My head was pounding when I regained consciousness and I finally remembered what had happened when I blacked out. 

Something sharp sliced my chest and I screamed. My eyes opened and I was greeted by a slap. 

Straddling me was a guy that looked in his thirties. His hands were tearing off my shirt and I struggled to get him off. 

My head rolled to the side and tears were starting to form, but I didn't let them fall. I couldn't show him I was weak. As soon as my shirt was off he proceeded down to my pants. I kneed him in the nose before he could do anything and his knife swiped against my stomach, I started to scream but his hand covered my mouth. 

The hand was sweaty against my mouth and I felt like gagging, I quickly bit him and looked around the room while he sat up and nursed his hand. 

"You bitch." I ignored his comment and my eyes rested upon something shining in the corner of the room. I darted up to get it but he grabbed my leg, he was too slow and my hand had already grabbed the gun. As soon as he turned me over and tried to get my underwear off I put the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. He dropped down dead on top of me and I pushed him off.

"Fucker." I spat down at him and pulled on my pants. I felt weak and disgusting. I wanted nothing more than to die right now. My head was foggy from the events that had happened and I wanted to puke since I was sick to my stomach. The world was currently hard enough, but men still tried everything to pleasure themselves. Disgusting.

I couldn't go out to the rest of the group just yet, they were probably worried about me, but I didn't care. So instead of going out, I sat down in the corner and pulled knees up to my chest and ignored the blood coming out from the cuts on my chest and stomach. Thankfully they weren't too large and I shouldn't pass out. 

The room was silent until voices were heard outside and the door opened. Before anyone entered I pushed my head between my legs so that they couldn't see my face or my almost naked chest. 

"Vogue? Oh my god." I felt someone kneel down by me and I knew it was Tia. 

"Daryl, give me your jacket." Something soft was placed on top of my feet and I lifted my head to see what it was.

Daryl's jacket. 

My hands shook as I reached out and grabbed it. When I put it on it was warm against my skin.

Daryl was kicking the guys body and muttering something under his breath while Rick stood by the doorway with a shocked look on his face.  

"What 'appened?" Daryl grumbled, his voice was harsh. 

Tia shot him a glare and I shook my head. 

We headed to the car in silence and I would occasionally catch Daryl watching me from the corner of his eyes. 

During the car ride my body shivered from pain due to the cuts on my body and the pain in my head. My mind still replayed the whole moment over and over again. I could still feel his grimy hands against my body and his hot disgusting breath against my face. 

When we had arrived at the hotel I jumped out of the car and leaned up against a tree as I hurled everything in my stomach out onto the ground. I felt someone rubbing circles on my back and I instantly felt comforted. 

Once I had finished I stood back up but almost tipped backwards. Daryl's hands had quickly prevented me from falling, but as he took his hands off me they were covered in blood.

"Rick! Get Hershel now!" His voice was filled with panic and his arm wrapped around my waist as we hobbled back into the hotel. 

Rick and Hershel were standing out front. When Hershel saw me, he ran towards me to help Daryl carry me inside. 

They had brought me to the lobby and placed me on one of the couches. 

"Where are you cut?" Hershel's hands reached out to move the jacket but I snapped at him and hit his hand away.

"Vogue, we gotta see where yer cut." Daryl's voice made me relax and I gave Hershel an apologetic smile before removing the jacket. 

Rick gasped and I saw Daryl's knuckles turn white as he gripped the arm of the couch. 

Hershel turned around and shuffled through a bag before turning back to face me. In his hand was a bottle of alcohol. My eyes widened and I shook my head but no words came out. 

"Hold my 'and when it 'urts." Daryl extended his hand and I gripped it.

Hershel took a deep breath before pouring some of the alcohol onto my wounds. My back lifted off the couch and my legs kicked outwards, but I held my tears and screams. Daryl's face was filled with sadness and worry when I looked at him, and I felt awful. 

Once both of my cuts had been cleaned, Hershel wrapped them up and left with Rick. 

My breathing was heavy and my hand still held Daryl's and I quickly removed it. 

Third Person P.O.V.

Vogue had sat in her room all day with the door shut. She had not moved from the bed even when Daryl had tried countless times to get her to come out, he had even tried to get her to eat, but she continued to sit there and ignore him.

Vogue couldn't get the memory of the man out of her head. This same situation had happened to her before many times with her own Father, but something about this time had set her off.

It had been 2 days and Vogue had not came out of her room. She had began to grow weaker and she feared her demons were winning. 

Daryl had sat outside the locked doors and talked. Hoping that she would eventually come out and talk, but that never happened. Daryl had become increasingly worried since it had been two days since he saw her. He spent most of his time picking at the carpet and telling tales while Vogue sat in bed.

Vogue had listened to every word Daryl had said. She never had ignored him. It made her feel better knowing someone was outside making sure she was okay, but sadly, she wasn't.

She had no feelings left in her body. She was numb.

Memories started to pile up and she had finally broke. She muffled her sobs with her pillows as she thought about her past. She couldn't do this anymore.

The weak girl lifted the sheets off herself and she walked over to the door and sat in front of it.

"Daryl." Her voice was weak and her throat was scratchy from not talking. She coughed before continuing, "Thank you for caring. Goodbye." Her hand rested against the window on the door and a bigger hand settled on top of hers from the other side.

Daryl sat there confused by the girls words. What did she mean goodbye. Her hand was removed from the window and realization hit Daryl.

No, no, no.

"Carol!" He screamed as loud as he could, he tried his hardest to keep calm, but in a situation like this, it was one of the toughest things to do.

Carol had came rushing into the room and Daryl pushed on the door as hard as he could.

"She's gonna kill 'erself!"

Carols eyes got huge and she pushed Daryl away as she brought the closest chair near her down onto the handle. It popped off and they both rushed into the room, but she wasn't there.

Sobs were coming from the bathroom and Daryl ran in with Carol following.

A hand held mirror was broken on the floor and Vogue sat in the corner of the shower with one of the pieces held against her wrist.

"Stay away from me!" Her voice was shaky and Daryl's eyes were beginning to fill with tears. He rubbed the back off his hand against his eyes and looked back over to Vogue's frail figure.

"Talk to me please." Daryl was going to try everything to save her.

"I'm numb Daryl. There's nothing I can do. I can't sleep, I can't think straight, I can't even feel anything. I want to feel something!" She was soon screaming and her tears rolled down her face and dropped to the ground. 

"No Vogue! Please don't do this to me." Daryl's voice was had begun to get weak.

He turned toward Carol, "Distract her."

"Honey, please don't do this. Daryl cares, I care, we all care." Carol had squatted down a few feet in front of her. 

"I love you guys." Vogue whispered before pushing the glass to her wrist. Blood dripped out and landed on the floor. The piece of glass was knocked out of her hand before she could finish.

Daryl's arms wrapped around her waist and he put his head the crook of her neck. He couldn't keep quiet anymore and act like everything was fine, loud sobs escaped his body.

Vogue's hands wrapped around Daryl's necked and she pulled him in closer. They both sat on the floor crying. Daryl didn't care whether she got blood on his shirt, all he cared about was if she was safe.

A/N: Currently crying. 

I wrote this on Halloween, so boo bitchachos. 

I love you guys.