AN: another little story. Trigger Warning : Suicide, suicidal ideation, Angst. Parental abuse. Please if you have any triggers about suicide don't read this.
I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead
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Chapter 1
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The gun sat in his hand, as he stared down the abandoned road. He was a pussy, just like his daddy said. He was nothing.
Daryl slammed the steering wheel of his old truck. "Just do it!" He screamed at himself. Just put the gun to your head and pull the trigger. But something was holding him back.
There was nothing to live for. Nothing. He was twenty one, living in a run down old trailer, with his daddy, and Merle. Merle was gone. Took off, left him again. Left him with the monster.
Daryl could leave, he could pick up and go, but where. He had nothing, knew no one. His daddy had made sure of that. Throughout the years his daddy had tightened his grip on him and Merle, making sure they had no friends, no skills, fuck he'd even made Daryl quit school. He didn't even have his high school diploma.
The only thing that had kept him going was Merle. They were in this together. They were brothers, blood. They would leave some day. Make their mark on the world together Merle would say. It was bullshit. Merle knew Daryl was too damn awkward too damn shy too damn introverted to ever leave on his own. To damn damaged. Daryl wasn't sure if he would ever overcome those insecurities.
Why bother? For more of the same? More of Daddy backhanding him when he was drunk? The beatings had all but stopped. He was bigger than daddy now, stronger. Five years of working labour jobs had ensured that. But something inside him, found it hard to break free. Move on. And the old bastard knew it. Knew every insecurity Daryl had. He played on them, used them to his advantage. Made sure Daryl was too beaten down emotionally to ever fight back. To leave. The bastard had won.
His thumb twitched on the trigger. It could all be over. There was nothing he would miss, no hope that things would get better.
The knock startled him out of his thoughts.
Fuck..he wiped his eye, and rolled down the window. The most beautiful pair of blue eyes were regarding him. She was holding a leash with no dog on the end,her cheeks flushed like she had been running. Her eyes darted towards his hand as he slipped the gun in the console.
"Hi...my name is Carol. sorry to bother you...have you seen a little dog run by here?"
