Hush Baby Im here

Waking

This time when I opened my eyes there was no needle attached to my arm, there was no beeping machines, and no strong scent of floor cleaner bleach mixed with blood. I couldn't see anything.

Was I dead? My mouth felt like sand paper and my head seemed a thousand pounds. I tried to lift it but when my neck muscles tensed the top of my skull throbbed.

Colors were swirling into my vision. Lots of blue. Or green. I wasn't sure. Was I swaying? Ugh. I shut my eyes tight. My stomach churning as I swirled. The whole world was spinning. 

My throat was burning.

The last thing I remember is that I hadn't eaten in a while. I didn't want to lengthen my sentence at the hospital.
The hospital. Oh god. Was I there? Did they put me in some kind of torture room?

Dawn. Did I kill her?

The image of my scissors hitting her padded shoulder came to mind, and after that, I wasn't quite sure.

Did my team get out safely. What if...? No. No. I refuse to think like that. Daddy always told me to have faith. That's what I'm going to do. Noah, Maggie, Carol, Rick, and Daryl all got out.

That was it. I must be dead to them now. They must think that.
No ones coming for me. No one is coming back.

I let out a groan, well what was supposed to be a groan. No more than a small gurgle came from the back of my throat. Warm, grimy, but gentle hands gripped my shoulders, they ran up to my throat, where two fingers lingered. Something was said but it sounded so muffled, I couldn't make it out. I peeled my eyes apart once more. There was a face. A delicate face. Grey hair was cropped short, not reaching the ears.

"Do you remember your name?" The women asked quietly. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. "What's your name?" The voice had a familiar tone. But I was still silent.

"Do you remember me? Its me, Carol"

Carol?

Was there a Carol at the hospital?

Carol! My heart started beating faster. If she's here maybe I made it out too. But hadn't I stabbed Dawn? After that there was just a fluttering pain on the side of my head. Then it all went dark. But I remember Daryl's face. It actually showed some emotion, unlike most times.

But I couldn't really make out quite what it was. Frustration? Anger? Scared? Worried?

The women- Carol- left my side. I realized where I was now. In the back of an old car. The seats were a fuzzy green filled with dust and dirt. Where had we gone? I had so many questions. But I was unable to talk. Unable to move.

The prick in my left arm caused all my muscles to tense up. The pain was excruciating. It was a battle not to scream, and I lost. Wave after wave of pain crashed over my body. My head felt as if it'd been microwaved and my brains were splaying onto the walls of my skull. Begging to be let out.

Was I changing? Is this what it felt like, becoming a walker? I had hoped for less pain. Is this what all of them went through? Lori, Shane, Daddy, my mom? I hope not.

My whole body started seizing, I couldn't control it, my brain starting to slip back into sleep. It hurt like hell and my screams echoed across my own mind. Into my ears. Into the forest, the city or where ever we were. There was another set of hands. These were quite rough, most likely a mans. I didn't pay any attention though, my eyes were squeezed shut.

. . .

It took a while but eventually the pain died down to feel like there was only a distant knife peeling away at the inside of my head. There was someone sitting beside me, and when I shifted my eyes to see who they were, they didn't seem to notice I was awake yet. It was a young boy. His hair was almost up to his shoulders and for some reason I had a difficult time remembering him. He wore a hat that looked like it was meant for the police.