"I'm scared, Merle." My little brother buries his face in my chest.

"I know, Daryl," I mumble to the top of his head.

I rock Daryl, eyes shut. He's only four. He shouldn't have to listen to this.

I try to ignore the angels and the demons doing battle behind me.

The demons won.

My father laughs and orders me to get him another beer.

The angels lost.

Something has broken in my mother.

I hate my father.


So, this is just a quick little poetry-ish story. It centers around Merle and Daryl, sixteen and four. Merle may seem a little OoC, but keep in mind he's still a teen. Hopefully this will get me followers.

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