Deadland

Chapter 90- Back to the Beginning

"Would you have cared?" 

Would I have? Doesn't matter, nobody can know I would have if I would have cared.

"I would have cared if I cared enough to come home. And obviously, I don't give a fuck about that place. Now answer the damn question." 

Sasha scoffs softly, "What do you think?" 

I chuckle angrily and stand up, "You are making this way too hard! The fuck you think 'ima do? Rat you out?" 

"Will you?"

Probably.

"No! Just-" I sigh into my hands, squeezing the bridge of my nose. "You tell me why you're here and I will answer one question of your's about me. Not Negan, not the Saviors, me." 

Sasha hesitates, "Just scoping out the place." 

"How did you know where we live?" 

"One question," She says, narrowing her eyes. "My turn." 

I groan quickly and sit across from her, the darkness of the cell almost consuming me completely. 

"What are those needle marks from?" 

"Whatever I have on hand. Dilaudid, heroin, sometimes Fentanyl but I normally snort that shit or use a pill, and sometimes Oxycontin. Only used that shit once. Dunno' if I'll ever to that again because," I whistle. "Holy fuck." 

Sasha's eyes are widened and she looks like she's just seen a ghost, "You're using all of that?"

I scoff, "That's just the injections that I take. Anyway, my turn. Who were you with?" 

"I was alone." 

"Bullshit." I'm quick to retaliate. "How fuckin' stupid do you think I am? Damn." I scoff and shake my head, "Who were you with?" 

"I was alone." Sasha repeats.

"Who are you protecting?!" I jump up and run my fingers through my hair and rub my eyes angrily. "Whoever you're protecting does not deserve to be protected, can't you see that? You're killers! All of you!" 

"We are not killers! The Saviors are and you joined them! You had a chance to leave but you...Adrian, your eye." 

"What the fuck about it?" 

"It's bleeding." 

My heart stops. 

What? Is that even possible?

I put a cautious hand to my left eye and when I remove it, there's blood on the palm of my hand. "Shit, what the fuck?"

I walk out of the cell, closing the door and locking it behind me. I quickly run to the bathroom, a hand still on my eye. 

It doesn't hurt, I didn't know about it until Sasha said something, maybe it's from Nick.

Once I'm in the bathroom, I run to the mirror and stare at myself. 

My whole eye is red. There's a deep cut that's working on scabbing almost horizontally but a little diagonally across my eye, cutting through my eye as well. 

While arguing with Sasha, I must have absent-mindedly rubbed my eyes and caused the mark inside to bleed, maybe it's a blood vessel. 

"What was I supposed to do, Nick?! He ruined both of our lives and you know it!" I yell angrily. 

 Nick grabs an empty beer bottle and smacks me across the face with it. The glass shatters and I can feel it pierce my skin. Something pricks my eye, must just be a small shard.