Beth felt Daryl's mouth on her neck as his hand traveled down from her breast to...
"Wake up right now Beth!" Daryl screamed.
Beth opened her eyes and sat up on her prison cell bed.
"So you just fuckin sleep when Hershel and Maggie are out there getting those meds for you?" Daryl yelled bitterly while tears ran down his face.
"I'm sorry. I..."
"Well I got news for you Beth!" Daryl said pointing in her face. "They got attacked by a heard of walkers when they were almost back to the prison. They didn't make it to the gates in time. They're dead Beth and it's because of you!"
"No." Beth said as she started to cry.
"You're Father and Sister died and it's all your fault!" Daryl screamed. "You were probably having one of your sex dreams about me weren't you? Yeah I saw your gross little journal Beth. Everyone did cause you left it open in the cafeteria yesterday. You shoulda kept that shit to yourself. I don't want you Beth! Don't nobody want you! Don't nobody even like you!"
"Oh my God!" Beth cried.
"Least now nobody gotta pretend to like your singing."
Daryl set a pistol onto Beth's bed.
"Why don't you do the world a favor for once Bitch?" Daryl asked her bitterly and then walked out of her cell.
Beth picked up the pistol put the barrel into her mouth and squeezed the trigger spraying her brain matter all over the cell wall.