Post by Daryl Dixon on Jan 19, 2015 21:49:29 GMT
Memories
Not many know much about me. Not many people know that my father was an abusive drunk. I prefer to keep my secrets...secret.
It was so hard when Merle was away. I was too young and weak to fight back on my own. Merle helped me when he wasn't on the run or in prison but so often he left me alone with our father. When the old man wasn't beating me, he was threatening or throwing things around. He left me sometimes terrifies to move from the corner I had crowded myself into.
Because of him, we were outcasts. We never really had enough to eat. I did badly in school and Meryl hardly went. It got to the point where I felt I was no one. Would never be anything.
Then the apocalypse happened. The people who looked down on me were gone. Money was nonexistent. So am I glad this happened? Maybe... It seems odd of course but my life did become better.
Now I am part of the future. I hold my own weight and I can help. I'm not a nobody.
I am Daryl Dixon.
I am a fighter.
I am provider.
I matter.
