After Daryl told me that he sort of has feelings for Carol, I moved out of our cell. I couldn’t stand being near him, and he didn’t seem to want to talk to me either. Maybe it was because he was mad at me for saying that I also think we should kick Carol out of the prison. Rick told me needed some time to think, and I told him that he shouldn’t make the decision alone, which he thought I was right about. He didn’t even ask Daryl, probably because he knew his answer already, so he asked Mason and Hershel - and me too, actually, even though he already knew my answer as well.
Rick told Hershel and Mason to meet him and me in the prison yard to ‘discuss something’. They both knew what it was about, but they were surprised to hear who had done it.
“Are you sure, Rick?” Hershel asked, concern written all over his face.
“She told me herself, Hershel. Why would she lie?” Rick mumbled. Hershel still didn’t seem to believe Rick. “Look, I didn’t believe her either, but she was in the tower that night-“
“But why would she do it?” Mason asked. Rick shrugged. “It just… It just doesn’t make any sense! Why would she do it?”
“Look, I doesn’t matter why she did it. The point is that she did it,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Mason frowned. “I know Carol, and I don’t believe she did it, even if she confessed,” he said.
“Well, Mason, she did it, okay? And if you want to be with her so badly that you won’t even kick her out of this damn prison, then why don’t you go with her?” I snapped at him.
He stepped closer to me. I saw the anger in his eyes, and scared by the rare sight, I stepped back, but he wouldn’t let me. He was fast. He grabbed my wrist and brought me closer to him. “You listen to me, little sister. I’ve done so much for you. I’ve always been on your side, and this one time – just this one time I need you, you turn on me,” he hissed. I’d never seen him like that. I knew he was right, though. He had done a lot for me and our sister through the years and he’d never wanted anything in return. Not until now. He needed for me to be on his side, just for once. But I knew I couldn’t. Yes, my hate towards Carol was crucial in this case, but I had to admit; I was doubting my instinct, which told me to throw that bitch out of there at once. As both Hershel and Mason said; we had no evidence. Mason’s grip on my wrist grew tighter and it took everything in me not to scream.
“Mason, let go of her,” Hershel said in a calm voice, but Mason didn’t react. The anger in his eyes only grew bigger at his words, and his grip grew tighter. I began to scream. I screamed as loud as I could, at that time not caring about the walkers that it would attract. “Mason, let go of her right now!” Hershel then shouted. Nothing. Mason did nothing. He remained in the same position. But not for much longer. Someone grabbed Mason and jerked him away from me, and it wasn’t until my brother was lying on the ground that I realized it was Daryl. Mason tried to get up, but Daryl kicked him in the stomach and aimed his crossbow at him. I stepped forward and looked down at Mason.
It was in that moment I realized what the apocalypse had done to my beloved brother. He’d gone crazy. It had ruined him. He was laughing. He was laughing loudly, and I wasn’t not sure he even knew why himself. He slowly got up, but Daryl didn’t lower his crossbow.
“Whoa, what are you gonna do, huh? You might just be some dumb redneck, but you love my sister, and you wouldn’t do anything that would hurt her, right?” he laughed, looking even more crazy than before. He then looked at me. “You know what, sis? I might just go with Carol. Then you stay here with Dixon here,” he stepped closer to me, even though Daryl now had an arrow pressed to his temple, “You know what? When all this started, you told me you’d always choose family over anything and now you’re turning on your brother. That’s sort of ironic, isn’t it?”
“You’re not my brother, Mason. Not anymore,” I whispered, fighting back tears. It was the truth. The guy I saw when I looked into his eyes wasn’t the man I was once proud to call my brother. He wasn’t the same anymore. I guess that’s just what this world does to some people. They can’t handle it and they break. But in this world only the strongest survive. I didn’t know if he was strong or not, but one thing was for sure; he was crazy, and he didn’t belong with the rest of us.
That was the last time I saw my brother. Alive, anyway.
A/N - so, I forgot to post chapter 10 when I finished it, so here you have 2 chapters!