Prolouge
As the world seemed to fall into a dead silence, Clary Fray snuggled in deeper into the comforter. She could almost feel her head vibrating from thoughts that seemed to go 100 words per second. It irritated her to no end, not being able to fall asleep. With a grunt she shifted onto her back and stretched her body out.
Those strange ice cold toes that were always a bit sweaty, but never could really warm up under the covers. The ticking of the clock by her bed stand. The way that the baby hairs that framed her face itched her forehead and nose. These things all seemed to come into focus as she opened her eyes and relaxed back into bed, fully awake now.
Her arms were sticking out, and the tips of her already cold feet felt the chill of the night air. The world outside was a constant noise. Endless, ceaseless noise that she could hate, but was also grateful for it all at the same time.
Clary got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, if she wasn't able to sleep she might as well just go out somewhere for a bit. It was New York, something had to be open at 2 in the morning. Perhaps a strip club, or maybe even a McDonalds with free wi-fi.
Her mouth watered at the thought of having a greasy-ass burger with a side over salted french fries and a large root beer. It might be really unhealthy but it was like heaven in your mouth. If heaven was artificial food with a bucket of salt in every meal.
She quickly packed her bag making sure her wallet, iPod and laptop were in there. Late night adventures always had to have some music to rock out to. After dressing herself in decent clothing and washing up she climbed out onto her window sill and jumped onto the fire escape.
"Quietly, carefully, quietly, carefully," she mumbled to herself like some sort of chant.
The metal stairs had worn out over the years. Some people say that things get better with age, but this was not true for the fire escape. It was rusted to the point where Clary wondered if she would fall through a step and go splat on the bottom. I live such a dangerous life, she smiled and made her slow descent.
The building she and her alcoholic mother lived in was only 5 floors. They lived on the fourth floor. Their mouldy apartment consisted of two bedrooms, two washrooms, a living room and kitchen. It wasn't small, but it wasn't large. It was comfortable and Clary preferred it that way. The down side of having a house on ground is the constant maintenance the lawn needed, and the constant cleaning. Apartments were much easier. Less to clean and no lawn. Unless having a few shrivelled up flowers outside your window counted as a lawn. There was no time for mother nature.
Before she knew it, Clary had her feet planted firmly on New York City cement and was ready to go on a late-night adventure. Breathing in the pee-scented air she let out a relieved breath.
"Die another day, bitches," Clary let out an evil villain sort of laugh and walked out of the dark alley. Her sense of humour was amazing, in her opinion.
Hey there, reader. Yeah, prologue. Sorry about that. So I just wanted to put this out there, to see if it would get any reads. If some are interested in a Clary and Simon story, then I will continue writing. This was sort of a warming up for myself.
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This is not edited.
I wanted to get this out as soon as I could.
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