(n.) to find healing by the process of forming scars
"tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."
"why?"
"because nothing about it will change how i feel about you."
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RILEY WALSH
It's around maybe noon and Riley lays in the bed of her truck with her cap resting on top of the girl's face to cover the bright sun that shines directly at her. Riley closes her eyes for a moment to catch her breath.
A cold beer would hit the spot right about now.
"Wakey! Wakey!" Shane shouts as he pounds the truck, trying to grab his sister's attention, "Need you to go out and chop some wood for tonight,"
Riley takes her cap off her face and sits up, "Shane! I'll do it later," she fusses, trying to stay awake on three hours of sleep.
During these times it was hard to find sleep since all her thoughts were about the dangers, it troubled her, especially during the night. She laid back down and rested her hat back onto her face. Her eyes closed but was soon blasted with the beaming sunlight as Shane removed her shade. Riley could see his curly headed self-hovering over her face and quickly sat up again.
"I said I need you to do it now," he orders once more.
"And I said I'll do it later," Riley explains in pure frustration. "Lor, help me out!"
The girl looks over to see Lori hanging up wet clothes on the clothesline. She does nothing but look the other way and continues on her merry way, laughing as she did. Riley felt anger bottle up, not only with Shane but Lori siding with her brother. She felt something going on between Shane and Lori, but never budged to ask.
Riley jumps from her spot and grabs the red axe that was in the back of the truck, "Lucky I don't swing this axe into your head,"
She walks towards the woods but quickly turns her head to see Daryl watching from a distance. Of all people it was the new face. "What?" she snaps.
"Nun," he replies, keeping his lips shut and going back to fixing his crossbow.
"It's rude to stare." She replies before walking off.
Finally, leaving the boundaries of camp she's deep into nature and pulls out her pack of cigarettes and sticks it in the corner of her pink, slightly chapped lips. Digging through her pockets in hopes she brought my lighter. Within a few seconds, Riley felt the cooling sensation of metal against her skin, taking it out to see the initials R.W written into the metal. Flicking the lighter and igniting the white stick with the orange flame. With a deep inhale, the toxins enter her system, and she blows out to let the remainders exit.
The only time to smoke a cigarette was when she was alone. Shane disapproved as he always ridiculed how it is killing her and led to harmful consequences. Lori and Rick knew about Riley's trouble with cigarettes and for a while she never relied on them. Until it all came falling down and ever since then she has always carried a cigarette in her pocket wherever she went.
