Scars (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

||Chapter Twenty Four||

||Chapter Twenty Four||

||Daryl's POV||

When we got back, Avery went straight to the couch and plopped herself down on the cushions. She picked up the journal on the coffee table. I knew she was going to tear herself apart if she kept reading it. There was no telling the information she'll find. It will all be a great big mystery until she reads the specific page.

My eyes wandered around looking for something to do. There wasn't much that could keep me occupied, but there was bound to be something.

I was about to head upstairs when a gasp startled me. I turned around to see Avery covering her mouth and her eyes closed. The book fell from her hands and into her lap. I rushed over towards her with my heart hammering in my ears. I picked up the book out of her lap and opened up to the indented page.

'May 6,1984:

The doctors came to the orphanage to talk to me about Avery again. I didn't know what they wanted this time. It was in the middle of the afternoon while most of the kids were at school. They sat me down on the couch with sullen expressions on their faces.

"So far the the operation is going as planned, but I don't feel that switching her back and forth from here to the lab is um..... sufficient enough. We'd rather keep her in quarantine where we can keep track of her and see her progress," one of the doctor's said. I think his name was Stan, but I wasn't sure. He seemed to be in his late thirties and wore round glasses like an impression of a professor.

"Why fix something that isn't broken?" I asked. I had Avery in my arms and I was afraid of startling her because I was starting to get angry. I didn't want to lose her. The kids had grown so fond of her and I invested so much into her the past few months.

The doctor looked at his friends then back at me. "I'm sorry ma'm, but we have to do this," Stan sighed as he got up. I followed his actions, but backed away instead. They aren't taking my baby away from me.

"I adopted her and she is my child. You have no right to take her!" I shouted at them. The doctor came closer with his hands out,"Now, now. I know this is sudden, but it's to make sure she just doesn't slip away from us."

"That's no way for a child to live! She can't be normal like the rest of them! She'll just be all alone!" I kept pushing away from them until I met the wall. "And you call this place normal?" the doctor said sternly. I was stricken with surprise about what he just said. This is a place for children who have nothing to their name. Where their parents either abandoned them or were in some tragic accident. I put my heart and soul into this place and telling me that it isn't enough for the children just.....ughhhh!

"She'll have more than she needs over in quarantine than here. She'll be suffocated here and there's no telling what could happen. At least when she's with us, she'll be safe," the doctor kept talking, but I wanted him to just shut up. Poking needles in her was enough and adding isolation to the rest of the world is unbearable. "You told me that I was her only option for a better life and now you're changing your mind?" I said a little calmer.

The doctor nodded his head which made me all the more frustrated. "Ma'm, I understand she's under your custody, but we can go to court for this and I know you don't want that," he sighed still reaching for Avery. Of course I don't want that. That would mean I would most likely lose the orphanage if I lost the case. They are the government and I can't argue with them. So, I handed him Avery.

The man was eager to get her in his hands, yet he held her awkwardly. Then they just walked out of the orphanage with her without any other word.