She lay, on the cold hard pavement beneath her bedroom window.
Her pale face was tear-streaked. Her firey red hair is spread beneath her.
She is still. So deathly still. And all I can do is stare.
My Clary. So wrong. How did this happen?
" Clary. This is all my fault." Cold tears ran down my cheeks.
Maryse puts her hand on my shoulder." It's not your fault Jace."
I turn back to her. My sister, the one I loved and lusted after.
Her pale, cold, lifeless body. And the worst part is her stomach.
Swollen to the size of a basketball. I take a shaky breath and turn to my family, standing behind me.
" You're wrong, Maryse. It's my fault. Because Clarissa Fairchild Morgentsern, my little sister, is-was carrying my child."
( AN_ So, what do you guys think? This is my first time posting here so I'm a little nervous about what you guys think. This was based of The Kick Inside. I think I'll update with the note Clary leaves but I'm not sure. Thank you for reading! Please leave me a review if you'd like the note.)