Dream on

Warning: AU high school, slash(male/male),student /teacher,cutting,blood,angst,violence, swearing.
Disclaimer: Do not own the characters Mr Kirkman and Co do.
A/N: these reviews make me feel loved and defiantly spur me on! As you can tell I updated quite fast :) to be honest I have nothing better to do, I just finished high school and have till September till I'm in college.

The boundaries which
divide life from death
are at best shadowy and
vague.
Who shall say where one
ends,
and the other begins?
Edgar Alan Poe

My eyes fluttered open and were greeted by bright lights and white walls. At first I thought I was dead but then I felt pain in my wrist and face when I moved. You don't feel pain when you die...I don't think. My eyes scanned the plain room the only things decorating it was the violet flowers and the machine I was attached to. In the corner of the eye I could see out of as the other was bandaged up somehow I saw Mr Grimes slumped asleep in the chair next to my bed.
"Sir...ya don't have to be here" I demanded coarsely my throat killing me. He shot up straight as I scared him awake. His head twisted in confusion at what I said. I stared at the clean white bandages on my wrists as I couldn't look him in the eyes because of guilt.
"Daryl, look at me. Look in my eyes so you know what I am about to say is true. There is nowhere I would rather be than here with you. There is nobody in my life that is more important than you right now. Not even Carl. I am not here to pity you or out of guilt, I am not here out of some sense of duty to my student I am here because I want to be, I want to be here to help you through this. I wanna hold you if you need to be held, I want you to yell at me if you need to yell, I just want to be here for you." He vowed as he grasped me hand in his tightly. I closed my eyes and leant into his body. The warmth radiated from him whether it was physical or he just had an aura of kindness. This man tried his hardest for everyone whether it be his ex-wife, child or his students...even ones that may fail in life and to me he was never respected enough.
"Why did ya wife leave ya?" I questioned quietly what was meant to be internally. He chuckled.
"I will tell you if you answer a question for me. Who did this to your face?" Rick requested politely as he stroke my face. If anyone walked in they would not think he was my teacher and I his student, for some reason unbeknown to me boundaries don't seem to exist with us. It doesn't feel wrong and I know it should. I shook my head I didn't want to tell him; at the least I didn't trust him at the most I was afraid. Afraid of what he would think of me, afraid of what my father would do and how alone I would be. His eyes pleaded at me.
"Dad" I babbled quickly wanting to crawl in a hole after I finished the word. My emotions built up so fast and in an overload I began to cry again in front of him. I gripped the plain blankets with all my strength as my whole being fell apart, I shook. I wasn't crying I was wailing and I hated it , I'd never felt like this before but I couldn't stop myself. I am defected in someway…how can I not be? Rick left the room ...alone and once again I was falling into the abyss, confused at why he said all those nice things then left. Suddenly he returned and budged me over before he climbed into the small bed with me; I lay my face into his muscular chest whilst I gripped his dress shirt tightly and whimpered into it. He wrapped his arms around me like a safety blanket as if he would never let me go. Now, I didn't care about why he left because he was back. Why does this man make me think irrationally? I closed my eyes and felt I could disappear to another world.

Next I felt rough lips on mine and a hand behind my neck which was keeping our lips locked. Everything in my mind was blank except one thing. He sucked at my bottom lip which stifled a moan from me of which I did not really want to voice but my body was betraying me. As I gasped when he bite me bottom lip he slipped his tongue into my mouth exploring it. But as it had just begun it had ended. Abruptly my eyes sprung open, Fuck, I had just had a sexual dream about my teacher as I fell asleep on him…could this get worse. And then my brother walked into my hospital room like he owned the place.

My brother's eyes were a mirror to his empty soul. Racist, horrible bastard. Never in his pathetic life has he done something to help someone, he has only ever caused pain. A few times he had tried to help me but he only ever cared for himself so it never went well. Once I broke my arm when I climbed a tree and he decided it would be fun to scare me and shoot a squirrel near me that had found nuts near me which did scare me and I fell off the tree backwards then landed on my arm.

"Hello, little brother and…you are?" Merle squawked whilst his eyebrows were raised in confusion, a face he had often.
"I'm his teacher which you and your family would know if you came to the school at any point" Rick scowled as he still lay next to me.
"Well, Mr Teacher I don't 'ave a care in der world 'ho you are so fuck off and get off ma brother" Merle sneered in a very over threatening tone but Mr. Grimes seemed unnerved.
"I'm not leaving until the police get here so…sorry" Rick spat with the 'sorry' extremely sarcastic. Merle growled like a dog then left not without punching the wall first and indenting it. Obviously frightened by the thought of being arrested for something he had done wrong. The next few hours were torture, so many questions and photographs then more questions I just wanted to sleep. I never wanted the police involved. And I regret telling him as he never answered my question. I'd never felt so stupid and vulnerable in my life, so unable to fight for myself. Randomly a blues rock tune played from Rick's pocket, causing him to excuse himself and go in the hall way. The conversation was very heated as I heard the other person on the phone screaming.

