---Here's some more!---
It’s lunchtime when I realize I have a bandage on my fist, and long slices down my arms.
It’s summertime, but the weather doesn’t bother me. Nothing does, truly. All that
matters is to find Jack. I look around until I see a telephone booth.
“I thought these were extinct,” I told imaginary Jack, and he smiled sarcastically.
“Not clever enough,” he scolded. My face drooped at his comment as I searched through
the lists of names. Suddenly, all was right. Even though they had taken away my phone, I
scratched his number into my arm lovingly every night. And here was his address! I took
off at a run, and it was only then I realized I had no shoes. It didn’t slow me down.
There was his house, a beige temple of love. I smiled at everything as I walked up the
stairs and knocked on the door.
“Where’s Jack?” I demand of the woman who answers the door. She gazes down at me.
“Are you one of his classmates? Come on in, dear.” She’s nervous. I wonder why? And
suddenly I know. The hospital. My eyes narrow in suspicion.
“Where’s Jack?” I repeat.
“He’s gone, don’t you know?” she informs me vaguely, still anxious.
“Yes, I do,” I tell me coldly. “But where is he now?” She turns away.
“Not here,” she says, and I stand up.
“You’re not telling me something!” I shout. “Tell me where he is!” She whirls
around with the phone in her hand.
“Honey, just calm down now,” she says, very scared but trying to suppress her desire
to run away.
“Tell me where he is!” I push her into the counter, and she cries out as her head hit
the granite. She crumpled on the floor, holding her head and dialing.
“Hello? I’m calling about the hospital escapee. She’s in my house, on Jaybird Lane,
34-“ the woman says, in a panic. I laugh and kick the phone away from her.
“No one can keep me from Jack! I’ll-I’ll pry the information from your brain.” I
quickly dash into the kitchen and grab one of her knives. She’s on the phone again. I
come up behind her and thrust the knife into her back. She gasps as she falls forward, and
I drag it brutally out and hit again, and again. I’m sobbing by the time it’s done,
and there’s a pool of blood on the floor. I turn her over and scratch a bloody X over
her heart and eyes. I tape her lips shut.
“Tell no one else,” I whisper into her ear before dropping the knife and running out
her back door. I don’t realize where I’m headed until I’m there. It’s an abandoned
hardware store on a lonely road. I realize this is the first place Jack took me when we
were kids and begin skipping towards it.
“It’s so lovely to be free, so lovely to me, so lovely to be seeking you truly,” I
chant in a sing-song voice. I kick open the door and glance fondly around the dark store.
Miraculously, the lamps all flicker on when I flip the switch. I wander into the back of
the store, the part Jack never let me see. There’s a conveyor belt that goes all around,
and I wonder if it still works. It does. It whizzes to life and I giggle.
“On and on and on,” I whisper, setting various nuts and bolts on it. “Silly
woman,” I purr, recalling my earlier murder. No, not murder, but a sacrifice, for Jack.
Jack would like it. I’d tell him when I saw him.
“Where are you, sweet Jack?” I call, staring at the belt. Suddenly, I whirl around
and stalk out the door. I search for some shoes to cover my bleeding feet, and I find some
in just one size too big- tall black rain boots. The store yields nothing else of use, so
I walk out, leaving everything on. I hum to myself as I walk down the dusty road. I know
where it leads, and that’s why I’m on it. It will take me to the subway, and Jack’s
friend Bill will surely be riding. Bill will be terrified, I think smiling. He never liked
me. I sneak in without a ticket and board a train. The people edge away from, and I just
smile at them. There’s Bill! I maneuver my way through the tight rush hour crowd and up
“Hi,” I say. “Where’s Jack?” Bill pales as he looks down at me.
“Oh, hey Vicky…” he stutters, stalling for time.
“Where is he?” I stare him down.
“Um, last I knew, he was headed ‘anywhere but here.’” I stare up at him in
“Are you sure that was him talking, and not…” I glance around me. “Them?”
It’s his turn to look incredulous.
“Yeah, pretty sure. It was face-to-face, after all.” I shake my head.
“They’re using mind control,” I say decidedly.
“Vicky, maybe you sure rest,” Bill suggests, but I scoff.
“Not until I find him.” He shrugs.
“Whatever, Vick. Later.” He stares out the window at the flashing-by graffiti. I wave
at his blank eyes and sit down. The person beside me taps my shoulder.
“You’re looking for a Jack?” My head snaps up, and I look hopefully into her eyes.
“Someone was here earlier, asking about you. Said something about a bridge?” she
“A bridge… Thanks!” I beam up at her and she nods as a welcome.
---Oh yeah, I edited the short little paragrah at the top to better define her character:
I walked into my lonely house and slammed my bags down. I fought back bitter tears as I
re-read the note one last time.
"Dear Vicky, I love you and I wish I could stay, but I can't. I really don't have a
choice, goodbye. -Jack" I read aloud, and that did it. Hot, angry teardrops rolled down my
cheeks and I sprinted for the bathroom. I gripped the edges of the sink and stared myself
down in the mirror. I struggled to get a grip, telling myself it's weak to cry. Jack hated
weakness. I won’t cry, it doesn’t do me any good. When I could finally breath again, I
smiled calmly at my reflection, then smashed it with my fist.---