Chase the sun down (demo chapter)

Chase the sun down

Running. One foot in front of the other. One small step for comfort, one giant leap for safety. The wind that gushed into her ears created this sound - something like the the sound that radios made when the antenna isn't properly placed. A kind of whisper, like the essence of the earth was urgently trying to tell you that god had abandoned the world, and everything in it. The whispering wind faded into a breathy voice, shouting at the girl under the street lamp. 

"C'mon- don't fuck this up." Her eyes wandered up to a hooded figure. The only facial feature visible was the mouth, It was a cheerless mouth, absently stretched into stern frown. She nodded in understanding what she she had to do. But she didn't know what she had to do. So she just trusted her feet- and where ever they were taking her.  Which of course, just had to be the scariest place in her vision. She jogged up to the park, and let her eyes wander across the kid's paradise. Her mind obviously didn't know what she was looking for, but  she guessed her body did. 

  The body on the bed tossed and turned, and the girl's mouth let out a small whimper. The cold sweat cascaded down her face, The reflection of the moon glistening in each drop. Her shirt twisted in funny, uncomfortable directions, and her hair curled up, wet with sweat.

  Hunter shot up from her bed and looked around her with a panic stricken expression. She was safe. She put her two fingers against her right temple and sighed. She'd been having terrible night terrors ever since she'd graduated, She looked over at her clock on the bedside table. thank god. She said inwardly as she realized that it was only four a.m. She wouldn't have to wake up for work for another four hours. She flopped back down against the embrace of her pillow. She snuggled her face into the shampoo-smell. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes again, and let herself drift off, hopeful that she wouldn't escape into the awful side of her mind that scared her to death.

  Hunter's eyes fluttered open. She smiled as she could hear the rain pitter-patter against her window. She liked rain, the sound cooed her to sleep at night. What she didn't like, was what it did to her hair. Unsure of what it would bring her, she swung her legs out from underneath the covers and walked to the mirror. Her crimson hair didn't disappoint her, it was frazzled and reaching in every direction. She tamed it into something presentable, and prepared herself for the day. She stood on her tippy-toes to reach to the very top of her closet, her height of a petite 5'3" not helping any, and got down her favorite boots she saved for rainy days. 

...

Hunter trudged out of her car, now realizing she was a good 13 miles away from her house, and opened the hood. Smoke swirled upwards. Fucking wonderful Already soaked, she tried to open her car door, but it didn't budge. Locked out. Her eyes focused on the keys still in the transmission. She could only let herself smile and laugh at her tragically ridiculous life. Thankful that she kept her phone in her back pocket at all times, she pulled it out and dialed the number of the guy she'd trusted to help her.

"Hello?" a smooth, tired, deep voice picked up. 

"Oli! Thank god, I didn't know if you'd pick up or not. Look, My car broke down, you know I don't do cars, i'm locked out, and its pouring out here. Seriously, come help me. I'm begging." She jabbered out in a rush. A sigh came through the speaker.

"Ha! Ha-ha! Your life sucks, dude! What bad luck! Okay- where are you?" Oliver asked.

"I'm-Uh- by the cemetery." she apologetically whimpered.

"Okay, i'll be there soon." She could practically see his fingers creeping up and pinching his eyebrows together. Oliver was... well, Oliver. That's the best way to explain it. He was cunning, street-smart, occasionally book-smart, spontaneous, and just all-around insane. He had mood swings, flirty, caring,angry, anti-social, other, and all of the above.

  Hunter perched herself against the passenger side door, astonished and embarrassed at her own stupidity. She rolled her head back and bashed it against her window, softly. She then dialed her bosses number and prayed he was in a good mood today. He was, and let her off the hook, but told her that it can't happen again. He made that clear as a bell, she could just imagine the veins popping out on his forehead. Hunter owned up to her mistakes, and he eventually just gave up, and let her off for the day. 

  Oliver took about 20 agonizing minutes to show up, He was usually late, so this was a surprise. He was acting actually a little odd, but Hunter ignored it, because she didn't wanna take home some one else's problems, as she had too many of her own. He first walked up with a small kit in hand, and handed the kit to her. 

  "I need you to hand me things when I ask you too." he flicked an eyebrow as he insisted that she do the favor.

  "U-Of course." she agreed. 

  He asked for a long silver rectangle looking thing, and crouched down in front of the lock in doing so. She reluctantly handed over what he described, unsure if it was correct. He slid a small attachment into the lock and asked for the pick. She handed him that, too, and watched him fiddle with the lock until he heard a click. He smirked, feeling accomplished,and put back the small tools. 

  "I love you." Hunter jokingly said, relieved to get out of the rain. She opened the door and twisted the key that was already in place, and turned up the heat. She cuddled the blanket she kept in her back seat as her best friend did- the things you do to cars when they break.