Serendipity
I'm not normal...
I mean, I have friends, I'm wealthy, I've got a loving family, no apparent issues with my life at all.
Except, people don't understand that, even if you smile, you're not happy.
Smiles don't mean shit.
Nothing at all.
And good fortune was never my thing so I do have people who hate me.
I guess I don't really care anymore but good fortune is always a nice thing to have in life.
But, hey, serendipity only comes to those who are lucky in life, no
Well, it might have just stumbled upon me when I found him.
XxSPxX
Oh well, oh well.
Guess I'll see you in hell.
And I'm starting to dream, changing colors while I sleep.
Maybe I'm just wasting time.
-Oh Well, Oh Well by Mayday Parade
Serendipity- Chapter 1
I grab my phone and roll my eyes at my over-bearing father, yelling something about football downstairs. Walking up another flight of stairs, I find myself wandering over to my room, ready to just collapse and die forever.
Honestly.
I don't think that people understand the severity of the situation I'm going through. My friends don't get it, my family barely gets it, and, personally, I don't get it. My main question is: Why me? Though I know the answer to that question.
It was my fault.
Two Years Ago
Clary's Age- 15
I bite my lip, staring at the Ipecac Syrup I stole from my mom's medicine cabinet. When I think about the worst that can happen, it's not that bad. All it will do is make me puke. That's it. Right?
Breathing in, I drink a quarter of the bottle before feeling, satisfyingly, my stomach start to turn and my throat contracting. I sprint to the bathroom and kneel down at the toilet while my breakfast and lunch come rushing straight out of my mouth. When I'm done, I wash my face off at the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.
You're disgusting, Clary Fray.
I shiver at the unpleasant memory and sigh, running my hands through my unruly hair.
"Clary?" I hear my mother shout from downstairs. Groaning, I heave myself up and out of my bed before going to the landing, shouting a reply to my mom.
"What's up, Mom?"
"Can you come down here for a second? Your father and I want to discuss something with you, sweetheart."
I feel like my mom's so fake towards me. It's like she doesn't even like me, she just has to be nice to me. Though that's most likely just my messed up brain doing the thinking there.
Nice work, idiot.
My feet slap against the cold wood as I head downstairs. I turn the corner and my parents are there, sitting at my kitchen table, pouring over a sheet of paper. As I draw nearer, I see that they're my grades.
Shit.
My mom looks up at me when she hears me come in. A mega-watt smile replaces the thoughtful look that graced her face a second ago. She opens her arms for a hug and I have no choice but to lean in for it. Mom squeezes me tightly before she lets go and hands me the sheet of paper.
A.P English-
A-
History-
B+
Biology-
B-
P.E-
C-
Chemistry-
B+
Spanish-
A-
Health-
A
Art-
A+
Music-
A
Advanced Algebra 2-
A-
I stare at my dad's face, waiting for the words of disappointment.
"We're proud of you, baby girl," he grins at me. "These are great. I mean, there's always room for improvement, but they're better than last semester's. I gaze disbelievingly at my father and he rubs my back and kisses my forehead.
"Look, Clary, we know how hard it is for you to cope, what with the anemia," he begins. "And your mother and I think that, for someone under you circumstances, these are great. We love you no matter what and we, honestly, don't care about the P.E grade. That's your brother's fault."
I chuckle quietly because they blame my brother every single chance they get.
"Thanks," I blush lightly, smiling. "So what do I get?"
My father pretends to think about it and hands me $50.
"Don't care what you do with it," he yawns and dismisses me with a wave of his hand. "Just don't buy drugs. Now go play."
After kissing both my parents in turn on the cheeks, I walk upstairs to my room, again, and flop down on my bed. I stare up at my white ceiling, covered with mini murals of whatever. Food, family, friends, just generally anything.
I've had iron-deficiency anemia for 2 years now. I never take my iron pills, I "forget", and it just keeps getting progressively worse. Of course, I don't want to tell my friends that I might be slowly dying because I don't want them to treat me like I'm a piece of glass or something. It's too late with my family. They treat me like I'm a 7 year old child with a life-threatening disease.
It's not fun being me sometimes, as you can tell, and the mental, as well at the behavioral, issues that come with this disorder aren't exactly pleasant. I used to be on the honor roll. Yeah, the honor roll. The high and mighty stuff. Then, this hit. So they took me off the honor roll as my grades dropped lower and lower. Now, I'm just an average high school student, just passing my classes.
You know what really sucks, though? Periods. They're pain and devastation in about 5 days. I lose a lot more blood than normal and, along with my anemia, this makes me incredibly sick for about 3 weeks. I'm a mess: I can't get up, I can barely breathe, my mom literally has to straw-feed me. It gets bad. The fact that I don't like hospitals doesn't really help my case but, clearly, I stopped giving a fuck a long time ago.
To get my mind off of things, I text my best friend really quickly.
$50. What do we do?
-C
I get an almost immediate reply.
Target?
-I
TARGET.
-C
AN: And I am BACK, you amazing people, with a new story. Serendipity is, like, a new type of story that I'm trying. You know, imagining Clary's world in a different light. Literally.
And I hope you guys like it. This isn't a one shot, by the way. And because I want to do SO MUCH with To Die For, but I REALLY need to end it soon, I might write a sequel or something. I don't know, but the story might progress a little quicker.
I'm sorry if To Die For becomes, well, SUCKY because I'm investing all (well, a lot of) my time and effort into THIS.
Hmm.
You guys tell me your opinion about ending To Die For and about THIS story.
Hope you guys like it.
Love you so so so so so so SO much more than stuff, guys,
-Sosebo