I woke up, my head was absolutely pounding. All I remembered was a sharp pain in my head and then total blackness. I'm not dead...or at least...I don't think I am…
Then I saw the cause of it...Jon stood there right in front of me, an evil smirk on his lips. He must've dragged me deep into the forest, far enough that no one would even notice…
He had probably planned this all along...I was going to die...I knew I was...but he'd make it a slow death...painful...sadistic…My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him to do his worst...He had a knife in his hand...tossing it, catching it by the handle each time.
I gulped, trying to not have a total panic attack. I was going to die, and no one would know. He would make some excuse as to what happened to me...probably would say I was eaten by a Walker or something…
My head snapped back, hitting the tree as Jon's fist collided with my face. I had the metallic taste of my blood in my mouth...and my head was spinning…
"You stupid bitch. You thought you had gotten away from me didn't ya?" he chuckled "But you'll never get away from me. You are mine…"
Again his fist collided with my body, this time into my stomach, knocking the wind from my lungs…
Would anyone miss me when I was gone? Would anyone be worried for my well being? Would they come looking for me? What would happen to Daryl after I was gone? Would he mourn me? Or would he just move on, forgetting that I even existed?
So many questions pop into your head when you are faced with death. It is also a time where you really appreciate life. But it is different for me...if it ended now...I would no longer have to deal with the pain...the ever constant pain that I have endured throughout my life...Everyone would be better off...Maybe Jon would be different if I wasn't around…
No...Jon wouldn't change...because this is who he is...this is who he will always be...He would kill me, and then move onto another...Sucking the life from her, and then do the same to her when he was done…
I could feel the sharp pain radiate through my leg as he cut into it, making shallow cuts into it. I screamed loudly, but in return that only caused him to punch me in the face again. I could see the blood dripping from my wounds as he carved something into it...a word…
When he was done with that...I was starting to lose myself...I just wished it would end…As that thought occurred to me I could feel his hand wrap around my throat, squeezing tightly, taking air from my lungs…
In a matter of seconds I felt the hands lifted from my throat….I weakly looked up and saw Daryl on top of Jon, beating him senseless. Daryl's blue eyes glared down dangerously at him as his fists collided with his face.
"Daryl…" I said weakly, breathing shallowly
"Savannah? Are you alright?" Rick came beside me, looking concerned
I looked weakly at him but couldn't speak...I was too weak…
"Daryl. Stop" Rick said
"No! I'm going to kill this sonuva bitch!
"Daryl…" Rick warned
"Then what are we going to do with him? He's fucking not fucking coming back with us!" Daryl yelled at him
Rick sighed "Ya you're right...Tie him up. We'll leave him here. Right now we have to get Savannah back to the camp though. She's not in good shape…"
Good...let Jon be left to the walkers...let him feel the pain as they killed him…
Daryl sighed and did as Rick said. Tieing him to the tree. Daryl ran over to me, cupping my face softly as a tear fell down my face. He quickly picked me up, and the three of us headed back to camp.
"Everything's going to be alright Italia...I'm going to make sure…" Daryl said scared tone in his voice "Just stay with me...please…"
"We shouldn't tell the others what we did. We'll tell them that Jon did this and he ran off when he saw us coming"
Daryl nodded
"Thank you...Daryl…" I touched his face weakly and coughed, blood dribbling down my chin,
The pain in my body was excruciating...and I was bleeding...I didn't know how long I would last…
In the background of my foggy mind I could hear Daryl talking to me...but as I tried to listen...my vision blackened...and I fell unconscious….