Hey! Here I am again with another fic. Even though I should probably finish one fic before I start another but oh well :D Please let me know what you think and if you like it etc. I think it might be a wise idea for me to start saying: explicably no flames, constructive criticism only. If you do flame then I will have something to say about it *smiles sweetly*
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Mortal instruments. That brilliance belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Chapter 1 –The reunion (part 1).
Clary POV.
"It will never work out Clary. Just leave it be now. Don't make this harder on yourself than what it already is."
"What do you mean?" I gasped, taking an attentive step towards him.
He recoiled from me as if I was coated in poison. This hurt way too much. I contained a sob.
"So…your breaking up with me?" I tried to keep the wavering out of my voice. And undoubtedly failed miserably.
He nodded. Firm jaw set, golden eyes hard.
I'd never seen him like this. Well, at least not with me. He was cold and distant.
Uncaring.
I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing came. He started walking towards me. I reached out to him. Longing to run my fingers through his silky golden locks and press his lips to mine but he ignored me and walked straight past me.
A tear leaked out of my eye.
He didn't stop. Didn't turn back.
"Wait!" I finally screamed. He didn't stop. "Wait!" I screamed again.
I started to run after him. He turned the corner of the road and I picked up my pace to catch up to him.
But he was gone.
"No!" I cried, a cry that was wrenched from the bottom of my heart.
I fell to the ground, the darkness of the evening closing in around me.
I just lay there. Wishing for him to come back but knowing that it were a hopeless case.
I heard male voices, as I just lay there, broken and hurting. I rolled slightly to see that four males looming above me.
I didn't care.
They started coming closer, closing in around me.
I still didn't care.
I could just make out what they were saying. Or rather, what they were going to do with me.
"She looks helpless…let's take her." One guy said. He had muddy brown eyes and light brown hair, sticking up randomly from his head.
I knew what they were planning, but I still couldn't bring myself to care.
But as they started grabbing me roughly by the arms and legs, and half dragging half carrying me over to a deserted alleyway_
My eyes sprung open and my body gave a jolt at the memory. I sat bolt upright in bed, whipping my head back and forth to banish the nightmare of a memory.
I dragged my fingers through my tangled red curls and down my face and then pinched the bridge of my nose.
It was 6:30 am. Like usual.
This was my normal routine. Go to bed at 1:00 am, go through the horrible haunting memory, wake up at 6:30 am, have a shower, meet Simon to hang out until about 5:30pm, go home and draw, try to forget about the past, go to bed as late as possible to try and hopefully avoid nightmare/memory but to no avail. The cycle repeats…and repeats…and repeats…
No matter what I do, I can't forget. That one memory is burned into my brain forever.
I try to act normal, for my mom…for Simon…for Luke…for everyone…
But I don't think I fool them. Well, not Simon anyway. He knows me to well.
He knows me as well as Him.
I thought I knew Him to. But obviously not, because I thought that He would never leave me. But He did.
Wanting to forget things at least for two minutes, I swung my legs over the bed and shoved my choppy red bangs out of my eyes.
Out of nowhere, a pale practically transparent hand shot out from the shadows and locked roughly around my wrist. I jumped at the sudden movement and yanked desperately on its hold.
"Let me go!" I cried.
They started grabbing me roughly by the arms…
"You must come with us now…" a voice hissed eerily.
Half dragging half carrying me over to a deserted…
I gasped. "No!" I yanked free of the tight hold on my wrist and didn't waste a moment before dashing into the landing. I pressed my back against the smooth cool wall. It felt good against my flushed sweaty skin.
My breathing was laboured and my hands were in fists down by my side. What is going on…? The door at the bottom of the stairs creaked as it was eased open.
I stopped breathing abruptly, praying that the thing from downstairs would go away.
The tacky uncarpeted stairs creaked loudly as weight was distributed onto them.
I crept carefully over to the banister on shaking legs, and peered over the side. My red curly hair falling heavily downs both sides of my face.
There was nothing there.
Cool air chilled the back of my neck and I whirled around. There was nothing there.
My breaths were too shallow and fast; I was getting too scared to function. Calm down Clary.
Another loud creak brought my attention back down towards the stairs. I peeked over the side of the banister again and screamed a blood-curdling scream.
A chalky white face with black malicious eyes was gazing up at me; it's dirty blonde hair inches from my own.
Its hair was splayed out around its face, and a wicked grin stretched its lips and distorted its features slightly.
"You come with me now…" it whispered, reaching a hand up towards my face.
I leapt backwards and twist around to get away from the leering creature and collide with something. A body. And it was alive.
I kicked out at the body, desperately wanting to get away from it.
It tightened its grip on me.
They started grabbing me roughly by the arms…
I fought harder, lashing out with my nails, kicking frantically with my feet.
"Clary? Clary stop it! Calm down!" an urgent voice sounded in my ear.
I froze. I knew that voice. I knew it well. In fact, a little too well. It brought back memories. One in particular…
"Clary?" came the voice again.
"Jace?" I whispered, and then I burst into tears.
"Clary?" he was clearly startled.
I fell against his chest and sobbed, despite my best efforts to stay strong. I know I should be mad at him for just leaving like he did and then showing up in my apartment with no warning but I couldn't help it. I needed him. I needed him to function properly. Obviously he didn't need to survive.
"Shhh. Your okay." He soothed me.
"Oh Jace!" I sobbed, clutching his top roughly in my hands and crushing myself closer to him.
"You come with me now…" he whispered into my hair just above my ear. His breath tickled my skin.
I stopped crushing my self to him and pulled back. "No." I choked out. The sound almost illegible as it sounded more like a strangled cat than a word.
He reached for me again.
"No." I repeated, with more force this time. I stepped backwards.
"Come with me now!" he commanded, walking towards me and grasping my upper arm.
I wrenched my arm away from him with such velocity that it propelled me backwards into the hard wall. I cracked my head against the wall with a sickening thud and literally saw stars.
I felt two hands grasp my upper arms and start to drag me along the rough carpet.
I tried to struggle but my effort was futile. I was feeling like jelly and my eyes were extremely heavy.
The darkness closed in around me…
End chapter!
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