Clary didn't want to get up. She was numb and her eyes were red rimmed. She heard her mom come into her room and ask her a question but she didn't answer. She didn't want to see more depressed faces and if she did, then she would get up and go to school.
She hadn't slept at all last night. Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was his face when they were in kindergarten or even yesterday. His glasses askew and his brown eyes twinkling with laughter. She had just said 'See you tomorrow' when she got into Jace's car and waved to him. He had gotten into his car and Clary hadn't given it a second thought, not that she usually did. It's not every day that you say goodbye to your best friend and find out he died at a car crash a few hours later.
Clary had known Simon her whole life, how was she supposed to live without her best friend now that he was gone? Clary couldn't even imagine and at the moment all she could feel was a hollow feeling spreading through her body. And she ached to see her best friend one more time. See his semi crooked smile, his nerdy glasses, share an inside joke with him. Even hear him talk about his hopeless band and video games.
But of course, she couldn't. And the thought was beginning to slowly become real to her. When she received a text message the day before from Simon's sister Rebecca, Clary didn't think much of it until she read it. She immediately called her back even though Clary felt like she was being pranked. As Rebecca began to explain the situation through sobs, Clary knew it wasn't a joke. Isabelle had come over and they had cried together, but when Clary decided to not go to the vigil going on at the school, Isabelle had left. Clary had just wanted to be alone and cry.
Simon had died at a fork in the road. A semi-truck had crashed Simon's car into a tree on the side of the road. He had died on the collision. Clary began to feel that hollow ache again and though she wanted to cry, she couldn't. She was completely dried out. Somewhere in the back of Clary's head, she was thinking about how crying so much would probably dehydrate her, but at the moment it was the least of her concerns. So she slept. And Clary wished she could sleep away her problems.
This was inspired by the loss of someone at my school just recently. I had to vent out my feelings over his sudden death and writing felt like the only way at the moment. So, no hate please, this is something I needed to do.