I sat up, holding the covers tightly and close to me as a shutter made its way up my back. I've officially been here for a month, and knew almost everyone. River curled up right next to me, whimpering a little. My widened eyes stared out into space. I was really starting to hate sleep. Another shutter moved through my spine as I tried to make the images go away, to just leave me alone. But it never works. Never. I hadn't heard footsteps since I was trying to calm down, so I jumped when my door opened. Still not calm, I started shaking. I pulled my legs to me, not looking at the person. It was late, and they shouldn't bother with me, even though I had a pretty good guess who it was.
"With the way you've been tossin and turnin, I'm surprised you haven't woke the whole house yet." Preston told. Normally he could turn this into a joke, he almost always knew what to say. I looked up at him with tired eyes, the images from the nightmare still fresh in my mind. Preston's eyes softened. "I could tell you were having them. But I didn't know they were that bad." I nodded, and he looked down. Preston kicked River out of his spot and sat next to me, wrapping me in the safety of his arms as he leaned back a little.
"How long?" He asked softly.
"Almost since I first got here." My voice was small and unrecognizable. The lack of a full night's sleep was starting to affect me, but no one has noticed yet. Thankfully.
Res kissed my hair. "It's okay. Nothing's gonna happen to you, or them." He paused. "She may be out there looking for you, but she'd have to go through me. Hell, she'd have to go through this whole community."
"I've been telling them." I almost whispered. "That guy, Daryl, I told him we're from Wyoming, but I'm originally from Georgia. He asked if I remembered, and I said no. Then he said something about my memory. I told him it had been beaten outta me at one point or another." I don't know why I was explaining, but I didn't was the room to be silent.
"That's good. These are good people, I think they deserve to know some about you."
"I know, that's why I've decided to let them know things." I paused for the moment, something was bugging me. "Why did you leave your family to find me? Especially if you knew you probably weren't gonna find me?" I clutched the sheets when silence overlapped the room.
"I had to see you. To warn you. Maybe even lend a hand in finding your dad." He sighed. "I found out a little more about your biological father." He told me what he had to say about a lot of things. As he told me about my family, all I could think about was his. He just ran off, leaving them behind? That was not like Preston. If they got separated from their parents, then where was his brother and little sister? I shifted a little, reaching up and playing with the dog tags he always wore. He and his brother got them while we all went to a fair. The guy at the stand made them so you could put your name and address, or put some kind of quote. While the two got theirs done, I looked at all the ones the man had on display. Preston's parents asked if I had wanted one, but I declined. I knew what they said by heart. The first one said :
United States of America
One Nation Under God
Then had an ingrained picture of a waving flag. The second one had a bible verse.
I will be strong and courageous. I will not be terrified, or discouraged; for the Lord
my God is with me wherever I go.
Joshua 1:9
Back then Preston always dreamed of going into the army. But I guess now that dream may never happen. The last thing I remember was setting my head on Res's chest, before I slipped back into the world of sleep...

