THEN... It was over.

All the tears and screams were fading out and I felt, as if, I was, too.

Somebody's eyes were on me, so I slowly looked to my right and saw Carl's sad eyes. My eyes trailed down to his hand, which I was still holding firmly onto, and slowly let go of, so I didn't have to cause him any more pain from my intense grip. Though, he only reached back over and held onto it again, firmly taking my hand into his now.

Then, I watched as Negan ordered Dwight to put Daryl back into the truck, where all of us were just at.

"Daryl!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, taking Carl's hand and squeezing it with all my might. He was the one who was close enough beside me to hold onto. Though, I could've used the dirt, but I needed skin and bone.

I watched as Dwight threw Daryl into the back of the truck like he was a dangerous dog. From all the blunt hits that I remember pounding down on Abraham and Glenn, I flinched at the thought of them. I was starting to hyperventilate so much that I began to cough and my arms, hands, and face became numb.

"Ta-Da," I heard Negan tauntingly laugh, as he came into view. He crouched down right in front of me and Carl. He had that same dirty smug smirk on his face as he glanced from him and to me.

Glenn died because of me. Daryl was in the back of that truck because of me. Negan just had to rub it in even more.

"What did you think was going to happen? That you and your friends would live happily ever after? This is life, sweetheart. But, this right here..." He held Lucille up with both Glenn and Abe's brains and blood still hanging off of it. "This is your life now."

"Leave her alone," Carl choked out, a growl to his tone. Negan slightly turned his attention towards him now, amusement written all over his face. "Just... Leave her alone."

Negan cleared his throat, none of what was just said not phasing him whatsoever. "And... Who might you be to her?" he sighed out, playing around with the idea. His cruel and uneasy mind could be thinking anything by this point. "Are you her brother or child?" Carl didn't say a word, not even shaking his head. He wasn't going to budge. With a smug grin, Negan nodded and stood up. "Thought so."

Then, he lifted up Lucille before bringing her down. Out of instinct, I launched myself in front of Carl and sheltered him from Negan's wrath. Or, more like, Lucille's wrath. Then, just as I reopened my eyes and looked to my left, where I had once sat, was where Lucille sat. He was trying to kill me – not Carl.

"Dammit," Negan hissed before picking Lucille back up and snapping his fingers at somebody behind me. Then, that's when I was being picked up and moved back to my assigned spot. It was Dwight who readjusted me. "What the hell, muffin? Why'd you move for? Afraid that I would get yah?"

"You're sick," I growled back through gritted teeth. "If I hadn't move, you would've killed me. Wouldn't you have?"

He shook his head and tried to play it off. "No, no," he hesitantly said, placing a hand over his heart. "I would never. I guarantee it."

I turned back towards where Dwight stood behind me and gazed at him, my mouth ajar in disbelief and question of if he would have allowed Negan to kill me or not. From our brief past, I would like to believe that he wouldn't have.

"Somebody has to pay for this," Negan announced, jumping up to his feet again. He gave Dwight the silent signal, and that' is when I was suddenly being lifted up and dragged across the ground by my hair. I began to scream, cry, and kick to be free from his grasp.

"What?! Where are you taking her?!" Rick screamed from the top of his lungs, finally speaking up.

I heard Negan say something along the lines of, "She's going home with me, where she will beg for mercy at my feet" — but all that didn't matter as Dwight suddenly stopped, letting go of my hair finally, and sat me right beside where Glenn once was.

His body was still there, but not his cute Asian face. Instead of his head, there was nothing but blood and brain mush from after what Negan and Lucille did only minutes prior.

"Look at there, T," Dwight whispered in my ear from being crouched down behind me. I know that he has to act tough and all in front of Negan, but this is beyond crazy. "He was your friend. Your best friend. Am I right?"

I crawled only a step towards where Glenn had been and held my breath, holding my mouth wide open in disbelief. I tried to hold myself together after glancing from Glenn's body and the blood that had once belonged to him to imagines that flashed through my head of him.

Every smile, laugh, smart remark, wink, hug, embrace, or conversation that we had ever had... It all flashed through my head at once and it made my heart drop to the very bottom of my stomach.

When I slowly took the moment to glance down at the rest of them, being my friends — the people who I would probably consider my family now more than ever before — everything hurt just a little bit more.

