I'm re-posting this story because I have just come across it in my documents and it's not actually a bad story. Plus, I can see it turning into a sweet CLACE story.
I've got another two chapters of this, so I'll post them after I've finished fixing them up!
Things happen for a reason and unfortunately there's no going backs even if you beg for your life to be reversed so you can go and change whatever it is you want changed. They say the things that happen to you today, are preparing you for something bigger in life; something so big that you won't know what it is until it hits you flat in the face. You can't rewrite what's already written in stone, your fate is you fate… You can't change it; I should know that by now… As much of the misery that can occur during your life can pain you, I've discovered it make you grow as a person and help you discover who you are. I must admit my life was perfect but that was before the fire that destroyed everything. I now live in a rundown apartment in the slums of New York City and I have been for three years now. After the fire, my mother and I were left with barely anything, just enough money to get this shabby apartment and the scars that were left on our memories. This is how my life has turned out; I'm not the same girl as I use to be. That one night that turned into a nightmare shifted my fate like tectonic plates shift against one another, the fate I thought I had had just been rearranged into something completely different.
The night of the 13th of September 2009 was a nightmare, a scar that dug its way into our minds and hearts like the almighty waves that crash upon cliffs, eroding them; stripping a part of them away and swallowing it in the blue, immense grave. I was at the sensitive age of 13 when I woke by the horrifying scream of wild flames as they stretched their way up the wall like inhumane hands shredding away the memories that one holds within. Smoke filled the air making it unbearable to see or breath. I stumbled onto the floor as I recalled all those fire safety drills coming into play- 'Stay low and get out of there.' I crawled low and fast. My room was placed on the second storey and I knew I was in a very vulnerable and dangerous position because without warning the floor could cave in at any moment from right under me. As I crawled, my hands starting to hurt as I felt like I was on a giant hot plate. The fire was right under me making my escape near impossible; my only opinion was to jump. There wasn't long before the whole house would be up in flames, I knew that but I couldn't leave, not without finding my parents and brother first. I stood up unsteadily. Covering my eye's slightly, I forced myself threw the heavy smoke; feeling it burn my throat as I grasped for air. I reached their room in no time but I wished hadn't seen what I did. Their room was busting with wild, hungry flames like a pack of gray wolfs circling their prey before excitedly ripping it apart; making realization hit me hard in my chest. They wouldn't have made it… I knew I needed to get out before it was too late but my body retreated into shock mode; causing me to fall to my knees as the overwhelming heat and the shriek of the uncontrollable flames encircled me.
I mustn't have been like that for long before my surroundings overpowered me, making my mind and body feel weak. I suddenly felt a light weight on my shoulder. Glancing up, I thought I was dead because I was looking up at a faint outline of a guardian like angel, my mother. As she stared down at me I could see the fear lurking in her eyes.
Coughing, she had her other hand covering her mouth. "Baby, we need to get out now. We don't have long," she coughed out as loud as she could. Pulling my frail body up, she held most of my weight as she urged me over to the window at the far corner of the hall. I felt weak and I couldn't make sense of my surroundings. Pulling at the window forcefully, we both slung our heads out to get the burning feeling of smoke out of our lungs. We saw fire trucks and crowds of people surrounding our now burning house. "Help! We're up here," I heard my mother scream out. Firemen and policemen crowded on the ground beneath the window we were now hanging halfway out of in no time, waiting to give their instructions.
"Ma'am, I know it's going to be hard but we need you to lower your daughter down as much as you can so we can catch her when she falls," a man yelled up as loud as he could against the roaring of the flames.
"I'm not leaving without you," I pleaded to my mother as tears clouded my sight.
Picking my fail body up in her shaky arms, she pushed me onto the window sill ready to lower me down. I tried to put up a fight, but my body was too weak to protest.
Giving me a soft kiss on my forehead, she whispered, "I'll be right behind you, I promise. Now get ready baby, I need to drop you but don't worry, you'll be caught down below."
Nodding, I felt her lower me down holding me by my now burnt wrists. Looking up into her eyes, I saw the fear was more noticeable than ever. I felt her hands give away and I was suddenly falling in mid-air. Closing my eyes, I thought I was going to fall flat and be swallowed up by the unearthly ground. Instead, I opened my eyes to find myself in the safety of several firemen arms. I was then placed into the arms of a single fireman as he carried me away from my burning home as it was getting swallowed up by flames.
