This is the continuation to Fatally Yours! Read that first, or this story won't make sense!
Okay, first I am so, so sorry that this wasn't up sooner. It was supposed to be up on Monday, but someone clipped a cable, and our internet was down. Then on Tuesday... Fanfiction was being a sonofabitch.
WARNING: I will always put a warning in the chapter if something potentially triggering happens. For the entire story I must warn you against dark themes, rape or mention of rape, smut, and inappropriate language. (My favorite word is motherfucker...)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, but neither do you, so we suck.
-Sebastian Verlac-
I want my poisonous soul to eat me from the inside out. Clary should not have saved me. All of this is my fault. She's clearly uncomfortable with me being here, though she's the only one making an effort to make me feel welcome. We've been in the house for a week, and Clary is the only person who's even spoken to me. I wish she wouldn't. The desire to harm her is gone, but the need to be loved is stronger than ever.
I haven't been starving myself on purpose. I just don't care enough to do the things that keep me alive. I want to die. Hell will be a five star hotel in comparison with my family home.
Startled my a knock at my bedroom door, I leave my bed for the first time in two days to answer. "Hey." The petite redhead says. "I brought you this." She holds up a plate with steak and green beans on it. I stare blankly down at her, until she sighs, shoving her way past me, into my room. "I made it myself. And you need to eat something, Sebastian. It's been days."
"I'm not hungry." I lie. This isn't the first time she's tried to make me care for my basic needs.
Clary sighs, placing the plate on my bedside table. "I don't know how to help you, Sebastian. What can I do to make you act like a real human, for once?"
"Why did you save me?" I blurt. "And why are you still trying to save me? I could have killed myself in prison, and all of this suffering would be over with. I only allowed this lie, because I thought it was what you wanted."
"It is what I want." She whispers. "Tell me how I can help you."
My body goes ridged. She's so close. My eyes lock with hers, and the words tumble quietly off my lips before I can stop them "Love me, Clary."
My sweet sister takes a shaky breath. "I thought you were over that."
"I didn't mean it like that." I've never wanted to fold into myself and disappear more than I do at this moment. My feet shuffle as I step closer to her, but I don't try to touch her. It's clear that she's still afraid of me, and I can't say I blame her. I'm afraid of me, too.
"How did you mean it, then?"
"Like you love Jonathan. Or Simon. Hell, like you love Magnus or Alec or anyone. Just love me, Clary. No one ever has."
Slowly, but surely Clary nods. "Love me as your sister, and I will love you as my brother."
-Clary Fray-
Love.
That's what Sebastian wants. I suspect it's what he's wanted all along, and he just has some shitty ways of trying to obtain it. I've watched him scream at the sky all day, in anger. No one has ever loved him. He never notices the way I watch him with pity in my gaze. He's too absorbed in yelling, as if he truly believes that the sky encases the root of all the shitty things he's ever experienced.
I want to tell him what the world is really like. It's raw and ugly, but it's soft and beautiful all in the same. I don't think he's seen any of the beauty, in his life time. Only darkness. I want to tell him that the pain doesn't stop, just because you want it to end. He has to find a way to bring a little bit of happiness to himself. I wish I could do it for him, but I can't.
I don't say any of this though. I leave the broken boy to vent in peace after telling him "Eat your food. I don't cook often." and then I go to find the boy that I never had to learn to love. I tried my hardest not love him, but here we are.
Celine will be here in the morning. Jace hasn't stopped fidgeting in days. At first he was angry. Angry that Valentine was going to kidnap his little sister. Angry that her life had to be uprooted because of it. But then they spoke on the phone, and I watched as his anger clashed against the floorboards. They could be together again. He could keep her safe.
She said she wanted to come here, so she could be with here big brother. Celine said she loved him more than anything, even after all these years. It reminds me of when Jonathan and I spoke on the phone, while Sebastian and I were in the library, and he was willing to be kidnapped so we could be together. I don't think Jonathan or Celine really quite know what they got themselves into.
This is going to be one hell of a ride.
-Simon Lewis-
Isabelle has been up all night. Tomorrow is the big day. We finally get to go see a doctor, and even find out the gender of our baby. When I picture my future, I know it's not just mine. It's ours. I see Isabelle in a white dress, holding the hand of a gorgeous little girl who looks like her mother, more than her father. She has sapphire eyes, like Alec. Isabelle's facial structure, and my curly hair. When I think about the future, I can't help but smile.
I remember the first time Izzy and I made love. It wasn't on our wedding night. It was well over a year later, and maybe 15 was still too young for that sort of thing, but we didn't care. We were in love. No one could stop us. No one could tell us what to do.
I can't wait to start our family. But there's something I need to do first, in order to make our lives together into something she deserves. Inside of my pocket, is my grandmothers ring. After she died, my grandfather gave it to me, making me promise to give it to the girl of my dreams. Soon, I'll make Isabelle Lightwood my wife for real.
Side note: People keep telling me to put Celine with Sebastian? NO. I don't think you guys realize what their ages are. He's almost 19. She's BARELY 14. That's just gross. I know this story is messed up, but NOPE. I can't ship that.
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-IStillWriteNaked