"No Rick I don't care who nearly died your son is alone with people who I don't know!"
"You would know them if you weren't so concerned with Shane, he is fine Lori, if you are so worried go and pick him up"

When it finished Rick sat in the seat opposite the bed and looked me in the eyes.
"My wife left me for my best friend who'd she been cheating with since we had known each other." He announced out of nowhere, answering the question from earlier today. His eyes seemed pained.
"The phone call was ya wife?" I stated, my voice rising at the end as I was asking a question. He nodded.
" She's annoyed at me for leaving Carl with Dale and his grandson Glenn, who's adopted, he is 10. She says I should look after my son more, that work should not be my top priority. I think it's just her pregnancy hormones." Rick described as if he still cared for his backstabbing cheating bitch of a wife whom I already hate even though I had not met her. Shane on the other hand I hated more than before. How can you cheat with your best friend's wife for years and still act chummy with him? It made no sense to me at all and yes I don't have the best track record for being good at socializing but I'm sure I know the difference form right and wrong. Like punching some one that's wrong.
"Why do ya have custody of ya son?" I mumbled confused. Normally the mother gets the child not the father.
"I know how the system works and I beat it, I was going to be a police officer…trained for it and everything but then Carl was conceived. Lori is a good mother but with her cheating I didn't find he rot be the best role model and as much as I hate displaying our private life for the world to see, it was how I got full custody plus I had a good lawyer. I didn't want to hurt her by taking Carl away all together so she is allowed to see him every now and again." Rick explained to me gently. He is a honorable man, if anyone cheated on me I would probably end up hurting them badly…runs in the family.

I was asked hundreds of questions in that hospital about a range of things. I had to stay in the psycho ward for a few days and everyday Mr. Grimes visited me. Everyday no one related to me came. In the end I was allowed to go home with Mr. grimes who persuaded the police to let me stay with him in a hotel as they didn't want my father knowing where I was. The hotel was really posh, id never seen so much posh stuff in one place.
It was after two by the time we got to the hotel.
Carl was in a cot in the room with an old man and a young Asian kid who was asleep on one of the two single beds in the room.
Rick and the man I guessed to be Dale exchanged gratitude and then he left with the sleepy Asian kid. The room was really big for two people and a baby; there was even a huge en suite bathroom with a walk in shower.
As I lay on top of the blankets on the foam mattress bed, I closed my aching eyes.
I can never remember my dreams. Come morning I have no idea what's passed through my head in the dark hours and yet I know if my dreams have been really bad. They must have been really bad that night, because I woke up, hardly an hour after falling asleep, to find myself drenched in sweat and hardly able to breathe. Gasping I got out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom, leaning against the sink and splashing cold water on my face. When I looked back up in the reflection of the mirror I saw Mr. Grimes which nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Sorry, are you alright?" He questioned concerned with a yawn. I stared back at him intently with guilt.
"I didn't mean to wake ya…sorry, bad dream" I gasped still trying to catch my breath. He placed his soft hand on my cheek to console me before he gripped my hand and lay down on the bed with me.
"My mother used to do this with me when I had a bad dream" He chuckled as he rubbed circles into my back. Does he think me as only a child? I don't know how long he did it for but I ended up falling asleep again and not waking up until the morning. Waking up to Mr. Grimes is somewhat like a dream come true for me. He is like my life boat. And I was extra giddy to wake up to his arms being wrapped around me as my face used his chest as a pillow. All I could hear was his breathing and it made me forget everything. The silence was calming and I just watched his chest rise and fall. Gathering all the courage I had I lifted my face to his sleeping one and watch him for a moment, study his facial features from his perfectly thin shaped nose to his beautiful pink lips that were surrounded by a flattering amount of stubble. I softly placed my lips against his and I felt a heavenly rush from my heart down to my legs. A sure spark of electricity surged within me as I had my first kiss. It was harmless, nothing passionate in it but it was enough. As I pulled away Rick was staring into my eyes, shocked and it was obvious that this…feeling…was unrequited. My heart is a hollow pain.

The way I developed Daryl's character for this is from something Nahmen (Norman) said on playing his character. "He was written very angry and just like 'fuck you, fuck you, fuck you' I'm trying to play him as a virgin who was constantly put down and had to fight for everything, as someone with a huge chip on his shoulder. In television, you kind of have to plant these little seeds and hope that those trees bare fruit. So I'm constantly trying to look for little moments and make this guy evolve." I must say it shocked me to read that he plays him as a virgin but am I reading it the wrong way? Does he mean it differently?
Please rate and review and thank you for reading, I hope its develop8ing the way you want it. The readers are everything. I can't get Mr Andrew Lincoln's real last name out of my head (Andrew Clutterbuck hehehe )
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