***(Lilyanne's P.O.V)***
***(Mature Content In This Chapter)***
I snuck away from Daryl and ran to the liquor store. I grabbed a six pack of beer and put it in my back pack. I quickly ran back to the pharmacy. "Hey Lilyanne?" I heard Daryl bark out. "Ya?" I call out quietly. "I've called your name like five times." He said angrily. "I'm sor-" I got cut off by a loud bang. We both turned our heads to the back door just as it flew open.
There were only about ten walkers that got in. Me and Daryl started killin them as fat as we could. As Daryl was dragging the bodies into a corner I went to close the door. One last walker slipped in and when I stabbed it in the brain, it fell on top of me. I got it off and kicked it away from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that two small things slid out of the walkers pocket and across the floor. A pack of smokes and a lighter. I picked them up along with a couple candy bars for the younger kids and slid them into my backpack. After a couple more minutes of grabbing stuff and awkward silence, we heard the car horn honk. We went outside and got in. We were back to the prison, our 'home' or whatever you call it.
Soon enough it was curfew. Me and Carl did what we always do, pretend to sleep until Rick passes then move and talk. "Hey cowboy. Are we leavin or what?" He pulled his bag out from underneath his bed and said "You bet." Then all of a sudden Patrick was standing at our door. "Hey Carl, Hey Lilyanne." I looked to Carl and he looked as surprised as I did. "What are you doing here Patrick?" I half asked, half demanded. "I'm here to return this to Carl." He said holding out a comic book. I burst out laughing but covered my mouth quickly trying to muffle the sound. "Oh my god, cowboy you like comic books, your such a nerd." I looked over still laughing and noticed how hurt he looked. He stood up grabbed it out of his friends hand and threw it on the table. Patrick walked out looking confused as ever. "You know what Lilyanne." Carl yelled "You think you know everything, but you DON'T!." "Whoa cowboy, calm down. It was just a joke." "You don't understand everything I've been through. You bitch about everything and I guess it's just cause your a bitch. In fact your the biggest bitch I've ever met! You only care about yourself." I felt a tear run down my face and I heard feet coming down the hall to our cell. "Cowboy, I'm sorry." "NO! We're breaking up." The tears wouldn't stop now. I pushed past Rick, Emma, Maggie and Glenn who were standing in the hall listening to our fight. I ran straight to the bathroom with my backpack in hand.
I slamed the door shut and locked it with a loud click. I sat on the ground with my bag in my lap. I grabbed the six pack and started drinking and drinking and drinking. After I had downed three cans, I grabbed the smokes and the lighter. Puff after puff. I had chainsmoked the four cigaretts that were left in the pack and went back to drinking. After another can I stripped down to my bra and panties and got out my razor. I cut my legs and and my arms and even on my stomach. I cryed and slurred out words that even I myself couldn't understand. I finished off all the beers and cryed myself to sleep laying on the cold, hard floor all alone.
