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Trigger warning. Cuts and self-harm.

I'm just lying on my bed in my cell. I don't fall asleep anymore, what's the point if your just going to have the same damn nightmare. Michonne found me and brought me back to the prison. My dad's the governor. He treats me like shit, that's why Michonne brought me back. In here, know one talks to me, and that's a good thing sometimes. I'm not like other people, I've seen and done whose things to me or my dad. Carl tries to help me, but what's the point. Sometimes I don't listen to him. I fell asleep and had that same dream, that did happen in real life.

Dream

I'm in this thing with my walker sister. The door opened and my dad was right there. He pulled me by my wrist, when he let go there was a mark. He sat me down and gave me a little food and water, which was not enough. He took put my walker sister and brushed her hair. I'm not like my dad, she should be dead. "Look at me!" He yelled at her.

"She's dead! What's the point!" I yelled at him.

He got up and pulled me by my hair. "Take it back. Your sister is not dead."

"She is dead! Don't you see, she dead!"

He put me down and grabbed me by my throat. I tried getting air, but I couldn't because of his grip. "She's not dead! She's still living!" He yelled and threw me to the floor. I coughed and gasped for air.

He threw me back in the gate and later put her in. He closed the door and she came closer to me. "Get away now!" I said pushing her.

She came close enough that she could have bit me. The door opened again and I saw someone else. I came out and she said "Who are you?"

"M-May."

"OK. Come here."

I did and hugged her. "Please, can I come with you?"

She nodded and I started to cry.

I woke up screaming and in tears. I look over and see Carl. "Same dream?" He asked.

"Why would you care." I said trying to calm down.

"I'm just trying to-"

"I don't need your help! You don't know what I've gone threw!" I yelled and later cried in my knees.

I felt the bed sink in a little and arms around me. I cried in his shoulder. "You can tell me. Please, sometimes you scare me."

"I don't want to tell you."

He nodded and we both let go. "I have to go. See you tomorrow." He said leaving.

I nod and when he left I closed my cell door. I opened a cabinet and took out my blade. I rolled up my sleeve and started to cut myself. It's not like anyone cares for a girl that's broken inside and out. When Michonne took me, my dad noticed, she killed my walker sister and stapped an eye out of him. All my dad cares about is himself and not others. After a lot of blood came out, I washed up and hid the blade. I went back and lyed back down, still in tears.

Morning

I got up and changed into something that wasn't in blood. I walked out and saw Carl. "I know you've gone threw a lot. I hear you cry all the time and sometimes I just want to help you. You can tell us."

I just walked away bitting my lower lip and trying not to cry again. I walk in the kitchen with a fake smile. I always have to do that, why, because I don't know how to act nice anymore and try to. I try not to fall in love anymore. I kinda like that Carl kid, but he doesn't understand me. Daryl gives me some breakfast and I smile a little. I've gotten into a fight with him, but that was once and I hope it doesn't happen again. Him, Rick, and a few others were talking about how they are going to kill the govener. "We go there and attack there so we don't lose this place." Said Rick.

"That's not going to work. He'll just come here and fight you after." I said.

"We don't give a damn on your opinion." Said Daryl.

"If you listed to me, you would not lose this place. I know him better than you all do."

"Well, we don't need your thing. We can handle it."

"You'll die than." I said under my breath, enough for him to hear it.

"What did you say."

"I said you'll die!" I yelled in his face.

He pushed me to the ground and almost punched me, but Rick pulled him away. I walked back to my cell and just cried in my bed. No one understands me. They'd be fine if I was dead. I thought about that, and got out a knife. I put it close to my chest. I closed my eyes and was about to do it, when I heard "Stop, what are you doing?"

I look and see Carl. "Nothing."

"Give me the knife."

"No."

"Please, your scaring me. Just give me th-"

"I don't have to give you anything! If you were me right now, you'd want to kill yourself! You can't help me! No one in his frecking world can!" I yelled.

"Please, don't kill yourself."

"I can do what I want."

He took my arm and took the knife out of my hand. He looked at my arm and saw scares and cuts. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why wouldn't I. I've been doing this ever night I have that same dream. You see, know one can help me."

"I'm sleeping in here tonight so you don't kill or harm yourself."

"I'm not a little kid." I said threw my teeth.

"Well, if you aren't a little kid, stop doing this." He said and left.

Hey!

Sorry for such a sad one. Now you can listen to the song. Think of this while listening to it, btw, it'll make you cry. I'm sorry if it did, it came to me while listening to this song! Sorry!

Part 2?

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