"My mom?" I whispered up to him, tears now leaking out of my eyes.
Glancing back, he turned back to me with a smile. "They just got her, she's fine," he reassumed me as he places me carefully down on a gurney.
"What about my dad and brother? Where are they?" I asked urgently, searching vigilantlyaround. That's when I heard a hurtful, piecing scream. Glancing over I saw my mother trying to pull herself out of the fireman's arms that was holding her back as she stared at our home that was now swallowed up by hungry flames.
"My baby and husband are still in there! I need to go get them!" She screamed, as she struggled in the man's tight hold. Tears started pouring out of my heavy eyes as I looked up at our burning house and I knew they wouldn't be coming out… I pulled myself down off the gurney and stumbled slowly over to where my mother was now screaming.
"Mom," I cried. As she turned around, I suddenly felt like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment because everything was now becoming real. I knew she was slowly breaking as well. She pulled forcefully away from the man and ran over to me; falling to her knees bringing me with her as she did. Holding me tight, she cried into me; begging for my dad and brother to come back to us. Holding her tight, I let myself be overtaken by hurt and grief.
They say things happen for a reason, that that's your fate; but why does your fate have to include losing the ones you love? It just ends with you being broken…
"Clary,"
I suddenly became aware that I had just been deep in thought and blocked out everything my mother just had said to me. Glancing up at her, I noticed she stood by the door, I said apologetically, "Sorry, I was day-dreaming. What did you say?"
Shaking her head, she gave me a weak smile before opening the brown, shabby door that lead out to the main hallway of the apartment building. "I'm sorry but I got another late shift so you'll be here alone tonight. Tea is in the oven," she said calmly. Ever since the fire three years ago, my mother became depressed and she tried everything to block out the pain she suffered. She did anything to keep herself busy which meant more overtime at work. As mother and daughter we have drifted apart and our once close relationship has now faded away. Nodding, I watched her walk out and shutting the door firmly behind her. 'Great,' I thought to myself, 'forever alone.'
Getting up from my place on the sofa, I walked slowly over to the oven; opening it wide to see what it held inside. 'Ugh,' I whispered to myself, 'meat loaf again.' Shutting the oven door, I turned the oven off and grabbed my keys and purse off the bench. Slamming the door shut behind me, I walked down the run-down hallway and out of the building. Outside the state of my surroundings were no better than they were inside. Rubbish and smoke buds cluttered the ground where I stood. Smoke filled the air from the rusty-old cars that buffed out smoke and the cigarettes people sucked on. People walked slowly and lifeless on the pavement looking like the struggle of life was overtaking them. The buildings all over this area was cracked and run-down; making me think that if New York was to have an earthquake anytime soon, the slums would get affected the most and who would care? No one… To everyone else we were a waste of space.
Walking across the street, I pushed open the door of the deli. Walking in, I was hit with the fresh smell of bread. Walking up to the counter, I was greeted by my one and only friend, Simon.
"Clary, what's up? Haven't seen you around in ages," Simon exclaimed, before adding, "I have this new Xbox game I'm sure you'd love. It's awesome!"
Shrugging, I said "I've been busy." I didn't want to tell him the anniversary of my father and brother's death was coming up. I refused to share that part of my life with him or to anyone. Looking up at him, I became impatiently, "can I have my usual?"
Looking down at me sideways, he asked, "Okay, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I insisted. "Now can I have my sandwich or do I need to ask to have a word to your manager?"
"I hate when you're in a mood, my head always gets bitten off," Simon complained before starting to prepare my sandwich.
Laughing slightly, "I'm your best friend, get over it. But you're right, I'm sorry. Just tired," I stated while watching him make my sandwich, "hey, no pickles! Yuck,"
Laughing, he said, "Sorry I forgot."
"Sorry my ass," I stated.
Passing me my sandwich, he said, "my shout."
"I don't need charity." I pointed out, getting out a ten dollar note and passing it to him. "Keep the change."
