just stuffed you into a box car. There was already people inside so you just stood yourself in the corner thinking about how you were going to die.
"(Y/N)?" You knew that voice to well. It was probably in your head. You knew you'd never see Daryl again.
You flinched when a cold hand touched your cheek. You turned and there he was. The man you were madly in love with. You pushed his hand away though. He looked hurt at your actions and you scoffed turning your head away and falling to the ground, your face in your knees.
"(Y/N)." He said again.
"You left me.. I called for you and you left me." You were sobbing quietly.
"I'm sorry." That was all he said, before Gareth came in and dragged you out of the box car.
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You were being raped. You were screaming at them to stop. But they wouldn't. It reminded you of your dead boyfriend. Eventually you stopped screaming and was just left crying.
When they threw you back into the box car you ran into Daryl's arms sobbing. "I'm s-sorry.." You stumbled on words and your throat hurt when you spoke.
He kissed the top of your head before whispering a quick "I love you."
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