Reasons To Stay Alive Matt Haig Novels & Stories

And we should join him in his goal to help those who need help and leave a pride in this lifetime by helping to create a promising future for the next generations. “Finally! Stay alive, First Sergeant Gayle! I repeat, stay the god damned alive!” I could not help smiling at the sound of those words. I was uplifted. No matter if I was in the midst of war, a foolish sounding word like this coming from someone lower than my rank giving me orders to stay alive makes me walk through and survive even the raining bullets on a battlefield.

He tilted my chin with one clawed finger. “You’re fire,” he said. “But fire burns out when it’s alone.” I didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. He pulled back. “You’ll break. Just like the others.” He turned to leave. “Wait,” I said. He stopped. “Why keep me alive?” He glanced over his shoulder. “Because he wants to **see** you.” Hours passed. Or maybe it was days. No food. Just dripping water. I stayed awake. Counting breaths.

the doctor said softly. “The team did everything we could.” My vision blurred. I shook my head over and over. “Please…” “The good news is…” He paused. “Mr. Mattias survived surgery.” My knees nearly gave out again. I caught the edge of the wall before I collapsed with them. My lungs finally remembered how to breathe as air rushed into me so fast it hurt. He’s alive. Tears spilled down my face. A broken laugh escaped me. Thank God!

Matt blurted out. “All I am saying is he is not responding to the treatment. He doesn’t want to live anymore. We tried everything, but he said there was no aim for him to live this life. The girl he loved left him, and he lost hope. The medicine and the therapy could only work if the person wants to live his life.” My eyes welled up with tears and hearing that broke my heart. Matt gripped my hand for support, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “Can we see him?” Matt asked.

"I know what Emma meant to both of us, but you just have to know that we no longer those three homeless children we use to be . Times have changed and peace already belongs to someone else." "Okay Levi, I won't speak to Emma about that from now onwards. But it hurts so much Levi." Matt said, his dejected face was a clear indication of how hurt he was. "I know I'm hurts matt, right here." I placed my hand on my chest for description. "But we Will survive, right?". "Yes Levi, you're right. We're survivors." "Yes we are Levi, you and I will go through this together as always". Matt promised and was about to go up the stairs when Levi called him back.

My legs felt weak beneath me, and the room felt like it was slowly swirling around us. My head was light. I could feel myself weakening as Matty’s arms gripped tightly around me. How could he be gone? That had to mean he was not dead. He had survived the attack upon him and escaped? My mind was swimming with possibilities, and it hurt to think that the man that deserved every bit of pain and suffering had somehow survived. And now he could be out there plotting his final revenge...

"Say what you got to say, Sweetheart. I'm sorry to tell you this, but he has to go." What did that mean? Matt was a cheating jerkface, but he didn't deserve to die for it. "No. He doesn't have to go." I said. "I can't send him back out there to die." "He could be sick, Case," Suzie whispered loudly as Mindy cooed. Shit. I hadn't thought of that. Matt's hands shot up. "I'm not sick. I promise. I came here because I had nowhere else to go. The dead are everywhere. I almost died getting here. Please don't make me go back out there."

I had tried to talk to them sure but I knew they had their orders so yesterday I just gave up and only ever thanked them for the little kindness they were allowed to offer me. I knew Elstan would be coming today at some point. Despite my pride I had decided I would lay my own ego aside for once and submit. My packs safety was of greater importance to me and I feared for them and my best friend if I didn't submit. There was never any doubt I would always put them first. Especially Amelia because at the end of the day she was all I had left to fight for anymore since my parents were gone.

His voice remained calm, “This isn't about keeping you locked away; it's about making sure if someone reaches you, you survive.” I looked away, because he was right. I hated remembering the attack, the sound of gunfire, the cold ground beneath me, and the feeling of waiting to die. I had spent my entire life believing danger was something other people dealt with until it found me. “I'm not becoming one of your soldiers,” I said. Matthew didn't even hesitate, “No, you're becoming someone who survives.” That was exactly what I wanted, not revenge, not power, just the ability never to feel helpless again.

I was avoiding my parents as it was. Later on we shared some laughs and talked about the pack and life here. Matt told me about his childhood and some of his hardships. He said he got the wakeup call to abandon that rogue life when he watched his older brother died by other rogues. He wanted a family and hoped to meet his mate soon.