Fangirl : There is Always Hope {A for KING & COUNTRY fanfiction}

Chapter 10

I still don't know what to think about my situation. But compared with the rest of my life, I'd give today a 7.
The sun started going down and we still were in the middle of nowhere, so we decided to camp out for night. I set up the tent(which I still think is way too small for the three of us) as Joel went to get firewood. I still don't know how we're going to get a fire, but it'll work somehow.
It took me a moment to realize that Luke was nowhere to be seen. I didn't really panic much because it's not like anybody is here to kill him or kidnap him, right?
I know, that's ridiculous thinking. But I'm notorious for giving myself false hope.
I started looking for Luke and yelling his name. And I finally got a reply.
He was sitting on an obviously abandoned car. At first I was hopeful that that was our way out of here, but when I got closer I realized that the car was way too far from working. So why was he sitting on it? He was just staring into space.
Ah. He was thinking.
I climbed onto the car and sat next to him. I thought with him for a while. I didn't even care about what he was thinking about, honestly. I needed to sort myself out.
That didn't take long. I didn't have that much of myself to sort. I know who I am. I'm a weak person. I've never once fought for myself or anyone else. And I never will. I was given false hope. I was told that there was someone who loved me. I'm beginning to question God's existence, on that thought. And the worse part is that I believed the false hope.
I felt pain in my chest. Two different kinds of pain: the pain that made me want to punch the closest thing or person, and the other that made me just wanna fall down and cry.
But I know I can't express anything right now. I can't cry around Luke. And I don't think he'd take kindly to being punched.
Speaking of which, I glanced at him for a second. It was like he was frozen. The cold wind was blowing our hair the exact same way. It wasn't until we both reached out to move our hair out of our faces at the same time when I realised how alike we are.
Ha. Funny. Alike. His life doesn't suck. Mine does.
"What's wrong?" is the next thing I heard, breaking the silence. It kind of scared me.
"Nothing." I replied instantly.
"'Nothing?' I know something is going on."
"How do you know?"
"Well, one, you came here and just started thinking without saying a word. And whatever you were thinking about seemed really hard to take."
Wow, was I THAT easy to read? Still, I didn't say anything.
"Two, you look like you're holding something back."
"I'm not holding anything back."
"Yes. You are. And whatever you are hiding is in plain view."
"I... I am keeping something back. But I'm not telling you."
"And why is that?" he seemed pretty concerned with whatever I was hiding.
"Because you won't listen." I said "No matter who you are, you will be like everyone else. You don't care. Once we get out of here, I'll just be an irrelevant memory."
"And who told you that?" he replied.
I hesitated. "Everyone who I've tried to talk to basically yelled it in my ear."
"Well, sweetheart, obviously you've never talked to me. I care. Do you think Joel and I write those songs for fun? Or to give false hope?"
"Well, that's why I write my songs." Why did I say that? I sound heartless. But it was true. Does that make me heartless?
"We mean it. Everything we say. You matter. You're priceless. It's not over yet. Those weren't lies. Now, my question to you is this: If that's how you feel about our music, why do you still listen to it?"
I was stuck there.
"It's 'cause you still have hope."
I looked up at him. I saw compassion in his eyes. Compassion that made me want to just lay down and express all of my life to him like a therapy session. I realized that he was right. There was literally no other explanation.
"I didn't even have to say anything. You figured it out." I said.
He smiled. How can he stay so positive in a situation like this? It was near impossible.
"Thanks for the talk. I needed it." I could tell right then that that was a start of a good friendship. That is, until in the distance, we heard gunshots.
And Luke, clutching his stomach, fell to the ground.

AHH LUKE NOO