Hi! This has taken me a while to get to work so go easy on me. Constructional ccriticism is welcomed with open arms! Well I am not one that likes long authors notes so on with the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments. Cassandra Clare won't give it to me!
I was running. I didn't know where, but I knew I had to get away. My life was too crazy, and I was breaking. I couldn't take it anymore, this was the last straw. They all knew I hated him. He did this to me. He destroyed the slim string of love I had been holding onto. The scars on my arms proved everything. But did I get help? No. When people looked my way they didn't think of helping me. They thought 'That is a broken girl. She is too broken to fix.' But in reality all I needed was some love. But love wasn't what I got. I got life. I got what some people called, memories. But I suppose that if I died I wouldn't be remembered, would I? No. I can't let go yet. I will not give up, and turn to suicide. Life is too precious for that. But then, why would life be precious if there was no death? This arranged marriage would kill me. He was not for me, and I was not for him. I had almost reached Simon's, when I ran into something warm and solid. I looked up and met gold. Shoot! The man that was ruining my life was standing in front of me. The man I was running from. Jace.
For a moment I just stared begging for this to be a nightmare I would wake up from any moment. That was before he opened up his big fat mouth.
"Watch where you're going you stupid snitch. Maybe if you paid attention a little more than what you do in class, you would be smarter and less of a klutz!" He sneered, wiping off the dirt she had gotten on him from running through puddles in the rain. Hurt flashed through her eyes and she saw him smirk. That was all Iit took for her to see red.
"Me?! You shouldn't stand in the middle of the sidewalk like a bump on a log! Oh, and just for the record, I am all A's and I am already graduated, because of how smart I was! I skipped a grade, THANK YOU! You, on the other hand have to hurry by the end of the year to get up to a C-! By the way, I already got excepted into college! So mind your own business! I will not marry you and I will get away from you, even if it's the last thing I do!" I screeched backhanding him and turning to leave.
I can't believe she had the nerve to insult the great Jace Lightwood! Nobody insults Jace Lightwood. I would be lying, if I said I didn't find it attractive. I have always loved Clary. Since I met her for her flaming hair, emerald green eyes, and spitfire attitude. She was pretty, but she didn't know that. I would have dated her a long time ago, but she was a nerd and I was star quarter back. If anyone found out, my reputation would have been trashed. I knew because, my old friend Sebastian Verlac, dated her. One minute, he was star running back, next minute; he's chess captain, manga reading, and glasses wearing geek (A/N: no offense, I myself wore glasses for a while, and I am still a geek) That was NOT happening to me. I wanted a football scholarship not a chess scholarship. So, of course when an arranged marriage was proposed, I threw a fit. I had always been abusive to Clary, physically and verbally, so when she was told she was going to marry me, she barricaded herself in her room, and refused to come out. She told me she would run, I guess it didn't really dawn on me she would actually do it. I suppose she was running to that pathetic boyfriend of hers. Samuel, was it? No. Sterling, maybe? Nope. Sandy, possibly? I don't think so. Simon, was it? Yes, thats it. Simon. I couldn't have her running, now could I? I grabbed her arm and said, "You just called me stupid, didn't you? No one calls me stupid. I am going to teach you a lesson." She looked scared as I inched closer to her. I guess I forgot that we were in New York, for a minute, because what happened next was not expected. A man jumped out from somewhere and screamed for me to let her go.
A/N: Whoa! Bet cha' weren't expecting that! Did ya'? Did ya' expect that? Crap... stupid coffee. Who do you think the man was? Hint: In the books he was evil, and obsessed with Clary. He is Clary's brother but doesn't like to be called by his real name. He goes by something that starts with S... it isn't Simon, so who is it?