The gun shot echoed in my head. The scene replayed over and over. No matter what I did, I couldn't get the image out of my mind.
Beth.
The girl who everyone thought was just another dead girl. The girl who once tried to take her own life with a shard of glass. The girl who made me start to believe in good people again.
My Beth.
Her long, blonde hair. Her perfect, radiant smile. Her angelic voice. She was the image of innocence and hope. And now, she was gone.
The reaction was instantaneous. I moved before I even thought about it. She just killed my ray of sunshine. That's the only thought that ran through my mind as I pulled the trigger.
Dawn tried to say something, but the bullet pierced through her skull, and a second later, she was on the ground. I fell to my knees next to Beth. I hugged her lifeless body to my chest.
Something warm ran down my cheeks. It took a moment to realize they were tears. I haven't cried since I was a child. But as I continued to look at Beth's face, I couldn't keep them in.
I tuned out everyone around me as I picked her up. We left the hospital, but I kept my eyes trained on her face. I would never see her smile. I would never hear her sing another song. I'd never feel her warm touch again.
I looked up in time to see Maggie fall to the ground, screaming her name. Everyone wore varying expressions of sadness. We all stayed where we were for some time.
I thought of everything we have been through.
Her father's farm. How she seemed like just a useless teenage girl.
The prison. She grew to help the us all and took great care of baby Judith.
The fall of the prison. By some stroke of luck, we ended up together. She wanted to drink for the first time, and we ended up in my old cabin. We got drunk on moonshine, and we bonded. She discovered about my past, and we burned down the cabin. I taught her how to track and use my crossbow. She hurt her ankle, and we found the funeral home. Somewhere we could have made a home.
But those people had to come and mess it all up. I ran for miles after that car. And it was all in vain. I finally found her, and she gets shot through the head.
I clutched her body closer to mine as I fell to the ground, and my body wracked with sobs. I finally had hope for the future, and now it has been ripped from me.
I cried for some time, but we eventually had to bury her. I vowed over her grave to survive and keep her hope alive in me. I'll never forget her, my first love.
A/N: Hey, guys! The reruns of The Walking Dead brought this story to my mind! I love Bethyl so much and was so sad during this scene. I cried so much! But I also wondered what was going through Daryl's mind during the whole ordeal. I took my shot at writing what I thought might have been, you know, if Bethyl was real! I hope you guys enjoyed this!
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