I watched Daryl, from the back of the truck, look down at me, wondering rather or not that I was about to burst into a million pieces. Then, to Rosita, who had just lost the love of her life in Abraham. From Michonne to where Abraham once was, my heart felt crunched inside of me. I watched Rick's face as he seemed to be studying mine, wondering rather or not that I was going to die or not now. Everybody was watching me as I watched them, too, like a movie.

Then, before I could gather my thoughts, I felt somebody's huge hand around the back of my neck. However, it didn't feel like Dwight's grip. It felt more violent and hard. Maybe even rough. Most likely belonging to Negan, himself.

"This is him! What's left of him, that is," Negan yelled into my ear, shoving my face forward to where the tip of my nose was about to be dipped into Glenn's blood and brain mush. "This is what he was! Your best friend, sweetheart! Where is he? Where is he?!"

I started to scream from the top of my lungs and tried to fight back, just so that I didn't have to be around this.

This isn't Glenn... Not anymore.

"This isn't Glenn!" I finally exclaimed, sobbing harder than before.

Then, it was all over as I looked up with swollen eyes from crying like I have, just to see Daryl growling and getting ready to take down Negan, himself, again — from the back of the truck. Yet, he didn't and he couldn't — and he wouldn't, either, if he wants to live after this. The damage had been done and I wasn't looking for him to protect me, either. Not this time, at least.

"That's right... He's dead," Negan whispered in my ear, each word coming off the tip of his tongue as a taunt. "Nothing is left of him. All of his memories of everyone... All of you... Gone. Just like that." Then, he snapped his fingers in my other ear, which made me flinch, for extra effect.

This had done it for Maggie, especially, who was crying even louder and harder than she was before. I slowly looked up to find her face out of the eight of them that was left. I couldn't face her face-to-face. I had grown very close to her, thanks to Glenn, but I didn't want to see her like this.

I seen Maggie bite her bottom lip as hard as she could, leaned up, and dug her hands into the dirt underneath her. She kept shaking her head until Negan grabbed me up by the back of my jacket and shoved me into the back of a truck with Daryl. I nearly head-butted him on impact.

Maggie nearly jumped up, only stepping up on her knees, as she screamed out and tried reaching out for me. When Negan announced aloud to the rest of our close friends that I was apparently going with him, Maggie — to my surprise — actually yelled out, "Nooooooooo! Don't take her!"

I tried to jump out, but not before Simon took the liberty of taking a strict stance in front of me. He placed a hand on each of his sides, almost swaying his hips, and smiled in enjoyment. "You ain't going anywhere, missy," he grunted with his deep tone.

Unfortunately, Dwight was right behind him with Daryl's crossbow raised, ready to shoot me down as soon as I even lifted my finger. He was ready and it was sad, considering how good that I knew he was personally.

The night was to come to an end soon and I would be delivered to Negan's main location, either offered a spot on his crew or an opportunity to be one of his many wives. Either way, as I watched the movie playing in front of my eyes, everybody was pleading for mine and Daryl's lives.

However, Negan didn't want to hear it anymore. He whispered devilish things right in Rick's face, hoping that each word of his would crawl their way into his ears and stick in his mind forever and ever.

They closed the door on Daryl and myself, leaving us in the musty darkness. I heard him breathing heavily, scared and fearful. I was numb, feeling all the emotions had already fallen down on my shoulders more than once tonight.

I began to pat down the floor, looking for Daryl, until I finally felt one of his hands and held it. His were warm and shaky. Yet, he didn't pull them back and push me away completely. He let me hold onto him until I felt him squeeze my hands tight. He began to shake more and more until, to my surprise, I heard him begin to weep.

Alas, I jumped forward and attacked him in a close embrace, holding him as tight as I possible could. I squeezed him around his neck as he wept into my shoulder, holding me back just as tightly. We had just lost two very close friends. The two that we will never get back...

As the door to the back reopened, Daryl and I had already been separated, as he looked stronger than I was at the moment. Dwight stood there, holding two black cloths of some kind. He had leaned inside to get close enough to us.

He came at me first as we exchanged a long glare before I looked ahead, right at Daryl as he stared back at me. I remembered seeing his bright eyes through the sad darkness right before I, myself, seen the complete dark.

Negan had done it. He had broken me.