Hey, this is Alec's chapter, and it's quite depressing. Sad sad sad sad!

Disclaimer: City of Bones isn't mine, and neither is anything you'll recognize.

Chapter Three

My name is Alec Lightwood. I have a sister and a brother, and an adoptive brother, who is hardheaded and couldn't pick up a sign if it punched him in the face. I have a bow as a weapon of choice, and I like my life at the Institute.

Isabelle had just left, and I didn't know if she was mad at me, and didn't care at the moment. Jace was getting to leave, and told me to text him when I was finished with my bow. "Later!" He called, as he took off out the Institute doors. Bye, huh, quiet here. I thought. But I had to fix my bow before I could hang out. I really missed it, it was my weapon of choice, and I needed it. I heard a meow behind me, and turned to find Crookshanks sitting on my chair. "Isabelle isn't here right now Crookshanks, but I would enjoy your company," I said, petting him behind the ear. He followed me to the elevator, up to my room on the seventeenth floor, and into it to grab my bow. It was lying on my desk, all broken. The string and right wing had broken after a demon had tackled me. I grabbed it, and took the elevator up to the weapons room, where there were supplies to fix broken weapons, this would be difficult, though.

"Glue, tape, string, wood filling, screwdriver, got it Crookshanks?" I recited. After a few seconds, Crookshanks took off, looking for the items I told him to find. Crookshanks was a Ketzueal cat, cats that hailed from Egypt and had the intelligence of a Shadowhunter. He was an important asset in our war against demons. I laid my bow on the table, and waited for Crookshanks to return. My thoughts, as usual, went to Jace. I was head over heels in love with Jace, and I had been, ever since he moved in with my family when his father was brutally murdered in front of him.

Isabelle had figured it out ever since I met Jace, like she had some type of gaydar. She had bravely confronted me about it. Being gay was not accepted in the Shadowhunter life. Isabelle was the only soul in the world who knew. I remembered it very well; as it was the worst yet most relieving moment of my life.

Isabelle had been giving me weird looks all week, and that scared me. I was afraid someone was going to discover my love for Jace. Just then, there was a knock on my door, and I was greeted by Isabelle flouncing herself in. "Hi Alec, there's something I need to talk to you about," She said, and my stomach coiled. She hopped on my bed, and patted the spot in front of her. I jumped to it, and she took my hands in hers. "Now Alec, I just want you to know, I will always love you, you'll always be my best friend, no matter what you do. You know that, right?" She asked, and my heart dropped to my knee.

That's how it always went, didn't it? The "I'll always love you" speech. Shit. "Yeah, I know that. Did I break something of yours, Isabelle?" I asked, hoping for a smile. She did, "Ignoring that. Now, the question. Okay, this is… difficult. Ok, here it goes. Are you…umm… do men turn you…do you like… if you were stuck on an island, and you had to… God this is hard." She said. Okay, she knows, fuck! I thought. "Izzy, it's harder for me than it is for you, so just ask!" I said, praying this would be over soon.

"Okay, are you gay?" She blurted out, her deep black hair bouncing with the vigorousness of the situation, and her deeper blue eyes containing pleading, looking for the answer. "Yeah, yeah… my God, yeah I am. I'm sorry," I said, a tear escaped my eye, and I was prepared to run, to be hated by Isabelle, but it was Isabelle, so her reaction stunned me. She threw her arms around me, I began to sob, and, and fell into her lap, and we laid down, hugging, and me crying.

"Alec, I am so proud of you! I love you so much, never, ever forget it! It's okay, it's okay." She said, stroking my black hair, as I sobbed and sobbed into her shoulder. "B-but, th-there's s-s-something wr-wrong w-w-with m-me!" I said, choking on my sobs, and ruining her silk nightgown. "Alexander Robert Lightwood, there is not one thing wrong with you, not one thing! Why would you think that?" I was still bawling, I hated this, yet felt as if four million pounds had been lifted from my shoulders. "B-be-because, I'm-I-I'm not n-normal!" I sobbed. "So what? You like boys, big deal. Everyone loves you just the same." She said. "S-so, you d-don't ha-hate m-me?"

"Alec, I couldn't hate you even if you begged me too. I would just kick you," I laughed, and then cried even harder than before. "W-why? Sh-shadowhunters c-can't b-be g-g-g-" I couldn't even say the g word. "Sweetie, whoever tells you what you can and can't do will get a swift kick in the ass from me. Anyone that loves you won't care if you're gay or not." She was so laid back with this. How? "E-even m-mom an-and d-dad?" I asked, still crying my eyes out of my head.

"Mom and dad won't care. They love you so much; they don't care what you are, and the same with me. I love you so much, gay or not, nothing, nothing could change that." I couldn't do anything but cry, cry, and cry. Isabelle didn't mind, she just cradled me, and stroked my hair, and kissed the top of my head repeatedly. After a while, I was able to regain a little control, and I didn't know what to do. Well, first, Isabelle put us into a more comfortable position; me lying in her lap, hugging her.

"Any plans on the future, like coming out to mom and dad?" Isabelle asked. "No!" I practically shouted, and began to loose control and cry again. "N-no, I-I c-can't!" "Hey, hey, I understand, it's okay, I understand, you're not ready. Until you are, I'm all ears, do you wanna talk?" She asked soothingly. "Sure. I mean, like w-what can I do? What will our f-family do when they find out I-I'm not n-normal, I-I'm w-weaker than other b-boys?" I asked worriedly.

"You're stronger than any other boy I know, no other boy I know could come out, an I'm so proud of you, and mom and dad will be too, when you're ready. And for right now, you can keep being the wonderful boy you are, and know that everyone of us will always love you." She said, making me feel so much better. "What about p-people, w-who d-don't accept m-me?" Getting all these worries off my chest. "Fuck them. Honestly, if they can't something as little as this, then fuck them." Isabelle said, and I felt ten thousand times better. "Come-on, let's get you to bed," she said, and, scooting out from under me, pulling the covers over me, and kissing me. "I love you, we'll talk more in the morning." She said and turned to leave. "I love you too. And Isabelle?" I asked. She knew what I was going to say.

"I won't tell anyone, not even the dust mites, not until you want me to." I grinned at that. "It's Jace, isn't it?" She asked, a loving look in her eyes. "H-how do you-?" "Because, I'm your sister, and I'm smart," she said. "T-then, do mom and dad know?" I asked worriedly. "No, because even though they love you, they're just not as smart as me. You must've missed the memo." She said, winked, and turned out the light, leaving me alone in the dark, half dead, yet feeling better than I ever had in my life.

It was a memorable event, and Isabelle had kept her promise, no one else knew. I loved her so much. "Meow!" Crookshanks wailed, the items I had sent him to get in his mouth. "Thanks," I said, retrieving them, and set to work. It took me most of the day, and just decided to stay at the Institute, too tired to do anything else. I still wondered what Jace was doing though. I mean, it had been six years since I've known him, and he's never had one serious girlfriend, only a couple spontaneous one-night-stands here and there, making me want to peel the skin off the fake nosed bitch that occupied that space in bed- Ugh, my thoughts are unhealthy, I thought. Off to bed.

Sad! Very, very sad! Anyway, who wants to review?