"Somewhere I belong"

"AARGHHH!"

Do not blame me. I couldn't stop screaming, kicking and tossing and finally being held down. And I refused to take any sedative because hell NO! You just find yourself in some messed up TV show and OH Luck! cause your first encounter is with the cruelest villain in the history of all villains and You. Get. Shot! So thank you very much but I pass the sedatives. I rather not falling sleep in the presence of people that were about to kill me MINUTES AGO!

Oh and above all, I felt like fire was going through my thigh, circling along my blood system and causing everywhere in my body to hurt like I was in hell. My leg was completely stained red when this stupid doctor Carson tore the fabric to disinfect the wound and pull the bullet out. I wanted to die. Genuinely. I'd never been shot before, I'd never felt this agonizing pain. I felt my stomach turning by looking at the nasty sight.

I could see silvers of glinting metal protruding, for which doctor called me lucky it had not penetrated very deep for some magical reason. I didn't consider myself lucky though. My hands trembled uncontrollably and my lungs didn't work properly so I was hyperventilating which resulted in me getting dizzier both in losing blood and lack of oxygen.

I still couldn't take my eyes off the doctor and his supposed assistants which were this Mexican man called Gary and a petite girl whose name I didn't quite catch. They were holding me down but at this point I was too tired to even flinch let alone fight them. The doctor picked up a pair of large tweezers and I gulped in horror. He didn't give me a chance though as I felt a tearing pain in my flesh. He gently removed one piece of metal and then probed deeper.

I thought I'd ripped my throat from all the screams when he probed deeper. One by one, my wounds were probed and I could hear the metallic clink as piece after piece of shrapnel dropped onto a container on the tray. The world was spinning around my head as I squeezed my eyes shut. The bullet must have exploded or something because when he dug again and twisted among the torn flesh, I could've sworn he only pulled out little pieces of metal.

And then after what felt like forever it finally finished as I was left there on the bed with a wet red face, dry lips and a throat that was now burning. I felt my leg being bandaged up then. It is indeed a cruel sad world. Imagine dead out there trying to get you and in here people attack each other. They don't care if someone's innocent or not. Because no one really is. It's been only a few hours and all I wanted was to go back home, to slouch on my sofa and taste my hot hot coffee and just be glad and thankful that I was well and alive.

I sobbed unknowingly as the doctor bent over my face and offered me a grim look which I quickly dismissed.

"You're all patched up." The doctor announced impartially, "Are you still in pain?"

Oh what a funny question! I would've sat right back up to punch the doctor in his stupid face wasn't I too tired. "I'm dying doctor," I moaned, " I can't… I can't even move my leg," suddenly my eyes shot open wide, " Oh no! I'm not paralyzed, am I doc?"

He pressed my shoulder back down, "Rest a few hours, you're lucky your thigh bone isn't broken."

"But it hurts like hell…" I desperately tried to yell but all my energy was drained.

That made the doctor to look back at me with a scowl, pulling his glasses down low on his nose. " I tried to give you a dose of sedative, you didn't want to take it. Whose fault is it now?"

Covering my face in my hands, I replied in a muffle voice. "You guys just shot me!"

"Well that's Negan's way around here." Carson replied dully." At lease now you know whose territory you're getting in."

Now I always wondered why Carson seemed so fishy to me in that one scene examining Daryl in this very room. The guy was annoying as fuck! I mean I don't care if he patched up my wound or pulled out the bullet, I still wanted to stab him in the eye. That thought just made my left eye twitch in anger.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't see any signs there, " I retorted, raising my hands and waving them," Warning! This is Negan's territory. You step in and you fucking get shot!"

It was a funny side to see how the maxican guy still looked at me with the same expression almost like he didn't understand English and the petite girl biting down her lip and trying hard not to laugh. The doctor let out an annoyed sigh then and walked away from my bed.

"How about be a little grateful," He started taking off his gloves," You're lucky he decided to keep you alive for whatever reason he's got in mind. Normally he's not that that merciful to offer medical care in addition. "

How fucked up these people really are? I mean you watch a show and never really realize how bad it could be if they were real. Now I could see that. And mixed emotions were boiling up in my body. I tried to push myself up and eye the doctor angrily for a minute. "Do you even have a conscious? You couldn't leave me bleed to death, could you? "

"Yes I could!" His sudden loud voice, almost made me jump. "And I would have."

I have to say, I was taken aback. Even those two assistants were surprised at the doctor. He was supposed to be a calm man, wasn't he? I saw him, wiping his brow and taking a deep breath then he glanced up at the tall Mexican guy. "Now just get her out of here."

The Mexican guy didn't even question the man, he instantly took me by my arm and dragged me up on my sound leg. " Hey hey… you just told me I should rest a few hours!" I winced at the shooting pain, taking over my body again.

