Did a bit of jump haha.. Hope you like it :)


16 years later

Clary was lying in bed with her hands behind her head staring up at the ceiling. 16 years ago her daughter was taken by the man that haunts her dreams at night, her brother Johnathon or as she calls him Sebastian.

Her husband, Jace, had also vanished mysteriously that night, for years after Clary had hope that Jace and her daughter were together. That was until they found a rotting corpse lying outside of the city Alicante, it wasn't even a corpse anymore just bones and rags of clothing Jace was wearing the night he disappeared. Clary refused to believe that Jace was dead, even after the dental records came back positive, the world still felt the same to her and therefore Jace was still in it.

There was a knock at the door, but the person on the other side obviously knew Clary wasn't going to say anything and just walked right in. It was Simon, still looking like the normal 17 year old boy. Even though he was much older than that.

"How are you?" He asked but she didn't answer, "I brought you some food." He said setting a greasy stained McDonalds bag down on the night stand.

Clary had moved back in with Luke and her mom after they found Jace. But she refused to sell her house that she had lived in with Jace and Karmin, she also refused to go in. Karmins room was still the way it was that night she disappeared, everything was still there.

Clary sat up, her brilliant red hair in a tangled mess. She wasn't like this everyday, just this day every year. And Karmin's birthday.

"Thanks." She said managing a weak smile.

Simon smiled back, that same smile she knew from even before she knew Jace, "Anything you need you call any of us alright?" He said and kissed her on the forehead like she was a little girl.

"Alright." She responded as he walked out the door. When she heard the front door close she threw the McDonalds in the trash.

Karmins POV

I looked out the window of my taxi, and saw a whole new world. Now imagine living in a small town all your life, with only one building for elementary, middle, and high school. Yeah, that's where I lived down in southern Kentucky. So if you've ever been to NYC you can imagine what it was like. Music played somewhere in the distance, people yelled, cars beeped and lights flashed.
Of course I was not happy with moving so far away, what kid would be? All my friends were in that little town and as much as I hated it there, I hated to leave. But my father, the so called boss of me made us move for his 'job'. He worked at a gas station. What kind of gas station moves him cross country?
The taxi pulled up to a grungy looking building that rose about seven floors. "$67.00 cash." The driver said obviously annoyed.

"Home sweet home." My dads voice said handing the driver a wad of bills and got out of the car, me following with my small duffel bag of things.

"Were living here?" I said looking up at the building, there was mold growing from the windows, mold!

"For now." He said and opened the metal barred door with a key, I pulled my hoodie tighter around me and followed him up the steps to our new apartment. Our stuff was supposed to be arriving the next day, if we survive that.

The apartment didn't look much better on the inside, the walls were stained and smelled like cigars, the floor boards creaked and not to mention the bathroom. I'll save you from the horror. I looked around and finally realized there was only one bedroom, I walked down a small hallway into the kitchen where my dad was sitting at an old kitchen table sipping what looked like coffee, "Dad, there's only one bedroom." I said knowing exactly what he was going to say.

My dad wasn't the nicest of people, but whenever I felt down about myself he told me I was special, very special.

"I know, you'll be sleeping on the living room floor."

I imagine my dad was much nicer when my mom was around, she left when I was six months old and my dad was never the same. Bitch.

"But-"

"No buts, go to your room." He said smirking. A familiar rage boiled up inside me, the same rage that makes me pound the guts out of some useless whore in school. I walked closer to my father and decked him in the eye. He moves me halfway around the United States into a scum bag apartment and expects me to sleep on the floor. I think not.

He shot up out of his seat making it tip over and went to grab my shoulders but I jumped away and ran out of the apartment and onto the streets of New York City.


Don't ask me how long I was walking around New York City for trying to find my apartment, all I can say was that it was now dark and I could see my breathe. I tried to retrace my steps but that just made me even more confused. It didn't help I didn't know my address. I sat on the curb of some deserted street, the only light that seemed to be on was the one coming from a bar called the Hunters Moon.

It looked unappetizing, and the smell of dogs was clearly present. I'm not saying I drank a lot, but when you live with my dad you usually can't get through the day with at least a shot. I sighed and stood up dusting myself off and walked across the street, thinking "Oh I'll only be five minutes." God that changed my life.