Pt. 6

TW slight self harm, no I am not glorifying it I am simply taking something I and many others have don't to cope with anxiety, it can happen without you even noticing for a bit. 

Dwight brought me up some stairs through the building into a room with multiple women. Closing the door he left me in there and I nervously looked around. "Hey kid you okay?" A woman is a short and tight black dress asks coming up to me. "I uh, I don't, heh, I don't exactly know." I reply as the nails in my free hand dig into my palms. "I'm Sherry, I'll show you around." She says with a soft smile. "Could you uh start by telling me where, where I am exactly?" Sherry tilts her head with a look of pity on her face. "You really don't know do you? And from how you're dressed. . . Where are you from?"

"Up in the woods, I live there by basically by myself." I tell her and feel my lungs tighten. "Ca, can I sit down somewhere, please?" I stutter and quickly Sherry helps me to a chair. "What's wrong?" She asks slightly panicked. "I'm sorry, I just, uh, I have an anxiety disorder. I was diagnosed as a kid before the fall, this is the most people I've been around since." Sherry looks at me and sits next to me. "Why are you here?" I look down at my now bleeding palm as the question comes out of her mouth. "Negan, he, heh, he got me to get out of my house. But he. . . He didn't say anything about leaving me alone. . ." My voice trembles as I close my hand. "And I cant go home yet because we just got here and it's rude to leave right away." I chuckle sadly. "It's not rude kid, I'm surprised there are still people worried about making others upset in this world."

"What can I say, I'm afraid of confrontation. It's why I like living alone." As I finish that line someone opens the door and I see the Dwight man again. "He wants me to bring you to him (y/n)." He says and I notice him and Sherry exchange a sad look. Nodding I get up and walk with him.

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"There's my (y/n)." Negan says with a smile as he stands in front of a rail guard. "I want you to come look at this." He continues as he tries to pull me to his side. I move away and look over the rail seeing multiple people all doing different things, but no one was smiling. "I thought you said you saved people." I state plainly. "We do, this is how they repay me." I decide to stay out of it and take a deep breath. "What's wrong?" He asks trying to move closer to me, but for every in he moves closer I move two more away. "I,uh." "What's this?" Negan asks looking at the blood on my hand. Quickly o take my hand away and shake my head. "Nothing."

Why can't I just say I want to go home?!

"Let me look at it." "No." "Why not?" "Because it's nothing to look at." "(Y/n)." "It's nothing." Lightly Negan tugs at my hand and accidentally digs into my cuts. A wince escapes me making him look at me with concern. "Let me look, please." Reluctantly I let him take my hand and look at the self inflicted nail marks. "You made yourself, bleed. . ." Negan says in a soft sad voice. "It, it was an accident." I panic but feel arms embrace me. He holds me tight enough so that it's basically impossible for me to wiggle out of his grip.