"You actually bought that? She is dating the damn governor!" The voice was louder than all the others. That one was Rick. I'm sure of it.
I cannot let them talk about me. I am literally feet away. I roll over on my other side to face an empty prison cell. As I land on my arm, I hiss in pain and instantly cover my mouth. I don't want them to know I am listening, not yet anyway.
I look over at the shadows on the other side of my curtain. No one seems to have noticed. With a sigh of relief I turn my attention back to my injury.
..
"I am not lying. I am not scared. You cannot scare me, especially not with that dull thing."
I will not give in. I will fight him until the end.
He does not say anything just gives me an evil glare. Without warning, he grabs my arm in his hand and slices it open with the knife.
I let out a little squeal I couldn't suppress. I guess the knife wasn't so dull after all.
..
The cut looks bad, and is lined with quite a few stitches. I recover it up with the bandage. I cannot believe my own stupidity. Why would I be so stupid? Seriously, it is common sense don't be rude to the guy with the knife pointed at you.
I push my thoughts from my mind. Back to the task at hand.
I hear them whisper again. This time they seem quitter. I can't make out a word of what they are saying. I need to get closer. I hold onto the top of my bunk for support. Slowly I reach out and pull myself up.
I stand for a second getting used to the feeling. I slowly take a deep breath in. My legs are shaking just standing here. Releasing the air I take a small step forward. Very gently moving my weight to my left foot in front of me. However I cannot find my balance. Almost as soon as I attempted to take the step I was on the ground.
"Shit," I mumble under my breath.
All of the figures from the opposite side of the curtain come running inside.
"Andrea! Are you okay?" Michonne yells rushing to my side.
"What the hell happened in here?" I hear from someone else, I think Daryl.
"I'm fine," my words sound more aggressive than I intended.
Michonne reaches out to help me get up.
Pushing her helping hand away I say, "No! I can do it. I don't need help."
I can do this. All I have to do is move one foot in to bed. But the truth is I cannot do it. I am to weak.
Michonne watches me in silence. The look on her face is the saddest thing I have ever seen. I didn't want to upset her.
It's just… I can do this. I have to. If I can't even stand myself then he has won. I won't let him take that from me.
I push myself up, not able to get steady I fall right back down. Frustration growing inside a tear starts to fall down my check.
I hate this. I hate how I do this. Now I look even weaker in front of all these people. I can't be weak, well at least I can't let other know that I am.
Michonne comes back to my side, saying nothing. She helps me to sit on the edge of the bed. This time I don't protest.
AN:: Thank you so much for reading! I love all of your comments!