When I woke up, I was taking up both sides of the bed, and Preston was gone. For the first time in a long while I didn't have a dream of any kind, but one kept trying to take over my mind. Getting dressed, I went downstairs to get something to eat. Res was finishing up his food as I grabbed something and sat down. Turns out he volunteered to help work on the fence, and he was to help Carl either cut wood, or organize some new supplies. When Carl came in to get Res, he came over to me.
"It's been moved over again." He whispered. There had been two meetings so far with mostly adults, the ones closet to Rick, about the growing threat of the Wolves, and mention of the Saviors. I had an idea that I thought was pretty damn good, but no one, not even Rick would listen. The only time I would be able to suggest it would be during a meeting. I had finished the latest journal my father had left me, and the folder was filled with music sheets. I stayed with Carol for a while, helping her with Judith. Carol left for a little while, she had told me she'd be back in a few minutes, so I was left watching Judith. I was lying on my stomach, making funny faces to entertain the baby girl who was propped up against the couch, when I noticed something underneath it. Preston had been sleeping on it since it's still being figured out where he was gonna stay, this had to be his. I pulled out a walkie- talkie radio. I sat up, placing Judith in my lap so she wouldn't fall as I turned it on.
"... - eston. Bubba? Big brother are you there?" I instantly recognized the little voice to be Emily, Preston's younger sister. Without a second thought I pressed the button to respond.
"Emi, this is Sunny, remember me?" I waited for the response.
"Sunny!" She shouted for joy over the radio, almost scaring Judith. "But where's Res?"
"He's here with me in the same place, but he's off right now helping out."
I heard someone in the background before I heard Emily repeat it. "Where are you?"
"In a community. If you find your way here, you can see your brother." I looked out the window to see Carol making her way back. "Listen, sweetheart, I have to go for now, okay?" I told.
"Okay." She responded sadly.
I turned off the radio, and slid it back to where it was so Preston knew where it was, if he lived long enough. My blood was boiling. Then I heard the door open. I stood, holding Judith, and walked over the Carol. Handing her little Judith, my nails dug into my palm as I tried not to bust, and my clenched fists were white.
"I don't know when I'll be back, but don't be surprised if you never see Preston again." I told as I walked to the door.
"Alright." Carol laughed.
Ever since Preston arrived it seemed that once a week I threatened to kill him. But what Carol didn't realize, I wasn't joking. I walked over to where they were working, hoping I would calm down by the time I got there, but I only grew angrier. I angrily blew past most of the other people who were doing the repairs, some of the greeted me, but knew not to bother me after quickly fingering out now wasn't a good time.
"Gonna murder Preston again?" Daryl called after me. I was going to just ignore him and blow by, but I stopped, and turned.
"If you hear screaming I'm either ending, or about to kill a dead Preston." River sat down where he stood, not about to follow me any further.
"Ooohhoho." Several of those listening sounded, including Glenn, Daryl, and Morgan.
"Now if you'll excuse me." I tried to give a sweet smile as I trembled with rage, I turned on my heel. "Preston Ray Reeves!" I screamed.
"No helping him now." Morgan commented.
"Yeah he's dead." Glenn added.
"'Bout twelve times over." Daryl finished.
I found Ron, Carl, and Preston freezing at my voice.
"Son of a-" I grabbed Preston's shirt collar and rammed him into the side of the building. Ron almost took a step toward us, but Carl held him back.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Oh man I was pissed. I pulled him away from the wall to push him back into it. "Leave her behind. But leaving her with him?"
"He can take care of her much better than I can most of the time."
"That's a bunch of bullshit." I hissed. "She's five years old! And you leave her with him?"
"I know how old she is!" He yelled back. "It was a better decision at the time. You're being too hard on him."
"Well I'm only giving him what he deserves." I growled.
"You know, just because he-"
"Preston. Don't. Even. Go there." I warned.
"Why? You don't want me to mention Kylie? Are you so afraid to talk-"
"Preston! I am not talking about that right here. Not now."
"Why? Do you not even want to acknowledge the past anymore?"
I released my hold on Preston, turning my back on him. "You don't get it." I mumbled angrily. Preston grabbed ahold of my shoulder. My jaw locked as I instinctively spun on my heel, and threw all my weight into the side of his face. When Preston hit the ground, I sighed, calming down. I looked away.
"You know better than to do that." I told through gritted teeth. "Face it Preston. You thought you knew me. But you don't. It's been three damn years. A hell of a lot has happened between now and then. You wouldn't understand." With that I walked off, not listening to anything being said as I left them behind me.

I sat on the guard platform. I had a run around the place to cool down, but I needed to sort out my thoughts more. My elbow was on my knee and I rested my head on my knuckles. I glanced over to the ladder when I heard someone else come up. Rick stood next to me and we looked at the outside world beyond the wall. I was thankful that there was silence, before Rick brought something up.
"That was a pretty bad hit Preston took. But what I thought had to be the damnedest thing, was that he wouldn't tell me who did it. Got Ron and Carl to stay out of it too." It didn't take much for me to figure out he knew. "But I'm questioning why someone would ask for him to be taken in, when something like that was probably bound to happen."
"If you want me to say I didn't do it. You came to the wrong person. Neither of us here is stupid, and it wasn't hard for me to figure out you knew." I paused, rubbing my knuckles. "If you are thinking of kicking anyone out, it should be me. Preston did nothing wrong, and deserves to be in a place like this much more than I do." I looked Rick in the eyes, before looking down.
"I really want to say it was an honest mistake, but it's just, so much more than that."
Rick gave a slight nod. "Mind telling me what happened?" When I nodded, he sat down facing me.
"I guess I'll start from the beginning." I said, looking out, taking a deep breath. "I was watching Judith when I found a kid's walkie talkie under the couch. When I turned it on, I talked to his little sister. I guess it was the fact that he didn't bring her and his brother with him made me mad. A five year old out there with only one other person. I have a little disagreement with Preston's brother, so the fact that she was left with him caused my blood to boil. So I went to find him and see what the hell was going through his head to do such a thing." I paused. "I said what I wanted to say and started to walk off. Preston grabbed my shoulder from behind me to stop me, and I. I punched him." I covered my eyes with a hand. "I know what it sounds like, but Preston would never do such a thing. He wouldn't even think about it. It's just. Like everyone here, he knows I've been through hell and back." Rick kept a straight face as he listened. "But he knows how bad my past is. I... I guess he just forgot for a second." Sighing, I slowly looked back over at Rick. "Like I told Carl. If you've been out there, alone for as long as I have. You wouldn't believe how natural it is to act before you think." I shook my head. "That punch, was done on pure instinct. I couldn't have stopped the moment he gripped my shoulder. But Preston deserved that a little bit. Because he knows better than anyone, to never try that."

