To Live Forever

Chapter 36

Noah was almost asleep.

It was five o'clock and he had just laid down, looking up at the ceiling, which was painted blue by him just minutes ago. Now everything in his room was blue. Well, shades of blue but blue nonetheless.

It made him feel a little better. As if there were hundreds of sapphires gleaming above him. As if he was laying down beneath the stars. As if he wasn't alone in the night.

He sighed and wondered when was the last time he had gone to the doctor for his medication and cursed as he realized that he had forgotten this month.

He tossed and turned, wanting nothing more than to sleep but due to his insomnia he couldn't.

It was honestly a very irritating thing. To feel as if you're just falling asleep and then you realize that sleep is nowhere near you. It drove Noah mad. He wanted to just get unconscious for a few hours. To forget for a few hours.

The insomnia had become unbearable these last few days for some reason. He had become more quiet and he knew that his gang members were a little anxious for him. The way he stayed up late at night, not bothering with any caffeine since he could stay awake for hours at end and not feel that tired.

He sighed for the nth time and felt himself slowly drifting to slumber when his phone rang. He cursed and without checking the name, he picked it up.

"What?" He bit out, somehow annoyed that someone was calling him at this hour even though his line of work prepared him for everything.

"N-Noah. Please-please, come quick. I-we-they they're here."

Noah immediately recognized the soft, melodic voice and sat up straight, his heartbeat fast.

"Natalie? Nat, what happened? Are you okay?" He asked in a rush, hearing his older sister sob and whisper into the phone.

"Noah, they're here. They have guns. I have Daisy with me and-and we're in the bathroom but I don't know if-if-"

"Oh, god. Fuck, stay there. I'm coming. I'm coming." He huffed, jumping out of the bed and while going out of the room, he simultaneously pulled on a shirt, taking his gun and knife, and holding his shoes. He got his mask and beanie, muttering prayers under his breath as he heard his sister cry out curses as her two year old daughter, Daisy, started crying.

"Oh, no, baby. Don't cry. Momma's here. Noe's coming. He's coming. We'll be fine. He'll protect us. Okay?" She whispered and Noah felt tears in his eyes as he thought of whatever his family was going through.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Noah cursed as he almost slipped on his way out and a voice stopped him.

"Noah? Are you okay?"

He looked at Jason, who was wearing his hoodie and sweats and had a bottle of water in his hand, inky eyes wide as he stared at the grey eyed man who looked on the verge of crying.

"I need to go. Fuck, I need to go."

And no questions were asked as Jason abandoned the bottle of water and followed his friend out of the house, not bothering with his shoes and just taking a shotgun from the kitchen cupboard.

"What's going on?" Jason asked as Noah sat in the car, handed him his mobile and started the car.

"My sister's getting attacked. Talk to her. Calm her down."

"What the f-? Um, hello?" He said into the phone where he could hear whispers and hiccups, someone crying maybe.

The soft voice answered, "N-Noah?"