The life drained from my body as my murder left me bloody on my bed, I should have notice something was wrong sooner, but I didn't, they say your past comes back to haunt you I guess my did more, mine made me take my last breath.
I was in my bed waiting and willing sleep to come but it didn't come so eager tonight. I could feel that something was off, something was wrong and when I noticed it. I looked around my room and noticed nothing was in place everything was different like someone searched the place then put it back together. It was just past midnight and I was about to get up and see if they had found what I prayed they wouldn't and that's when I heard it.
The cold winter's breeze embracing my room filling it with a cold dark aroma, slight creaks in the floor boards etching closer to my door the slight turn on the rusted old door knob. My breathing hitched and my heart rate quickened. I hadn't moved a muscle fear took over me and I was paralyzed. I could feel the hot wet breath on my neck my eyes were shut but I still knew who was there, why they were there. I was just about to open my eyes when a sharp and quick pain flooded through my body and my eyes turning back into darkness the last words that were ever spoken to were….I WIN !
A howling scream awakes me from my dream. My body starts to tremble and my tears start leaving stains on my face, I can't help it but I continue to scream. Sweat covering every inch of my body I instinctively started rocking back and forth until I'm surrounded by strong lean arms holding me against a firm chest. I was now struggling against the firm tight grip around me until I could smell the faint smell of mangoes and relaxed into Jace. My breathing relaxed and I was slowly drifting back to sleep when I heard a voice, a familiar voice coming from behind me. I feared to turn the voice sent shivers down my spine, my heart rate was rising and my breathing became heavy. Jace must have notice this because his grip became tighter around me almost too tight. The pressure was getting too hard against my ribs and air was becoming scarce. The hot wet breath was back on me and my dream came rushing back. I could see the flashes of light reflecting off the blade slowly tracing up beside me.
"It's just a dream Clary, Just a dream" I repeated to myself quietly but not quite enough for them to hear.
"Is it Clarissa, is it really though" the voice hissed in my ear sending terror rushing across my body.
I could feel the cold sharp blade slowing stabbing in the throat and blood trickling down my throat, I let out another howling scream when the blade was just about to be slashed across my throat, but something else stopped that from happening , I was now been called and was been shaken.
"Clary, Clary wake up, Clary it's just a dream, Clary" the urgency and worry in the voice heighten and repeated itself.
I awake again with tears on my face, sweat soaking my body, trembling in fear only this time I could feel the blood and pain in my neck. A warm and thick liquid sliding across my sweat cloaked skin. Am I awake or am I asleep? Which is real? I can't even tell if I am still dreaming.
"Clary" the voice repeat again filled with concern.
"He's back" words erupted from my mouth before I could filter want I was saying. I noticed I was still rocking myself back and forth when he spoke again.
"Who?" concern had left his voice and curiosity took its place.
"Sebastian" the name tasted like vinegar. I looked up into golden eyes and all the curiosity and concern was gone, leaving he eyes with hate and anger.