The Time Angel

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

It has been three days; and Noah still hasn’t woken. Macey was starting to get worried; she sat on the chair in front of him beside the warmth of the fire- in the middle of the night. He no longer had a fever, and his cuts and bruises began to heal over which was good news; and yet, he wouldn’t wake up.

Macey sat there now; just wishing he would wake up. A tear dropped from her cheek as she thought about Mathew; she wished Noah wouldn’t leave her like he had. She brought his hand to her mouth as kissed it gently- where there was a cut. He was just so pale, and weak.

She held his hand to her mouth as she shut her eyes and prayed; don’t take him, don’t do this to me, not again. Please, I beg you.

As Noah moaned; Macey gasped and looked up. He began to stir and open his eyes. She smiled at him as he took her in; he looked half dead, but the half of him still alive made her leap with joy. She wrapped her arms around him as he winced, but he did the same to her. She cried in relief, “I thought I lost you”

“No” He whispered, his voice all croaky, “I made you- a promise”

Macey pulled back and smiled while wiping at her eyes, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine” He lied; but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Do you want anything?” She smiled.

“A glass of water would be nice” He smiled; but he didn’t have an appetite.

“I’ll be right back” She smiled as she disappeared. As soon as Macey left; Noah jumped from his bed- feeling stronger but weaker than ever- and ran out the front door while panting. It took him just seconds to remember what had happened; and it freaked the hell out of him.

He ran outside as his stomach wretched, and he dropped to his knees on the ground in a cry of pain. It was official; he had gone nuts.

He stumbled from the ground while gripping his stomach; he remembered Amira’s scream, and her torn body lying lifeless on the ground. He remembered Veronica and her torture methods; he remembered feeling alone, being left alone. He remembered her words; your mother is still alive.

All these years, she has been tortured and he thought she was dead. He could have saved her; he could have helped. But as usual; he was the useless one, left to stand behind and watch.

He hated himself; they should have just left him to die. It would have been better that way, he would have been sent to heaven or reborn again or whatever. He just knew that dying from the first encounter with Veronica would have made it easier on everyone.

He remembered asking Callie if he could go with them; he didn’t want to be left out, not again. He wanted to walk through the door; not have it slammed in his face, yet again. Then Callie looked at him- like every other person that has left him behind- with a look of sorrow and disappointment. She said no, she left him behind; they all did.