It's time. I'm ready.

Clary was repeating those words in her mind the entire walk to the park. It was a place that very few people go to, making it perfect for what she was going to do. She didn't want any interference's. No, not this time.

She finally arrived at a beautiful tree in the most out-of-the-way part if the park. She frequently came here to draw when she was younger, but when she was 10 she stopped. Her mother had ruined any happy memory she had here.

It seemed fitting to Clary. This place was where her childhood died and now it's where she will die too.

After a couple minutes blankly staring at the tree she decided that it was dark enough that nobody would come to bother her. She sat down with her back to the tree and oh so carefully laid out her items. She had 3 bottles of Tylenol and a brand new razor blade. Clary couldn't decide which she would use first, but eventually she went for the razor blade. It would bring her comfort.

Clary slowly pulled up her sleeve and gently stroked her scarred forearm. She put the blade to her skin and closed her eyes as she felt blood start flowing down her arm. She looked and realized that this was at least twice as deep as she had ever gone. She was proud, in a way. She then did the same with her right forearm.

When it was done she sat with her eyes closed and waited for life to leave her, but she noticed something despite her reverie. There was a strange white light at the corner of her eye. She opened her eyes and saw 3 people walking towards her.

One of the people was a tall girl with long black hair. Another was an even taller boy with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes. When Clary looked at the third, her already shallow breath hitched. He looked like an angel with his matching golden hair and eyes. He was absolutely beautiful and he was staring right at her

"I think she can see us, Alec." The angel boy said

"What did that stupid mundane do? Do we have to help?" The boy, Alec, said

"No! Please… Just leave me here!" I whimpered weakly.

I didn't want to be sent back home, or to the hospital

The angel boy ran towards me and started binding the wounds on my wrists. He picked me up, ignoring my weak attempts at struggling free.

I heard them mumbling to each other.

Jace, what are you doing? She's just a mundane! Then why can she see us, Alec?

I didn't get to hear much more. Everything faded to black and I felt someone whisper in my ear

"You're going to be okay now, beautiful."

A/N

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- Jace