Animal Gone Wild [DISCONTINUED]

14

PEOPLE ARE HER SALVATION...HE'S HER SALVATION

I was hot and sticky and my breathing was labored. I pulled my bat from it's holster to have it in my lap so I could sit easier. I winced at the muscle movement. I leaned my head back and memories came floating through. Memories I wanted to suppress forever.
"Bite the arm Wild," Dad ordered.
I stared at Dad's arm where there were magazine's wrapped around it. I looked at him worriedly. I was only 7, so I still cared about my parents.
"I don't wanna hurt you Dad-"
"What I say about callin' me Dad!"
I was smacked across the face. I landed on the basement floor, clutching my stinging cheek. Callus was upstairs with Mom, watching TV. At this time, he had no idea what was going on with our parents and I.
"Bite the arm!"
I got up and bit the magazine-covered arm viciously. I pulled off and got a mouth full of magazine. I looked at the bite mark to see a drew a little bit of Dad's blood. I looked up at him fearfully. He looked at it and smirked.
"Perfect. You can bite through anything now. Armor, clothes. Flesh..."
I spat out the paper and I could taste a little bit of blood in my mouth, meaning I had Dad's blood in my mouth. I decided to keep that fact to myself by swallowing it. Slightly enjoying it.

"You hear it yet," Mom sighed, tiredly.
I was 9 now, Dad was out with Callus playing soccer. I shook my head.
"Try again!"
I flinched before straining my ears, trying to hear what they wanted me to. My eyebrows twitched in concentration. Then I heard it. The high pitched sound placed in my room. I winced in pain, covering my eyes.
"Good, you can hear it. Here."
Mom tossed me some lock picking tools and a lock.
"Start trying to pick this lock with these. Once you figure it out, I'll give you some more common things to pick a lock with."
I nodded before starting on the task.
My eyes hollowed out at the memories. All the torture and misfortune they placed upon me. It wasn't until Callus and I were 12 did he realize what they were doing to me. So when we turned 16 and he got his license, he took him and I fishing in Kings County. It was my get away once a year. Away from my parents cruelty. My hands itched to swing my bat at someone or something's head. To feel the empowerment of murder or mercy. Something to diminish the voices and memories in my head.
I heard talking and banged my bat lightly against the door, someone hit it back. I let out a small whimper in defiance. I rolled my head to the side before doing it again. The door ripped open and there stood Daryl, looking like he was ready to kill a walker.
"Red," he whispered.
"Hey Dixie," I croaked.
Daryl hauled me up, my bat clattering to the floor. Oscar came by and picked up my bat for me. In his other hand was my sword. Daryl looked relieved to find me. I struggled to walk properly. The voices and memories disbanded from the front of my mind. I closed my eyes in relief.
"She looks like shit," Axel commented.
A chuckled escaped past my lips. I knew Daryl had glared at him for the comment. Daryl caught me under my knees and carried me towards the cell block.
"Carol," I whispered, "ya gotta find Carol...I lost her in a herd. She—she's in the lower levels I think."
"We'll find her tomorrow," Daryl informed, "but first we gotta get you on your feet."
My body ached from not moving. I could feel the restraint on my bones. We got back to the cell block and I was placed in my cell and getting a water bottle. I sighed in content as the refreshing water went down my throat. I turned my soft gaze towards Daryl who looked worried.
"Thanks for finding me," I whispered.
"Shh," Daryl shushed, "don't talk. Work on gettin' yourself better."
I nodded before smiling at the food handed to me by Beth.
"Thanks."
I snarfed it down before I took another sip of water. Daryl never left my side while I did so. I laid down and felt all my muscles pop simultaneously. I let out a soft groan of satisfaction. I cracked one eye open and reached for Daryl's hand, well tried to, I couldn't find it until he latched onto mine.
"Don't leave..."
"I ain't goin' anywhere Red."
Tears flowed from my closed eyes as I held onto his hand tighter. Daryl never left my side, even when I slept. I knew because he still gripped my hand every time I snapped awake. I was so glad I had returned to the people that make me human...and not animalistic like my thoughts.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Yo, sorry about not updating last Saturday. It slipped my mind while doing other things. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Friday update. Yes, you'll be getting one tomorrow. Don't you worry. Now, back to the story~