I Spent my days crying. I'm still locked into the cell. I've been happy to get at least one meal a day. But I pick at it. I felt gross. I wanted to actually die. But not here. You ever just feel so alone that even the walls in your own room don't feel comforting anymore. I don't know if that makes sense. Easy street makes me want to stab my ears and gauge my eyes out. Everything just made me break. Negan came in earlier and he told me the same thing over and over.
N- I don't like this Isabella. Stop acting like a physco and act like the normal happy Isabel.
What if I didn't know how to get her back. I mean. Like seriously. I feel so lost. Everyday is like the same routine. It makes me feel stuck. Just trapped. It's the same thing everyday. And right about now I should be getting my daily beatings. My door opened and I didnt move. The guys just started to kick the shit out of my stomach and then my head. I just couldn't do anything about it. Cause if I did I'd be locked down here longer right? After beating me one of the guys started to grope me. And I headbutted him. They all left probably to tell negan I attacked him. I felt dead anyways
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Negan's little girl
Random" What are you doing with my gun? " He walked towards the girl who had mascara running down her cheeks " You want to act crazy. I'll show you crazy! " The gorgeous girl he once knew was broke and was laughing like a maniac. She suddenly stopped and...
