Life Hurts but Heals

Chapter 22- Regret

"Let me go, Finnick! I'm not telling you anything!" I shout.

"Okay, I can live with that. Let her go."

Then the door opens.

I step out of the chair slowly, still cautious.

After I'm out of the room, I stand there confused, and that's when I'm slammed against the wall. A guy holds me against the wall.

"Let me g-" he puts his hand over my mouth.

"Okay, bring him in," he says.

That's when Thresh and Cato come in with Carl...

Not again...

They put him in the chair that I just got out of and restraint him down, and I stare at them both in the window.

"Okay," he kneels down to Carl's level, "since your girlfriend won't tell me, you will. I know you've also found a way to Heaven. Tell me..."

"Not unless you let her go!" he struggles against the restraints.

"Okay, then..." he motions the man holding me down to bring me in.

"Okay, you either tell me, you will never see her again."

He lifts me off the ground and holds me by my hair. He holds the pistol to the side of my head.

"This time, I get what I want first," he says, "and I'm not afraid to tell Austin to pull the trigger."

"Okay, okay... the only reason I can go into Heaven is that I was trusted to keep the secret, but I'm not that worried about it anymore. She means more to me than a secret like that..."

"Aw, that's really sweet, but I didn't come here to watch a soap opera. Get on with it!"

"Okay, okay... I am allowed to do reach Heaven bec-"

That's when the door is kicked open, and it's revealing a man that is kind of tall with brown hair and looks around his late 30s to early 40s... Rick.

"Hey!" he shouts as he pulls out his Colt Python, "Let my son go!"

Man, I feel the love...

"No, Rick, get her out of here! I can get myself out of here! Get her!"

"Oh, please," I get my knife out of my back pocket and stab Austin in the neck, "I can take care of myself just fine."

I take the gun from Austin's loose grasp and point the barrel at Finnick's head.

"Oh, please," he says says a little confident, but with a a little fear, "you wouldn't shoot me."

"I think you're overestimating my character..."

(A/N Divergent fan-girl squeal!!!)

I shoot him in his leg, and he falls to ground, but with a beating heart.

"Ahh!" he shouts, "That tears it!"

He gets up and charges/limps my way. He tries to jump on top of me, but I move to the side, and he crushes Austin's lifeless body.

I point to the gun to his head once more, "Too easy..."

And I pull the trigger.

I look back at Carl like "I told you so."

"I stand corrected," he replies.

I smile and run over to him and loosen his restraints.

"You alright?" I ask, taking his face into my hands.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm fine."

"Good," I smile again.

I turn around and find Rick poking Finnick's and Austin's bodies.

"Yep, they're dead alright," says Rick.

"Nah, duh..." replies Carl.

"Okay, well, I'll be waiting out here then," he replies and walks out.

Carl turns to me, "Now, remember that call you got when we were in my office back at the prison and what it interrupted?"

"Yes. Why?" I reply.

"Can we continue where we left off?"

I nod slowly push my head towards his. We're about a centimeter away from each other when he lets it hold.

"What's the matter?" I whisper.

"I've been waiting for this moment ever since I put you in that prison, and now, it has finally come. I'm not even sure if this is real or just a dream?"

"Well, maybe this will wake you up," and I press my lips to his.

They're so warm like the summer sun warming the autumn evenings. They make me feel safe, even though I'm the one who just saved his life. I feel like I'm in my own little world with only him and me in it. Just like that, I gave my one and only first kiss to Carl Grimes, but I'm happy calm and... relaxed.

"Um, guys, come here for a second," says Rick.

And we break apart.

We walk out the door and down the hall to the outside doors. We look outside and see Daryl's car sitting in the pavement. And that's when the impossible happens... Daryl comes out of the car. Now I'm starting to agree with Carl; this must be a dream...

"What?! You're dead!" I shout, full of anger.

Replies Daryl, "Listen, Jordyn, I can explain. J-"

"No! Why would you do that to Nicole?! I kicked her out of the house because she's having a mental breakdown because you faked your death! She's so lost right now, literally! She's missing!"

"I-I gotta go find her..." he starts to run to his car, but I catch his wrist.

"Explain, now!"

"Okay, so I faked my death so I could run away. I had a feeling everyone hated me, and I just wanted to leave, travel world and search new places, and I knew Nicole wouldn't come with me. So, I just did this because I thought it would make things easier, but it just made it worse."

"No kidding. You make me sick! You would do that to Nicole to just search for another place?! There has to be more than that!"

"Okay... I thought Nicole loved someone else. So I killed myself to see if she actually cared, and it turns out, she did, but now I understand by doing that it only made matters worse."

"That makes me even sicker! You know she cared, and if she didn't, God gave us tongues for a reason! You could've just talked to her!"

"Yeah, I'm not good with words..."

"Well, that would've been better than loosing her completely; now wouldn't it?!"

"I haven't lost her... have I?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't want anything to do with you! And how did u get your car back?!"

"I was walking down the road and saw Rick. So, he picked me up and I told him about my car being stole, and he volunteered to help me. We found my car and the guys who took it; they're in the back seat."

I walk to the car and find a familiar face I once knew until it was snatched away from me.

"Dad?..." I ask as I fall to my knees, sobbing.