This Redneck And I

Eventually It Always Does

 Hey, my cookies, how are you today? I'm uploading again, I'm so sorry that school has to get in the way of writing on Wattpad, I'd be dead if I didn't go to school though. I might start writing a little at lunch once I get my new phone, so that's a plus, right? Yeah, it's a plus. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, maybe Daryl's POV will be here soon?!

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 When I wake up, I'm still cuddled against Daryl's chest. I don't want to get up, but I know I have to. And when I wake up, Daryl'll wake up. I pull his arm off of me and slide off the bed, letting his arm fall back down onto the bed. Maybe he won't actually wake up this time. 

 "I'm awake, you know." He says just as I'm about to open the door. Sure enough, I turn back to see his blue eyes staring at me. I smile at him and walk over to the bed, leaning down to give him a kiss. After a few minutes, it's still not a makeout session, I leave the room and go upstairs to change. 

 When I walk back out of my room, I have on another t-shirt, jeans, and my boots. I've also put my hair up in a ponytail, something I hardly ever do. I walk downstairs and into the kitchen to grab an apple, noticing that Beth isn't in here as I do so. She's almost always in the kitchen with Patricia, who is actually in here. 

 As I walk out the front door, I call a goodbye to Patricia. Before the door slams shut, I hear Patricia calling out a goodbye to me as well. I smile and bite into my apple. Beth is probably still in her room if she's not in the kitchen. My shoulder stings, so I can't spend too much time out here. It stings every time I move my arm even slightly.  

 I decide to spend the day getting to know Rick's group better. They seem like nice people, except for Shane. But other than Shane, I'd like to be friends with all of them. At least, if I can get my friendly side to show a little bit, I think they call me a loner or something. Or maybe I'll spend the day writing songs. I haven't done that in a while. I decide to do the latter.

 When I'm finished with my apple, I throw it into the garbage bins outside the farm house. Then I walk back inside and run straight into Beth, surprising both her and me. I smile at her and give her a hug before walking past. 

 I race up the stairs and into my room. Walking over to my desk, I grab a pencil and my song notebook. Then I grab my guitar to test the lyrics with and go back outside. I sit down on a porch chair and open my notebook. I flip to the first page, since this is a brand new notebook. I start to write the words to my song, singing them in my head as I write them.

 'The world has ended, but no matter, for your heart's extended. There's elastic ties holding it together, soon it will break from all of the pressure.' I write the words to represent what most everyone's life has become. My heart has extended, because I care about so many new people that I didn't know before. It's become bigger, and I'm more stressed because of it. I was always a loner before this, even though the rest of my family wasn't. I didn't do well with people, it's the same now.

 'And there's too many lives to worry about, soon you think it'll all go south. Because eventually it always does.' But now I worry about them constantly, and I almost always think something bad is going to happen. And eventually, something bad happens right after something good happens.

 'Eventually it always does. But you've gotta keep hope alive, because without it you'll surely die. You'll surely die.' And even though bad things happen, you have to be strong and don't lose the person that you are. Don't lose hope.

 'Don't say goodbye, you're not dead yet. You still have hope, it's not a threat.' We, the people who are alive and not walkers, are not dead yet. So, we don't say goodbye. Having hope is not threatening anything or anyone, is it?

 'Just keep that hope inside yourself, keep it in your trusty shell. It won't be broken, if you keep it inside yourself.' I keep any hope that I have in my heart, which is my trusty shell, because no one can break it, and thus I keep it inside myself.

 'And the world has ended, but no matter, for your heart's extended. There's no more elastic ties holding it together, for it broke apart from all the pressure. There's still too many lives to worry about, and I now know it will go south. Because eventually it always does. Because now it has.' I catch my breath for a moment before continuing to write and sing.

 'Eventually it always does. But you've gotta just let hope die, because with it you'll surely die. You'll surely die. Just say goodbye, you're dead now. You don't have hope, it's now a threat. And let that hope out of yourself, keep it out of your trusty shell. It will be broken, if you keep it inside yourself.' I wait before both writing and singing the last line.

 'Eventually it always does.' Now it's time to sing it out loud with actual music. I pick up my guitar and start to make music as I sing. 

 "The world has ended, but no matter, for your heart's extended. There's elastic ties holding it together, soon it will break from all the pressure. And there's too many lives to worry about, soon you think it'll all go south. Because eventually it always does. Eventually it always does. But you've gotta keep hope alive, because without it you'll surely die. You'll surely die." I stop for a moment to catch my breath once again before continuing the good natured point of view.

 "Don't say goodbye, you're not dead yet. You still have hope, it's not a threat. Just keep that hope inside yourself, keep it in your trusty shell. It won't be broken, if you keep it inside yourself." I take another deep breath before starting to sing the bad natured point of view.

 "And the world has ended, but no matter, for your heart's extended. There's no more elastic ties holding it together, for it broke apart from all the pressure. There's still too many lives to worry about, and I now know it will go south. Because eventually it always does. Because now it has." Taking my last deep breath before continuing, I start to feel like I'm being watched. 

 "Eventually it always does. But you've gotta just let hope die, because with it you'll surely die. You'll surely die. Just say goodbye, you're dead now. You don't have hope, it's now a threat. And let that hope out of yourself, keep it out of your trusty shell. It will be broken, if you keep it inside yourself." Now I know I'm being watched. And this is now basically my first time performing this song. Just great.

 "Eventually it always does." Suddenly, just as I look up, someone whistles. I find him in the small crows formed in front of the house, just off the porch. Daryl. I smile at him, wondering when he was allowed out of the 'recovery' room. I quickly write on top of the page the title. Eventually It Always Does. Everyone starts to clap silently and I smile at them.

 But, of course, the happy moment is ruined when Glenn calls everyone in his group over to their camp. As he tells them something, I see Shane storm off to the barn, everyone following after him. Even Daryl, who looks straight at me as he walks. I don't understand what's going on. Wait a minute. I look over at Maggie.

 "They know about the barn." She says, confirming my suspicions. 

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 Okay, hey cookies, how are you today? I know I'm publishing this super early in the morning (for me anyways), but I can't sleep, so I decided, why not write some stuff? Also, I made up every single word for the song, Eventually It Always Does. It's also the title of the chapter. So, yeah. 

 I was actually singing the song out loud because I wanted to test it out, but sadly I didn't think to record it and now my voice is cracking because I'm too lazy to get a drink and I'm as thirsty for anything that I can drink, really as zombies are for flesh. Yeah. Anyways, bye now, and you're welcome for this super long chapter to make up for not publishing sooner. Ciao!