"Gary probably shows you, your personal cell for that." The doctor shrugged indifferently as the word ' cell ' almost struck me like a lightening.

"WHAT?!" my high-pitched voice caused both the doctor and Gary wince in discomfort. I looked up at the big guy, whining. "You're gonna put me in a cell?" Daryl's moments in cell and all the mental torture started to haunt my mind. I wasn't Daryl, sure if they were going to do the same to me I would die within minutes. Besides dog food isn't really my thing.

Gary was like a Mountain, honestly he didn't respond to anything besides his movements were too sudden and too fast for my leg to follow them so I tripped and stumbled and was about to fall when the doctor held my other arm and put a crutch under it. "Take this before you leave."

I closed my eyes to swallow the knot in my throat and shut my eyes to fight back tears, reminding myself that this is apocalypse baby and you know that it's no place for a wimp. And I certainly wasn't a wimp.

When we walked past the cells with metal doors, I couldn't hide my curiosity as I saw both doors hanging open and found the dark rooms empty. My heart started pounding violently, I didn't know but I kinda expected to see Daryl around there. Did they actually kill him? Or did he finally accept to help Negan? The thought of a broken Daryl constricted my chest. I know I should've worried about myself more but Daryl was the hero.

But what about me? What was I? I didn't want to try hero, I also didn't want to be an extra. I couldn't let myself be that. Extras always die horribly. I wanted to survive but what is there to do to survive in here? Following Negan? I somehow knew where this story was going. I knew what'll happen to Negan eventually, I mean not all of it only partially but in the main story I wasn't part of anything. Now I was here, so…

Oh my head hurt. I think the blood loss had finally got into me. I needed to really really rest but how could I? When Gary didn't immediately throw me in one of the empty cells I was a little relieved, looking over at him I asked. " Hey um… do you know Daryl?"

Gary had this constipated look the entire time even when he looked down at me grimly for a moment, he shook his head slowly and mouthed. "No."

It did came to me as a surprise. Everybody must have known Daryl. He was like the hottest topic in the Sanctuary when he first got caught by Negan. Besides he wasn't quite a-sitting-around, waiting-to-be-rescued type anyway, so I'm sure everybody must have at least one encounter with him there.

"No?" I blurted out." No as in like you don't know any Daryl in general or you don't know the Daryl? Like the really famous one?" I never knew what was up with me and talking to grim looking bulky guys to calm down my nerves. But Gary seemed like a good guy. Not quite good by the definition, but good nevertheless.

It took several seconds for him to respond as we went into hallway after hallway in the building. I didn't stop staring at him though. I guess I made him uncomfortable cause he only took a quick glance and pushed me ahead. "No." He replied sternly.

"Is that the only thing you can say?" I rolled my eyes. " No?"

We came to stop at a small doorway at the end of a hallway. I opened my mouth to say something else when Gary's gruffly voice stopped me. " We're here." The door was wrenched open and without giving me a chance, he pushed me inside.

"Woah, don't need to be so –" he slammed the door shut right in my face. "Rude."

I tried to steady myself on the crutch when I heard a feminine voice called from behind. " Hello. "

I turned and found myself in an average but not particularly tidy room with rather shoddy furniture which seemed to have been arranged in a hurry and there were also two small beds. By the window, in an arm-chair with a broken arm, sat a woman in her late twenties, shoulder-length dark hair and in a yellow sundress. She glanced at me with her brown eyes.

I have to be honest, she looked extremely familiar but I didn't remember her name. Was it Mary? Lari? Carrie? Dang it. I've always been bad with names. I was thankful though when she spoke up again and offered me a small smile. "You're Elena, right? My name's Sherry."

Yes that was it: Sherry. I cruntched my way to sit on one of the beds, brushing off the pain, I shook my head. "Sherry? You're Dwight's wife, arentcha?"

Well this wasn't the kinda of introduction I was looking for. I saw the brunette girl frowned and rose from her seat consciously. "How do you know?" She asked skeptically.

I shrugged indifferently, forcing a rueful smile. "Lucky guess."

"Pretty accurate for a guess." She sounded worried and I could tell why she was. I knew she wasn't going to believe my story. Negan only laughed when I told him where I came from and others obviously thought that I was bunker crazy. So why would she do now?

Letting out a deep sigh, I closed my eyes. "I just heard some of the guys talking about it." I tried to reassure her.

"I thought it was forbidden to talk about it." She sat back on her chair, her eyes now were cast down and her face rigid and pale. "My past."

I knew the story. It was sad and tragic and touching. Really was… not my problem. Okay don't mistake me with a heartless bitch who's after herself and got no empathy. I got empathy but now I couldn't care less. With that being said, I had to show some profound emotion in my face and ask, "Why?"

