"I suppose your father was right about you," a soft voice said. "You are a curse." Negan looked up at his mother and glared at her. Oh how he wished he could just beat her to death with Lucille. But he couldn't. He was stuck here lying on the stream shore bleeding to death with his mother looking down at him like he was a lamb about to be slaughtered (which he was in this case). "You know, somehow I always knew that you'd end up like this. I didn't want to believe it because you were so innocent back then." His mother sighed. "What happened to you? What happened to my precious little boy?" Negan didn't respond. He simply watched the tears form in his mother's grey eyes. She sighed and blinked the tears away as she knelt down and stroked her son's hair. "Do you remember Lucille? Lucille McCoy? She was our next door neighbor and she was so sweet. You were very good friends with her. Unfortunately, she-"
"Stop," Negan rasped. "Stop it."
"I think she could've changed your heart. You might not be in this situation if she-"
"I said stop," Negan said a bit more louder than before. His mother looked at him sadly and stopped her stroking. She smiled half heartedly as the tears returned.
"Did you miss me? Have you thought about me often?" she asked. "I always loved your singing. You were good at that." Gently, she lifted her son's head to meet her gaze. "I warned you so many times not to end up as a murderer. You became something far worse than I could've imagined. You...you became a psychopathic tyrant. You became a living nightmare and you...you killed innocent people."
"They...were not...innocent. They deserved to die..."
"No, they didn't. I know you don't want me to talk about this but Lucille wouldn't have wanted you to kill those people. She'd be devastated if she were alive and found out about what you've become." His mother stood up and began to walk away from him.
"Wh-where are you going? Come back," Negan said quietly. His mother turned and smiled sadly.
"Oh, my poor child. Have you forgotten already?"
"Forgotten what? What did I forget?"
"I'm dead. You can't see me anymore. I'm only part of your imagination. Did you forget that you suffer from schizophrenia?" That's when she faded away and Negan was left alone slowly dying on the stream shore. How could he have forgotten the most important thing about him? Internally, he cursed his mental illness and wanted to kill himself. But that's meaningless, a voice said in his mind. You're already dying so why should you do that? Negan sighed softly and looked up at the setting sun. He hadn't watched the sun set in a very long time and watching it now was like watching your whole life on replay until it ended in darkness. Slowly, he closed his eyes just as the sun gave way to the moon and breathed his last breath.
A/N: It's 2:05 AM. I should be in bed but this idea kept me awake so I had to do this. I really do hope that Negan dies this way. It's better than getting eaten alive by undead cannibals right? Read and review!