"Hello?" I called, silently praying that I would get an answer. "Hello? Clary? If you're here, answer me!" Silently cursing myself, I continued to search the house, checking and rechecking each room again and again. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind me and whipped around with a hopeful look on my face, holding my most prized possession, the knife my father had left to me. "Oh, it's just you." My brother Alec walked through the doorway and noticed the disappointment in my voice and face.
"Still haven't found her yet?" He asked sympathetically.
"No Alec, I haven't. I'm really starting to worry."
"Jace, if she wanted to be found, we would have found her by now. Stop worrying and come back to the house with me. She'll show up when she's ready to show up, I promise."
"That's the problem though Alec! If she was just trying to cool off or wanted some space, she would have at least left a note, or called, or texted, or SOMETHING!"I knew I shouldn't scream at him, but I did anyway. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, but you don't understand Alec, me and Clary, we have a special bond. You know this just as well as I do. I can feel when something is wrong, and something is definitely wrong now. I don't feel right, my mind is foggy and images keep flashing in my mind. Images that only Clary would remember.
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She's a little girl about 5 years old. She is walking with her mom on the boardwalk, her little red curls bouncing in pigtails on the sides of her head, her and her mom sharing an ice cream cone. They were both laughing, the sun showing the freckles across Clary's cheeks. The sea breeze blowing her mom's hair into her face. Suddenly Jocelyn, Clary's mom, stops laughing and her face hardens. She grabs Clary's wrist and pulls her off of the boardwalk. Clary starts crying as her mom picks her up and begins to run through the crowded amusement park towards the exit. A man is running to try to keep up with them. Jocelyn makes it to their car and frantically tries to start it; the engine finally turns over on the fourth try. She peels out of the parking lot just as the man reaches the space they were in.
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"Please Alec; you have to help me find her." He knew that something was seriously wrong because I NEVER begged.
"Of course I'll help you find her Jace, but for right now, you have to come back to the house and get some rest. She's only been missing for a day and a half, you can't go to the police yet because they'll just say she ran away and the best thing is for us to wait for her to make an appearance."
"Yeah, I know" I said, finally giving in to him. "Let's go."
3 hours later-at Jace's house
After managing to doze off, I was woken up by the sound of my phone, Clary's ringtone to be exact. I hurriedly picked up my phone and read the message.
"ALEC!" I screamed my brother's name like my life depended on it, because at that moment, it quite possibly did. "ALEC!"
The door busted open and there stood Alec, knife in hand, looking panicked. "WHAT'S WRONG!?" he asked, relaxing a little when he saw that I wasn't hurt.
"I just got a text from Clary… Alec, she's gone….." My voice caught and the tears I'd been holding in finally spilt down my cheeks.
"What do you mean 'She's gone'?!" disbelieving what I had said… "Let me read the text!"
I slowly handed him the phone. His face softening and tears forming as he read it. The text read;
Jace,
Hey babe. I can't tell you how much I miss you right now. I'm not doing so good. Valentine finally found me and my past is now catching up with me, dishing out what I didn't get years ago when he had me. Funny how life works huh? Valentine is slowly trying to kill me, torturing me into telling him where you are, but I haven't broken yet. And I never will, you mean too much to me for me to just give you up like that. Knowing you, I know that you will try to find me, so to save you the trouble, I'll just tell you. I'm in his mansion, the one that he used to live in all those years ago when you first saved me from him, same room, same place. I don't know if I'll be able to see you again, so just know that I Love You. I Always Have Loved You. I Always Will Love You. If you ever miss me, just look at the picture of us that you took when we were visiting your friends in Chicago, and read this poem. I wrote it for us, but I never showed it to you.
Waiting
Days go by,
No word yet.
I worry, I cry,
I wonder, and fret.
Is he ever coming, or did he forget?
I'm tired of waiting,
Begging for his love.
I thought I had finally found the one,
The one who would save me from my dragon and dungeon.
I should've known better.
Will he ever come to save me?
I'm tired of waiting,
For my knight who won't come.
He finally found me,
Brought me back down to Earth.
He sees the real me
And can't price what I'm worth.
To me he is my sun.
To him I am his moon.
And together we will be someday soon.
I'm finally done waiting,
For my prince to come.
He found me today,
My one true love.
I am done waiting,
Together forever more.
I'm finally done waiting,
Waiting, no more.
