THE TRUTH
I woke up the next morning and froze when I saw pictures of the symbol at the club all over the walls of my bedroom and I was scared, this was not normal. I quickly got ready and left my room so I wouldn't have to look at all those pictures. I made my way to Clary's room to tell her what had happened because I knew I could trust her, but as I was about to knock on her door she came barrelling out and slammed into me, but I wasn't paying attention to that I was looking at the images that adorned her bedroom, the same symbol I had drawn. And with one look she knew I had done the same thing as her, we were in this together, whatever it was. We both got ready to leave when our mother appeared. "You were both out late last night," she said. "Mum we're here now," Clary said. "Where are you going?" our mother said. "We were just going to Java Jones with Simon, mum," Clary said. "No wait, I have a new painting I want to show you," our mother said. "For your one buyer, he probably only buys your paintings because he likes you, you're just stringing him along like you do with Luke," Clary said. "You want to go there, what about Simon?" our mother asked. "He's my best friend, he's like a brother to me," Clary said. "I doubt he feels that way," our mother said. I couldn't help but nod in agreement, it was completely true, yet Clary was oblivious to it. Clary just scoffed and turned to open the door but our mother moved to shut it, stopping her from leaving. But then the door opened causing us all to jump. "Jesus," our mother said. "No just me," Simon said. I rolled my eyes, he really was an idiot. Clary made her way out of the door and I followed closely behind her. "Wait I have something to tell you," our mother said. "You can tell us later mum, we're going out," Clary said. She headed down the stairs with Simon close behind her. I leaned in and kissed my mother on the forehead. "I'm sorry mum," I murmured, before I left. I felt terrible leaving like that but I couldn't stay in the apartment I needed to get out.
At Java Jones Clary was busy showing Simon the pictures she had drawn when I saw the guy form the other night outside the window. It wasn't long before Clary noticed him to, I could see she was terrified and I was scared as well, but I knew there was more to this. Apparently Clary had enough because she left out the back and the guy followed her so I went after them to make sure Clary was alright. "Why can we see you and no one else can?" Clary asked. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you. You're a killer, a cold blooded killer." "As opposed to a peace loving killer," he said. She grabbed the guy's arm and pulled out the piece of paper with the image that we'd been drawing on it. "Why are we drawing this?" Clary asked. He snatched the paper out of her hand and looked at it. "So I was right. You're not mundanes," he said. "What's a mundane?" Clary asked him. "Someone from the human world," he said. Interesting, I always thought something was different about Clary and I and now maybe I had the answer to the question that had been bothering for a while. "If we're not human, what are we?" she asked. Clary's phone rang but she ignored it. He held the drawing in her face. "When did this start?" he asked. "A couple of days ago," I said. He looked at me and nodded his head. "No, no. Why am I drawing this!? Answer me!" Clary yelled. I inwardly cringed because two men who were getting into a car were looking at her as if she was insane. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket but I didn't answer. Then Clary's phone started ringing again. "Maybe you should answer that. It could be your boyfriend," he said. "He wishes," I muttered. The guy seemed to find it amusing, although I was shocked he could hear me, maybe there is truth to what he's been saying; anything's possible. "He's not my boyfriend," Clary said. "Does he know that?" he said. Her phone was still ringing and it was starting to get annoying, in fact I was thinking about answering the phone for her. "Please it's annoying," he said. Clary thankfully answered her phone. "Mum, we're coming home," Clary said. But then she paused, clearly mum was saying something to her. "Mum! Mum!" she yelled. Then she took off running in the direction of our house. I quickly ran after her and I could sense the guy was running after us.