What would you do if you woke up at the scene of your best friends murder with blood on your hands - and you didn't remember how you got there? Hi, I'm not sure if anyones actually going to read this but if you are thank you. This is my first Fan Fic so don't judge if it's terrible. I am not Cassandra Clare and therefore have no ownership over the characters.

Chapter 1

I had been sitting in the same booth for two hours, okay twenty minutes. It just wasn't like Jace to be late. I tried calling him again, but no answer. I looked around the cafe with the false hope that he would walk in, but it was the same people. The man hiding his face behind his newspaper, and the boys who were not-so discreetly staring at me and I was not-so discreetly ignoring. My phone buzzed and I pounced on it, the caller ID was Jace.

"Where the hell are you?" I shrieked a little louder than I intended.

"Down by the Pandemonium. Can you come pick me up?" His voice is shaky and uneven - he almost sounds scared. "Izzy, please."

"What happened to your car?"

"Nothing, something. I don't remember, I don't know! Just come"

"Fine."

Jace is in an absolute state when I get there, I find him in the alley that separates the club from the neighbouring apartments. Sweat and blood sticks his hair to his forehead, his hands and shirt are covered in blood and his face is white. On top of all this there is a knife covered in blood at his feet.

"Jace, what's wrong?'Instead of answering he points to a dark shape I had mistaken as bags of trash. As I near it I realise its a body.

When I get closer I realise there is a gaping wound in the middle of the persons chest, its clear the persons dead. I feel my heart speed up as I recognise the face.

"Jonathan?" I look up knowing my face reveals just how horrified I am. He nods, his face showing no emotion.

"As in your best friend, your girlfriends brother? Clary's brother?"He nods again.

"Did you do it?" He falls to his knees, dropping his eyes from mine. When he looks up at me all the light from his gold eyes are gone.

"Isabelle." His voice is shaking."You have to believe me when I say this, I don't remember anything that happened last night except we were both drunk. All I know is I didn't do it. You have to believe me."

I nod and tell him I believe him, even though part of me doesn't.

Clary's POV

The pain was unbearable, I felt numb. I couldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat and the tears just never came. Jon was gone, there was nothing any one could do. I try calling Jace but he didn't answer. Then Simon visited and I broke.

"Hey Clare Bear." Simon stood awkwardly in my door frame."How are you holding up?" He sounds genuinely concerned but something in me snapped.

"I'm just dandy, everything is just perfect." I glare at him. "What do you think? My mother now lives in her bedroom, and Jon is gone. He's gone and he's not coming back. JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER MORGERNSTERN IS GONE." I hear Jocelyn's sobs get louder and I collapse into a mess of tears.

I wake up with my head in Simons lap and my cheeks stained with tears. He's looking at me with his concerned brown eyes and I have the urge to snap at him, but suppress it. I quietly ask him to go, and he leaves without a word. I need Jace. Im so angry, frustrated sad and I just need Jace. He never missed calls, he was always there for me and I just felt so deserted. He was blocking me out. I was going to find out why.

Jace's POV

After talking to Isabelle I felt worthless, I got back to my apartment had a shower got changed and lay on my bed, I could still smell alcohol. I stared at the ceiling fiddling with the knife. The blood had hardened, but I couldn't bring myself to wash it like Izzy told me to. I felt like by doing it I would be washing away everything that happened last night, and as much as I wish I could do that, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I put the knife in-between my mattresses and picked my phone up, seventeen missed calls from Clary and two from Izzy. I threw my phone at the wall and watched as the glass cracked and fell out of the frame onto the carpet. I stood up and felt a shard of glass cut into my foot. I screamed, not because it hurt, but because everything else hurt.

My life slowly fell apart, I stopped talking to Izzy and blocked Clary out completely. Then she showed up at my door.