"I'm Negan's wife." I raised my brow and tried to look shock as she shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Only one of the many."

"Oh… wowzers!" She immediately looked up at me with watery eyes. I felt guilty for the sarcastic retort. Okay maybe I was a heartless bitch, after all. " I mean… that's uh… that's messed up. Who would have thought? "

"We all belong to him." It was hard to ignore how defeated she sounded and it was having its effect. For a second I found myself rapt with her gentle voice." He's…. he's offered us a safe place. A sanctuary. And we ought to … serve him somehow."

I had to gulp in nervousness at that. Whatever she meant, didn't come as quite alright to me. And there was still a mystery as to: Why Negan let me live? I was grateful. Honestly I was. But still—

"You know that leads me to this question…" I drawled." Why do you think that Negan put me in a same room with one of his wives?" Pointing my finger at her," Heh… I mean I must be very special. "

"Special, you are. That's why he let you live."

Well that was pretty heart-warming, I didn't know though why my guts were telling me otherwise.

"Awesome." I grinned widely." Then why don't I like the sound of it?"

"When you marry him—"

"Whoa stop you right there!" That was a quick response. I mean in stories it usually takes time for the protagonist which was me here to find out about the Villain's plans. It was happening all too early and I didn't have time to catch it! My heart suddenly pacing up at that was just only a start then." I don't find this funny, lady… I'm… I'm," My breaths came in gasps and I felt like I was about to black out just thinking about it. "I'm not the type to marry anyone."

The thought was funny. I would've laughed. I would've certainly done it if my heart suddenly wasn't going to explode inside my chest. I tried to calm my mind but the room didn't stop spinning and I felt sick.

"Who's talking about the type here?" I didn't realize when Sherry got closer to me, but now her voice only rang in my ears." It's about survival. You want to survive? This is your only way. You think you're only running from the corpses? that you're gonna be safe in here. you're not. You can't fight. You can't escape. You have to do what you're told to do. That is the only way."

How could any of these be real? It's only been a few hours and so many has happened. I started rocking, rocking, rocking. Going back to the previous night, to yesterday. It was only a simple Sunday night, I was chilling… no… no… more like crying. Yes I was crying but I don't why, I don't remember the reason. I just felt so sad and broken. I was looking for escape. But why?

"This isn't real… this isn't real… nope, nope, nope. Not gonna happen. "

"Calm down." Her face was blurry and her voice echoed in my head like it came in a dream. like it wasn't real. For a second I even saw my sister there, Ana. She was pushing me down bed, wiping my sweats and tears." It's gonna be alright Eli, we won't leave you."

I was in my own room again and that calmed me. I was at home but as soon as my head hit the pillow, my eyes shot open wide. And I saw that I was still in a room with this Sherry girl and she still was trying to make sense of my craziness.

"Where's Daryl?" I asked out of the blue, causing her to look at me with a even more confused expression.

"Who?"

"Daryl… Daryl… he's the key." My heart still hammered but my breathing was getting back normal again, I tried to sit straight, the pain in my leg proving once again that I wasn't dreaming." He's gonna help us get outta here."

"There is no escape." She repeated," And I don't know who you're talking about."

"You don't know Daryl?" Was this girl just messing with me? "You talked to him? He was Negan's prisoner? Back when Negan taught Rick a lesson and smashed Glenn's head, he took Daryl. "

Confused and relatively frightened, Sherry looked me in my eyes. "Who are these people? Your people?"

I must have looked like a wreck to her. I was. One moment I was passing and another moment I was back again.

"No! gosh… how could not know him? you talked to him. You talked to him when he was in prison." I looked at her expectantly but she just continued staring in confusion. That didn't make any sense."No?... oh…oh…" Unless… " It hasn't happened yet. They haven't taken Daryl yet. Glenn still lives and so does Abraham and… oh…my god… I'm a…a few episodes early, am I not?" I didn't expect an answer this time as she gently pushed me back onto the pillow and cast a worried, almost pitying glance at me.

"You're in shock. It's going to be tougher for you." She put a blanket on me, caressing my hair gently." You need to rest."

Tougher my ass! But she was right. Maybe if I sleep, I would wake up back at home again. Where Ana was. I only wished.

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I'm revealing little bits of Elena's past life every now and then, it's not quite a happy life though but you'll learn in time. And yeah she's a few episodes a early, maybe if she's smart enough she can help some of our favorite heroes live! And yeah I know that she likes Negan, I like Negan, who doesn't? lol he's hot and handsome and has a pretty big mouth but let's be real, you wouldn't want to get in the bed with a sadistic murderer now, do you ?

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