Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments.
All rights belong to Cassandra Clare (who will make and break your life and love life), except this plot.
Guess whose baaaaaaaaaaaack….. YES! It is I, The Lynx.
I do not know if I will ever finish those other stories…but if you want me too, PM me. And I'll see what I can do. But for now, here's another story. It has somewhat the same idea as the others.
I have a playlist for the story as well:
Black Widow: Iggy Azalea Feat. Rita Ora
Talk Dirty: Jason Derulo Feat. 2Chains
Burnin' up: Jessie J Feat. 2Chains
I Love It: Icona Pop Feat. Charli XCX
And a song I made myself:
Give me Praise: The Lynx (that's me!)
Enjoy….
Cpov.
"I could hide away, and I could forget you today, but have no mercy, have no faith, and baby I'll give you praise. But all I ask for, is something more, a little praise here and there couldn't hurt, nooooo, no, no, no. but oh, oh no, uh oh, yeah. You couldn't care less, no not for me, and you couldn't care less, for a little praise. And all I ask for, and allllllll I ask for, is a little praise."
It's the same thing, every day at 12:00 noon, I sing to the other patients. They appreciate it, they do, even if they can't say it, they show it. It's always the same, probably nothing will ever change, but I bear it. Like I do every day, because that's just life. Even if you hate it, you bear it. For the ones you love, and even yourself. You can't change fate, destiny, your heart. No matter how much you might want too, you can't. That's what everybody told me, when I came, and that's what I tell them, when they come. You can't change what happens, even if it's bad, you can't change it. When you come here, they tell you, 'By next year you'll be all better, then you can go home!' But they're only lying to you. I should know, I have been here for over eight years now, I should actually know better. But I don't. I'm optimistic, well that's what they say. I don't believe I'm optimistic, to tell you the truth, I believe I'm quite the opposite actually.
I don't believe in love, hope, kindness, angels, I believe in death, evil, and souls. It's probably why I'm, and why say probably, that's why I'm here. Because I believe in evil, death, and souls. It's a reason for why many of us are here, because of evil. Not evil as in, an evil smile, or a wicked action that you do such as killing somebody. No, the kind of evil I'm talking about is evil like demons, or warlocks. And that word =, warlocks, reminds me. I have one very close friend who's here because he calls himself a warlock. But he's the good kind, the freewheeling bisexual rainbow warlock kind. His name is Magnus Bane, and we have been friends since upon arriving this hellish hole of an insane asylum.
I guess you could call him my best friend, well, second best friend. Simon Lewis is my number one BFF, as they call it. That was off topic, back to what I was saying. I'm hopeless when it comes to…sweetness.
As you have probably figured out, I'm in an insane asylum. Brooklynn, New York's Asylum for the Mentally and Criminally Insane, to be exact. You're probably now wondering why I am here, in an insane asylum. Well, I have done bad things, really bad things…Ha Ha! I'm kidding, I'm not here for the criminally insane part of the place, I'm her for the good ole' mentally insane. Yeah, they don't believe people who say they can see spirits. Oh no! They. Do. Not. So, I was committed here, when I was eight. And of you were reading from earlier, you'd know that I was committed eight years ago, so now I'm sixteen. Wonderful age of sixteen.
Now I should tell you what Magnus and Simon are here for. Magnus; glittery, glittery Magnus, he's here as a mentally Insane, like me. And Simon, well nerdy Simon, is here as a criminally insane. Let's cut to the chase, Simon sharpened his top and bottom canine teeth to look like vampire teeth, and killed various people using them. The teeth sharpening pin pointed him as insane and the killing pin pointed him as a criminal. Magnus likes to believe he is a warlock and pretends to do rituals, which I believe work, and since his family were concerned for his health, they sent him here. So, now you know why we are here. Well, you know about Magnus and Simon. This is why I'm here. I kept complaining to my mother and stepfather about hearing voices. I complained so much that eventually they just told me that I was imagining it. They didn't convince me nor themselves, so did they send me to a doctor, who then sent me to a therapist, who then sent me here, to the asylum. They think it's in my head, but in reality it's all real. They're spirits.
But of course, all you're thinking is, 'she's crazy!' And you're probably right. I don't believe I'm crazy. It's still why I am here.
" They say you'll get better in a year, they say you'll get to go home again one day soon, that was eight years ago. EIGHT YEARS! You don't go home. You never leave. You'll forever be stuck here, in your own nightmares…."
Well…what'd you think? Nice eh? I had the thought for a while and I just decided, eh why not? And typed it up.
This isn't a one shot, just the first chapter, the background story, at least, some of it.
Oh! Another thing…Jonathan, Clary's brother, will be in the story as well…..as a GOOD GUY THOUGH! Boo Hoo stop your crying, anyways Clary doesn't say anything yet because he is there for the criminally insane, not mentally, I'll talk about it later in the story.
Yes, Jace, Isabelle, Alec and even Max will be in the story…..probably the next chapter though.
So I hope you enjoyed….REVIEW! how many reviews depend if next chapter comes this week or next week.
And if you have questions, don't be afraid to PM me!
*The Lynx is out*
