**Louise's POV**
After what seemed like years of darkness I was convinced that I was dead. Hundreds of questions flooded my mind. When was a going to wake up? Am I ever going to wake up? What happened to Daryl? Daryl... That damn redneck. He stole my heart 15 years ago and stomped on it. Of course, I was still pissed but after almost 9 years of not seeing him I couldn't help but feel an uncomfortable mixture of relief and safety.
My mind was suddenly directed elsewhere when I heard a heart beat. My heartbeat... All hadn't heard anything when I'd been surrounded by darkness. I tried to open my eyes and was greeted with a blinding light. Immediately I closed my eyes again as they had began watering like crazy. Then it occurred to me, holy crap, I was alive. I hadn't died... I could feel the beads of water flooding down my face, I could open my eyes, my heart was beating.
I gathered all my strength and forced my eyes open and was greeted, yet again, by the blinding light but this time I kept them open. Slowly, very slowly everything came into focus and the light became not so blinding. The room aroung me was covered in a tacky floral wallpaper and there was a large window in front of the bed that I was lying on. I heaved my legs out of the bed and was met with an agonising pain in my stomach. I sucked in a short breath to stop myself from crying out. I put my feet on the floor and slowly stood up. The pain in my abdomen didn't diminish but that didn't stop me. By now I knew how to deal with pain.
I slowly stepped towards the window and the view took my breath away. Fields were covering the landscape and trees were dotting the horizon. It almost made me forget what a hellhole it is that we now live in.
A noise behind me brought me back to reality. I quickly picked up a chair from the corner of the room and held it up as defence. The door creaked open and a white haired elderly man slowly entered, his hands in the air.
"Who are you?" I questioned.
"Just put the chair down and I'll answer what you want to know" he spoke. His voice was very Southern. He seemed very calm.
I slowly put the chair back to its original place and stood back up to face the man. Suddenly I became very self conscious of the fact that I was only wearing a skimpy white vest and some blue jogging trousers. Not the ideal fashion choice to be honest but this wasn't what was bothering me. What was bothering me was the fact that whoever changed my clothes had seen my scars. Seeming to sense my unease the old man spoke up.
"Don't worry darlin', yer secret's safe with me"
I knew I'd like this man a lot.
Author's note:
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