Walking out, I felt Simons shock stare dig into my back as he watched me leave. Okay I must admit, I was a little harsh on him but I can take care of myself…I don't need charity. Walking across the street, I headed along to the far end of the slum where it was closed off to many people. Once I got there, I found the old book shop closed. 'Luke must be out,' I thought to myself. Walking along the pavement, my foot hit an object making it fling across the rough surface of the ground. Walking over to it, I picked it up. My eyes then widened, it was of the new IPhone! These things cost heaps and I knew for a fact I couldn't afford it or anyone else that lived here in the slum. Glancing around carefully, I couldn't see a single figure in sight. I knew I should find the owner, maybe I should leave it at a nearby shop and hopefully the owner retraces their steps? What were the chances in that happening…? I looked closely at the phone, pressing down on the only button on the device. The screen lit up. Maybe I could message someone in their contacts and then they could get the owner to come collect it.
Deciding that was the best hope, I started looking through the phone. The first text that showed up was from a person called 'Jackass;' it read 'where the hell did you put my keys?' Rolling my eyes, I knew whoever phone this was, the so called 'Jackass' was their brother/sister; if I took a random guess anyway.
After a few minutes trying to work out how to use it, I finally sent the message to their brother.
Hey, um I found this phone on the pavement and I thought you could tell who ever the owner is to come get it?
Within minutes I got a reply from him.
And put her into risk of getting raped by whoever you are? Where are you? I'll come get it myself.
Anger then boiled through me as I typed back.
And I could say the same about you. How do I know you're not a risk towards me? Assuming you're a desperate, creepy guy that has no respect or life morals.
Whoever this knew exactly how to get under someone's skin, and boy, they were were getting under my skin. Beep, looking down I saw he had replied.
Ouch, those words would actually hurt if they were true. Lucky for whoever you are, I'm not who you described. Now, I don't have all day; where are you?
I raised an eyebrow at his response. Typing back, I wrote…
Meet me at central park in twenty minutes, don't be late. Oh and I'm bringing pepper spray, so be warned.
I quickly put the phone in my pocket and headed to the nearest bus stop. It took me fifteen minutes to reach the park and headed down to the pond and sat down on my usual seat. Waiting for this stranger, I hoped I was doing the right thing.
Beep, beep. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and stared at the message.
I'm here, but I don't know who I'm looking for. Where are you?
I quickly replied…
I'm by the pond. Look for the red hair, you won't miss it.
Waiting for a reply, I glanced around trying to search for this stranger; and while doing so I my eyes caught on a guy that could only be described as breath-taking. He had slight wavy, blonde hair that curled at the ends and shaped his, what seemed to be, flawless face. Glancing down, I soon found out that whatever was hiding under his clothing, it wasn't fat but something much more…breath-taking. Glancing up at his gorgeous face, I saw a smirk play against his lips.
Coming up to me with a smirk of his face, he stopped within a few feet away from me. "So, you don't really look the type to be a rapist," his voice was smooth musical. Taking him in once more, I took in the way the sun caught on the gold in his eyes.
"Like what you see?" He asked, with a smirk.
Looking up at him, I suddenly felt my cheeks flush. I then offered the phone back to him and as soon as he took it, I stood up.
"Well I need to go," I said before leaving him standing there and walking towards the exit of the park.
Catching up to me, he asked, "don't I get to even know your name?"
Stopping, I glanced at him seriously. "I didn't know we needed to exchange names," I stated sarcastically.
Chuckling, he ran his hands through his golden hair. "Well it's always good to have a name to the pretty redhead that saved my sister from losing her contacts to her fan base," he smirked.
"So the jackass actually gave me a compliment?" I asked laughing slightly, folding my arms across my chest; giving him my cheekiest smile.
"Jackass?" He asked, stepping forward so he was only a foot away.
"I was just recalling what I read," I laughed slightly.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Check your sister's phone and see what she has your name under," I said before walking off laughing. Stopping, I turned around to see him checking the phone with a grumpy expression written over his face.
"It's Clary," I said loudly at him.
Looking up; he had a pearly white smile playing against his lips, "Jace."
With that I sped off to the bus stop, afraid I'd miss it like usual and have to walk the long walk home.
I've put notices on my other fanfictions: The Everlasting Flame, and Be My Savior, saying I don't have enough time to write so I want you guys to pick what story I should focus on the most. What I'm feeling what now, I want to carry on this story and also my other one- The Everlasting Flame.
The way it's looking, The Everlasting Flame will be my main focus. This doesn't mean that I'm not going to slowly work on this as well.
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