I hate you (Daryls daughter/ Carl love story)

New scars

Gonna edit this chapter later! Right now I'm just getting it out here!

Also I think I forgot to say but not everything in this book is gonna stay true to the timeline of TWD! A few things have been and will be changed!
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Diana couldn't stop shivering.

He'd left hours ago.

He was gone.

Long gone.

But she could still feel his hands.

She could still feel them in place that hands never should be.

These hands weren't like the ones from her nightmares.

They were trying to pull her away. They were trying to take her away.

But these hands...

They were trying to prove something.

The governor had been trying to prove something.

He'd been trying to prove that he owned her.

That he could do whatever he wanted with her.

They made her feel like she shoulder scrub every square inch of her body with buckets of soap.

She hadn't felt this helpless since the night she left her fathers group.

She shuddered again.

She was really, really, really cold.

She had her jacket zipped up now, sure.
But... she felt so exposed.

The governor had left with the promise to send Merle in later.
Would he do the same thing?
Would he make good on her promise to give her new scars?
What would he do?

She stopped her imagination from running wild.
That would lead her nowhere.
She had to keep a clear head.
She had to push what happened behind her.
Stay ahead and stay alive.
No room for any more trauma.
No room to think on the past.
She just needed to find Glenn and Maggie.
She needed to find them and get out.
Pretend nothing ever happened.

Were they also separated? The could be in rooms just like hers.
If she could just loosen the ropes...

She wriggled her arms but the binding wouldn't budge.

It only rubbed her wrists raw.

She pulled harder but it seemed that her skin would give before the rope would.

She wanted to just BITE something Ugh!

She needed to help Glenn!
She needed to help Maggie!

She fought harder.

Diana needed to help herself so she could warm the people at the prison!
She needed to get OUT.

If she had her knife with her than she'd be out faster than she could snap her fingers. But no! She had to drop it. She had to leave it behind.

The one good thing that knife was good for. The thing that her father had given it to her for. It was to PROTECT HER. Keep her away from bad people!

But NO!

She shook the chair harder.

Maybe she could rock it and knock it over...

Maybe even break it.

She began swinging back and forth.

Back...
Forth...

Her chair tipped forward...
Then back...
The chair legs left the floor...