Rick nodded. "You were right, about everyone knowing you've been through hell. But none of us could have guessed it was that bad."
"Yeah, most people don't anymore. After so long I guess I learned to hide it. To try not to let it consume me every time someone pats me on the shoulder." I paused. "Carl told me there were three questions that you ask newcomers. As you way of testing to know if you can trust them. I know you already let me in, and Preston. But, how come you haven't asked either of us?" I looked over at him as he thought about it.
"Well, we couldn't ask you if you were out cold. If you wanted to hurt any of us you had your chances. But instead, you helped out Daryl, maybe even saving him. And you kept Carl from facing hungry walkers down there alone. You knew the situation meant that one of you were going to end up down there, probably badly hurt. You pulled him up, knowing that you would fall." Rick paused, meeting my gaze. "I haven't seen selflessness from outsiders like that for a long time. I figured, if you trusted whoever you were bringing here couldn't be that horrible. You made him your responsibility, and said I could kick you out if he did anything stupid. Sunny, you gained my trust ever since that day with Carl. If you had a friend out there, and you took responsibility for anything they were capable of, then he didn't need to be questioned. Besides the fact you both were squabbling on you way in, and lacked sleep." Neither of us could help but laugh. My smile faded as I watched a figure, not much bigger than me walked toward us on the road. Rick and I stood at the same time. I squinted my eyes the person had a bag, but a jacket was tucked behind it and the hood was on their shoulder. Then, I found a pair of green blue eyes looking up at me. My eyes never left the nearing figure, while Rick looked back and forth between us.
"You know him?" He asked.
"I did." I remarked, before climbing down. Rick followed after someone else took our place. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daryl and Glenn make their way over. "I got it." I told, closing the gate behind me. I quickly made my way over to the figure. His dark, naturally golden streaked hair was long and a tangled, curled, greasy mess. His green and blue eyes light up with a smirk at the sight of me coming to him. He opened his mouth , but I grabbed his jaw.
"Angel Reeves. You dare say a word, I will smack you." I hissed in a hushed voice.
Angel nodded in response.
"Your brother is here, but you cannot start a fight. Now you suck it up, act like a normal person, go in there answer questions and you help out and be apart of this community. If you know you can't follow through with that, hand me your sister and just turn your ass around now. This isn't a laughing matter, and you're not gonna be my responsibility. I have my own problems to worry about and I don't need you to add to it." I gave him a nod, let go of his jaw, and crossed my arms.
"Good to know you haven't changed much sunshine... Well A-"
"Don't. My past is my past and it stays between us. You do anything really stupid, Preston won't be standing behind you to stop me this time."
"Man, you really care about this place don't you?" He asked.
"N-" I bit my tongue, lightening up a little. "Yeah. I do." I paused. "Now let me take your sister."

Angel and I moved Emily into my arms with the jacket draped around her.
"Damn it we're lucky she's a heavy sleeper." I muttered, adjusting my hold.
"She finally fell asleep maybe a mile and a half back." Angel rubbed the back of his neck. "Neither of us have gotten very good sleep lately."
"Well I don't blame you." I whispered as I turned around.
"Wait, A-, Sunny." I turned to look back. "What kind of questions?"
"If you're serious about staying. Then why don't you come and find out." I started to walk back once more, and was slightly surprised to hear footsteps following me. Glenn pulled back the gate for us, and closed them once more. Daryl stopped Angel, grabbing his shoulder.
"Try anything stupid, you'll either be dead, or right back out there." He paused. "How many walkers have you killed?"
"Maybe around ninety." Angel answered.
I only heard the first half of the second question, before Rick gently set a hand on my shoulder.
"She hurt?" He asked in a whisper.
I shook my head. "Asleep." We both looked back as Daryl glanced at us, before searching for weapons. Neither of them could hear us.
"Who is he?" Rick asked.
"That, is Angel Reeves. Preston's twin brother." I spoke, right as a pair of green blue eyes locked with mine.

A/N
Alright, I must know, how many of you either thought it was someone else (like Carl) coming into Sunny's room? Or even thought Preston was gonna kiss her?
What do you think happened to Sunny that makes her react on instinct to turn and punch when someone grips her shoulder? ... And why the hell does she dislike Angel so much? Geez he seems like a kinda nice guy, and need I remind, Preston's twin brother! Oooooooooo, shit just got real people, shit just got real.
Until the next chapter! Please remember to comment and vote!