DPOV
"It's been three weeks since Atlanta. I know you lost something back there."
"It's been THREE WEEKS since Atlanta. I know you LOST SOMETHING back there."
"It's been three weeks."
"You lost something back there."
"It's been three weeks."
"You lost something."
"Three weeks."
"You. Lost."
The words kept repeating inside of his head as he sat on the porch of the stupid white house in Alexandria. everyone had walked away to "explore". Why? As far as he was concerned there was nothing out there worth seeing. Not anymore. Not after Grady. Rick was right. He'd lost something. He'd lost his life right along with Beth Greene.
He touched the cigarette burn on his hand and felt the sting of pain. That was the only thing he could feel anymore. Pain. If he wasn't in pain then he was completely numb. He wanted to leave. He felt like a caged animal. A wounded, caged animal.
If someone got too close to him now they were likely to come out of the situation a bloody mess. If they came out of the situation at all. Daryl could feel the familiar rage building up inside of him.
"Stay who you are. Not who you were."
"Stay who I am?" He questioned out loud.
He picked up his knife to sharpen it and accidentally sliced his finger open. As he hissed at the pain an idea began to form in his head. A really bad idea. But it was so tempting.
Testing his theory, he lightly pressed the blade to the inside of his forearm. A thin line of blood formed and he stared at it as he thought. Looking around, he noticed that it was completely silent. Putting his head back down, he sliced the blade sharply across his wrist. As the blood began to pour out he quickly tied his dirty rag around it. The pain barely registered, it fit right in amongst all the other pain.
He waited a moment before pulling a needle and thread out of his pack and undoing his rag. He quickly and crookedly stitched up the gaping wound. When he was done he studied the wound. For the first time in a long time his thoughts were clear. He'd see Beth Greene again. Sooner rather than later, if he had his way.
