Deserted Highways

Some Might Call This Stalking

A/N: here is part 2 for NaNoWriMo 2019. Enjoy the next 1667 words!

you,” he told her and she looked confused. 

“I missed you too, babe,” she said. “But I was just in class.”

“But I-” he started and the scene shifted and there were outside a large concrete building, tall, ornate, and it was pouring rain. “It’s time to go, Jace,” she said, and she tried to pull him away but he refused.

They were on the roof now, and it smelled like roses, and the rain seemed to be washing all of the red out of her hair and onto her shirt, the red stain was spreading along her stomach, and she looked scared now, scared and angry, and then she was toppling over the edge of the roof and Jace tried to catch her, but his fingers closed on air. He looked down, and she was gone.

Sharp knocking roused Jace, and he sat up, disoriented, vision blurred, his eyes felt swollen. “Jace?” someone asked, and he looked up to see Sarah in the doorway. “You were talking. I just came to make sure you were okay.” 

“I-yeah, I’m fine. I was just wandering, and I must’ve fallen asleep when I sat down, and- I’m sorry, Sarah,” he said stumbling over his words and she just waved him off. 

“You dreamed about her, didn’t you?” she asked, and his shoulders slumped. He nodded at her, and she smiled sadly and pushed off of the doorway where she’d been leaning. 

“I miss her,” he said, and he hated that his voice cracked, but Sarah just sat down next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“I do to,” she said, and then it was quiet. After a while, Sarah spoke again, saying “sometimes I think I see her. Or someone that just kind of looks like her, and I turn around, and it’s gone.”

He was silent. And then he said “I should probably get going,” and Sarah nodded. 

“It’s late, and your mom is probably worried,” she said. Jace stood, and he left, walking back out the door and down the sidewalk. It had been strange to realize he only lived about a mile from the bunker, and so he settled in for a long walk, relishing the quiet, the solitude. 

It was light out still, but dusk was settling and Jace thought this was one of the better times of the day, peaceful. He saw a black truck idling at the curb, and he kept trudging on. His ears pricked at the rumble of an engine, and he turned his head subtly, the truck had pulled away from the curb. Don’t be so paranoid, Jace thought to himself, and he looked around again. The truck was still there, driving slowly down the street, and the driver must have realized Jace noticed him because the truck roared past him, screeching around the corner.

Jace shook his head and kept going, but he quickened his pace, and he cut down an alley. Just to be safe. He heard the engine again, and he whirled around, the truck was sitting at the mouth of the alley and then it sped off again. So it was following him. He cursed out loud, and fought the urge to run. He didn’t want whoever it was to catch on, and so he sort of speed walked down the sidewalk. 

Suddenly, the engine roared behind him again, and he turned around to see the truck speeding at him, no sign of breaking or stopping, and for a moment he just stood there staring, and then all the air was ripped from his lungs as something collided solidly with his body, knocking him out of the way just as the truck raced by. Jace groaned.

“Okay, ouch,” he said, and then he registered the weight of a person laying across his chest, and his eyes widened. The girl looked up at him with big doe eyes, a shade of purple that told him she was wearing contacts, and her hair fell in chocolate waves around her face, and still, Jace thought she looked-different. Familiar.