This chapter is really short I had a busy week.

Simon POV

It's only been a few days since Clary went missing, but it feels like forever. When she didn't call the morning after we went to pandemonium I knew something was up.

I had called her maybe a million times after that. But every time I called it would go straight to voicemail. I thought at first that she probably had a hangover and was sleeping in and that's why she wouldn't answer. But after there was no phone call on day two I knew something was up.

So I went to her apartment, I had knocked and no one had answered. So I had used my spare key and went in. She wasn't there, I had automatically started panicking. So I then ransacked through her hamper, drawers, and closest. I was trying to find the clothes she had worn to pandemonium. I didn't even find the heels she had on.

So this meant she didn't come home after she left the club. Now I was really freaking out. Okay what if she went home with someone I tried to reason. But Clary wasn't one for one night stand hook ups.

After I left her apartment I started driving around and going to all her favorite places. I checked Java Jones, Central Park, I even went to the hospital. Maybe she had been in an accident, got brought in and cast as a John Doe. But no such luck, not that it would of been lucky for her to be in the hospital.

I even started going to random place like the laundry mat to see if I could find her. I couldn't sleep that night and was completely restless. The next morning I got up early and went to Pandemonium. I asked all the staff if had seen if she left with someone. Most of them replied with "there's about a thousand people who come and go here every weekend, there aren't many red heads, but there's definitely a lot more than just one".

But one of the bartenders thought he might of remembered her and that he thought she left alone, but he wasn't sure if it was her.

I couldn't take it anymore, I went to the police station. I told them that she was missing. They told me that she was an adult and was aloud to leave and go as she pleased. They said that she probably just took a mini vacation and forgot to call. Vacation my ass, all her clothes were still in her apartment. But the real reason they dismissed my claim was because of her record.

When she was teen she got caught tagging buildings with spray paint a few times. Also she had ran away from home a few times. But that was because of her father, but the cops always found her and brought her back. They had then labeled as a spoiled attention seeking kid and dismissed her claims of abuse.

And that's why they didn't want to look for her now. They told me to come back in a week or two if she didn't return or call me back.

I know Clary, she wouldn't just ditch town randomly. And even if she did, how could she without any money. She was currently what one would call a starving artist.

I got home and leaned my head against the wall. Something was terribly wrong, and I was the only one trying to figure out what.

"Where are you Clary" I said aloud.

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