Beth never spoke. Sometimes she softly cried, but she never spoke. Daryl missed her smile, the way that she always lit up the room. That was all gone now. All because of that one arrow. He tried to comfort her, but it never worked. Beth was in her room, on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was too upset to do anything. "Beth, are you hungry?" Daryl asked, walking into her room. Beth shook her head no. Daryl set the plate of food down on the nightstand, and he laid down on the bed next to her. Daryl wrapped one arm around Beth's waist, and he was stroking her hair with the other. Beth started to softly cry. Daryl tucked her head in his chest. Then they fell asleep.
Daryl woke up, and he reached his hand out to find Beth, but the only thing he found was an old mattress. He opened his eyes, Beth was gone, and a note took her place. He started to read the note:
"Dear Daryl,
I love you, and I know you love me, but I just can't take this anymore. I can't keep moving from place to place, and I can't live with myself. This isn't life, this is a garbage dump. I can't keep living like this, which is why I won't.
With love,
Beth"
Daryl couldn't believe his eyes, but there was no time to think about this, he jumped out of bed and started searching the house "BETH!?" he yelled. Nobody was in the living room, nobody was in the kitchen. The door to the bathroom was locked. He kicked, and slammed himself against the door, until it finally flew open. Beth was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding her knife up to her wrist. "Beth…" he said, walking towards her with his hands up. Beth stood up, knife pointed at Daryl. Beth dropped the knife, and ran at Daryl. She started sobbing into his shirt. Daryl rested his chin on her head "Everything's ok." he said, trying to calm her down. "Its ok."
