Chapter 3:
"You can sleep in Izzy's room tonight." Said Maryse kindly. Isabelle would've squealed with excitement if this had been under different circumstances. Due to the situation, the Lightwoods were staying in Idris for a bit longer. Just until after Elizabeth's funeral.
After that, Alaska will be joining them in New York. Again, Izzy would've been excited if it were under different circumstances. Alaska almost cursed herself for wishing to get out of Alicante. She would give anything to get her mother back, including giving that up.
Alaska smiled an artificial grin and followed Isabelle up the stairs. "You can borrow some pajamas. And some clothes for the next week. We can go shopping when we get to New York." Said Isabelle, trying to lighten the mood. Alaska sent her yet another fake smile. "Thank you."
In about twenty minutes, they had taken out the mattress underneath Izzy's bed, changed into their pajamas and were ready to sleep. "Goodnight." Muttered Isabelle. "Goodnight."
It took a while, but Alaska finally drifted off to sleep.
"Mum?" she screamed. "MUM?" She was back in her burning home. Crawling on the floor in search of her mother, hopefully alive. Smoke burned her eyes and throat and she pushed her hair back. There she found her mum. The few patched of skin that weren't burned off were covered in blood. "I love you. So much." She whispered to the dead body of the person who used to care for her, feed her, play with her. Her hero, her role model lied dead on the floor of a burning building, and Alaska could do nothing about it.
She woke up gasping for air. Alaska's eyes shot open and she jolted up. She wanted to say that it was just a dream, but it was true. Her mother was dead and that was exactly what happened. She wiped away the tears she hadn't noticed were falling and walked downstairs.
Whenever she couldn't sleep when she was younger, Alaska used to crawl into her mothers bed and Elizabeth would sing lullabies into her ear. She shook her head; as if she did this enough the memories would go away. She crept down the stairs quietly scared she would wake someone. "You alright?" She jumped; she was just walking passed the couch when Jace scared her.
"Well, my mum just died, clearly I'm not alright." She replied. She regretted the words that had escaped her mouth suddenly as soon as they came out. "Woah, there. Wasn't trying to offend you. You just look a bit shaken up." Alaska let out a sigh.
"I'm fine."
"I thought you said that you weren't alright."
"Can you please just stop? You're making me dizzy." Said Alaska walking into the kitchen with her head in her hands. Jace followed her. "I know how you feel."
"No you don't." she said chuckling quietly to herself as she leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "I don't remember my mum." He said. Oh wow, thought Alaska, that's totally just as bad as what I'm going through. She thought sarcastically. At least this way he wouldn't miss her.
" I watched my dad get murdered." Yeah it is just as bad. "Oh." Jace nodded. "It sucks, I know."
"Does it get better?" she asked like a sad little five year-old. Alaska immediately regretted it. Jace shook his head. "No," Alaska sighed. "you just learn to cope with it." He added.
"She doesn't feel dead." Said Alaska. "Not in my heart." Jace shrugged. "It never does. You expect to feel something when someone dies, like your soul is ripped from your body. But you don't. The only difference is knowing."
"You don't strike me as the guy with a sad past. You look like you don't have a care in the world." She said honestly. "Maybe I don't have a care in the world because of my sad past. I have nothing to lose."
Alaska chuckled. "You have nothing to lose?" Jace nodded. "You have a new family now. The Lightwoods are you family in every way but blood. I can see it. They care about you."
"I'm just a charity case." Alaska laughed once more. "Maybe you were once, but you are one of them. You may call yourself Jace Wayland. But in your heart, you know you're a Lightwood."
Jace looked at her with such curiosity. She could read him like a book. Her bright blue eyes pierced into his soul and read whatever was written there. He wondered how she did it. They only just met, yet she acts like they are life long friends.
"Better get back to bed." He said, interrupting the silence. "What were you doing down here anyway?" Jace shrugged. "Couldn't sleep."
Alaska and Jace walked up the stairs in silence. They sent each other smiles as the quietly opened the doors to their respective rooms. "Wait, Jace." She whispered.
"Mhh." She quietly walked over to him. "Goodnight." Alaska gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking quickly back to her room. Jace stood there a bit confused. He mentally shrugged before heading back into his room to get a good night's sleep.
But the image of this black haired girl with blue eyes wouldn't let him. There was something about her that was so captivating. So, intriguing.