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Dr Kells and Jude had kept me away long enough. No longer. I was about to find him. I knew it. I knew it he knew it too. Surely he could hear the beating of my heart. I was close enough.
I tortured them. Good. They deserved it. She told me where he was and I took the information and never let it go.
I travelled for a day with no food or sleep or drink. I travelled for a day with only one thing on my mind and that was Noah. Noah, Noah, Noah.
Nah and that shirt I liked – The one wit the holes in it. Noah hiding his lighters and cigarettes from my parents. Noah and his books. Noah and his horrendously stupid jokes that he told with a smirk on his face. Noah and his soft but rough lips against my own. Noah with his healing. Noah, Noah, Noah.
I was walking closer to the steel iron door. The room I was in was plain. It was on an island – Next to a beach. And it looked beautiful. When I entered, the room was cold and the smell was …. Plain. I walked up the large stairs just as I had been instructed and walked down the corridor, only to down some steps and and end up in a basement looking thing.
The light buzzed as I walked – It buzzed over and over and over. It was making noises that gave me headaches and it flickered over and over. Dark to light to dark. It was like a metaphor of my life. I laughed out of desperate need for something to keep my negative thoughts away.
It didn't work.
It made me feel crazier than I already am.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I came closer to the door – the light was out completely, but I wasn't scared. I was over that. I lived my whole life in fear. No more. Not after I find Noah.
The door is open. Only a little. Enough for me to peek through. All that I see is a white wall. No Noah. Not yet.
And then I do open the door. Slowly. A small smile is on my face. I'll get to see Noah. Take him home. Live with him. Be his best friend. Marry him. Have sex with him. Have kids. Live until we're old.
The only thing that worries me is that he'll have to watch me die. Can he die? Of natural causes? Surely. But I don't want to think of that right now. I just want to open the door and see Noah.
I do open the door.
I do see Noah.
But not as I thought I would.
He's on the floor, totally still. Not moving. His eyes are closed, and I try to remember the grey storm beneath them. But I can't. Not like this. He is wearing his shirt with the holes in. Expect this time it's a different colour.
It's the colour of blood.
The colour of my nightmares.
The colour of my silent screams.
My silent tears.
The colour of my silence.