Restless Minds
by SadGhost
Chapter 2
A/N: SORRY, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY UNTIL A FEW DAYS AGO.
Clary's POV
Get up, it's not like you were going to fall asleep. Sliding my feet off the side of the bed, I stand and head over to the door, pausing. He's out doing whatever he does all-day and I won't be long. Convinced that I was indeed alone in the apartment, I step into the hallway.
My bare feet pad softly on the cool tiled floors. It's a short walk to the small kitchen and an even shorter one to the fridge. I open it to see that Sebastian has gone grocery shopping. What the hell? There's enough food in here to feed a small army. I pull out a package of bacon. Why do we need so much food? I don't think Sebastian even eats and I certainly don't eat that much. Frowning, I stare down at the package of bacon I grabbed, deciding that that's not what I wanted. Instead, I reach for a package of sliced fruit. I stand there for a few more minutes, grabbing various items to make an omelet. I guess I do eat a lot..kinda. Turning around, I drop them all on the counter and then go searching for the cookware. I go searching the cupboards and finally, my fingers grasp the edges of a skillet, pulling it out. I turn around and have a mini-heart attack-Sebastian is leaning against the doorway.
Sebastian's POV
"Jesus-can you make a sound or something?!" She exclaims angrily. I stare at her for a few seconds, taking in the disheveled hair, the torn sleep shirt and the annoyed expression on her face. Beautiful. She starts cracking eggs, pouring them into the bowl she set out. Minutes pass and it becomes clear that she's got nothing to say. "So, we're gonna play this game? Seems quite childish." I walk towards the counter and grab a slice of mango from the container. Popping into my mouth, I hum. It's been a while since I ate something this sweet. I note how Clary watches me out the corner of her eye but still doesn't say anything.
I don't know how long we stand there, not speaking. Minutes stretched into hours and the hours into eternity. Finally, she sighs deeply and I see some of the tension leave her shoulders.
"It must be hard," she starts. "Being two people and all." What? I must've looked confused because she goes on to explain. "Sebastian and Jonathan Morgenstern. The boy you are and the one you want to be," She states simply. I scoff.
"I am and will continue to be one person, little sister. It'd do you do you some good to remember that," I say calmly.
"I know exactly who you are and what you're capable of," she fixes me with a hard stare. "Jonathan." I raise my eyebrows, as if asking her where this is going. "I don't know what you think about yourself but all I know is that you're family, whether I like it or not. I also know all this killing and hatred and-" she stops for a second, gathering her thoughts, "and, racism, for lack of a better word, isn't my brother. Whatever Valentine did to you as a child-" I feel my skin tighten and my body tense.
"Valentine raised me to be a soldier. A Shadowhunter."
"Valentine raised you to be a killer! Soldiers kill those who've done something wrong, and killers kill innocent, unarmed people."
" 'Innocent?' You think these people are innocent?!" I slam my hands down on the counter, making her jump. "These innocents," I spit out, "are the same men and women that ostracized my father for taking a stand."
"They ostracized him for being wrong! You think all his talk of "cleansing the bloodlines" was out of the kindness of his heart? That man was a fucking psychopath and he killed to serve his own twisted purposes. And somehow, that sick bastard did the same to you." She points the knife she had been cutting mushrooms with at me, at my chest. "You just stand there and defend him like he's some kind of God." She scoffs and throws the mushrooms into the skillet.
"Ever since I learned that I had a brother, all I wanted to do was meet you. And then the truth set in when I realized that I would never have that chance, not with the way things have been going. I would never get to grow up with you, see you happy. Just as you will never see me or my mother ever be happy." A single tear falls down her cheek and I resist the urge to reach over and cup her face in my hands. "I don't know or care what Valentine told you about our mother, Jocelyn, but whatever it was, it's not true. You don't have to hate her." She looks up at me with pleading eyes. If only I believed that.
"She never came back," I say simply. "She left me." My jaw twitched as I felt the familiar pang of sadness trying to find a grip in my consciousness but, I push it back, finding solace in my anger. "She left me at his will, defenseless."
"No. She thought you and Valentine both died in the fire that burned down the Manor. She didn't leave you, Jona-" Suddenly, the knife she's holding clamors to the floor as I grab her by the front of her nightshirt and push her up against the wall.