My Immortal Chapter 3, a mortal instruments fanfic

My Immortal

Chapter 3: Cutting Image

Thump, thump.

Rough claps sounded each time Clary's foot would reach the white tile floor. Lights flashed by her eyes and blended with the rest of her mostly white surroundings as she made her way down the corridor. She had to make it to his room. If she didn't, something bad would surely happen.

All around her people were yelling, but she could barely understand what they were saying. She couldn't really hear them over the loud beats of her heart.

Thump, thump.

A loud high-pitched yell burst through Clary's ears along with the constant drum of her pounding blood.

"Clary! Run faster!"

It was as if the words had poured through her ears at a slow steady pace. Everything seemed like that right now, slow and steady. Except for her heart. Clary wanted to yell back to Isabelle, but knew she couldn't. That would distract her and, therefore, take away the time she desperately needed. She basically had no time at all.

Thump, thump.

The corridor seemed to stretch on for miles. Clary felt as though each time she passed a door, another would somehow appear at the end of the hall. Aggravating as this was, she kept going. She had to, for him.

Then a flash of blonde hair, about fifteen to twenty feet in front of her, darted out of a wooden door and ran out in front of her.

Are we really going to play cat and mouse?

Clary inhaled a deep breath of air and shouted as loud as she could, "Jace!"

He stopped.

Thump, thump, thump.

Clary kept hurdling towards him, trying to catch distance before he would run again. He turned around, his eyes searching. They scurried the room, sweeping up all information as fast as possible, before he whirled around and began running again.

He had looked straight through her, like she didn't exist.

Thump, thump, thump.

The doors stopped adding up and Clary was gaining speed on the glass wall at the end of the corridor. But so was Jace. Thankfully, while he had been stopped, she gained a few good yards and was now at two arm lengths away.

The lights had flickered once or twice throughout her run, but now they were going on and off relentlessly. It was only a matter of time until they shut off completely. Clary knew that Jace would make it before they did, though. It was his master plan.

"Jace!"

This time when she called, he did not respond. He simply continued to run to the large floor-to-ceiling window, which was only seconds away.

Thump, thump, thump.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

She urged herself to run faster, faster, faster. His legs were longer and skipped a farther distance than she could. It just wasn't possible to catch up!

Miraculously, she latched onto the edge of his t-shirt. She felt relieved for one moment. One moment. She could stop him. She could save him. He could be happy. They could-

It was too late.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

A thousand crashes followed one after the other, screeching loudly and clinking on the tile floor. Shards of glass ripped through Clary's skin, staining red across the white tiles and walls. The searing pain of them came seconds later when Clary had realized that she was falling. She screamed and screamed all the way down the six story building. A flash of brown and occasional white and blue scraped along her vision as she passed each and every brick and window of the building.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

As Clary screamed, she didn't think of the pain or the fact that she was tumbling to her death. She yelled and cried because of Jace.

Because she had let go of his t-shirt.

Because she didn't know if he had gone down with her.

Thump, thump.

A drawn-out gasp filled the room and short loud breaths followed. Clary had sat up immediately after awakening. The dark room around her spun and she just could not breathe.

Jace, who had been napping with her, sat up as well and held her steady. A hand curled around her arm and another rubbed her back soothingly. They both shook intensely.

"Clary, calm down. You're going to hyperventilate," he said.

Her breath quickened.

"Clary, deep breaths. Deep brea-," he paused. Everything in the room was silent apart from Clary's now slowing breaths. She tried so hard to inhale deeply and exhale just the same. It was hard, but it helped. Jace's hand froze on her moist skin.

She heard his sudden intake of breath and froze. She couldn't even breathe anymore.

"Clary… Why are you bleeding?"

Oh no.

Jumping up, she ran to the bathroom, which, conveniently, was attached to his bedroom. She flipped on the light switch and gazed into the mirror over the sink.

Little cuts marked her body everywhere. Some bigger and bleeding more than others. A few would leave scars, but as far as Clary could tell, they weren't very deep at all.

It's as if…

"I've been cut with glass," she whispered. Thin, jagged pieces of glass that had only went deep enough to slice through the skin's surface.

Clary trailed a single, unharmed, finger up and down her arm, pausing over each cut. They stung.

"Okay, I got the first aid-kit," Jace entered the bathroom and took a long look at her. Blood, dried and new, had trailed up and down, mostly, her arms. There were a few cuts on her legs and one by her eyebrow, but her arms had taken most of the glass shards' hits.

"It's worse than I thought. Sit on the toilet seat."

She did as he commanded, folding her legs at first, then realizing, they too had sliced wounds.

"Ow."

Jace knelt in front of her. His shaggy, bedhead, curls fell into his face as he looked down at the kit on the floor. Coming up with anti-septic and a cloth, he looked at her and smiled slightly. A reassurance. His eyes told another story, though. They were gold, hard, and frightened. She couldn't say she blamed him.

"Want to tell me how this happened?" His thin lips moved only slightly and he had been looking down at the cut up hand held in his own, making it harder to hear him. She heard him, although she did not respond.

He sighed, "I guess not," and moved to her other hand.

"I just… don't know what happened," her quiet voice rang out. He kissed her hand.

After a few more minutes of stinging anti-septic and soft kisses to the larger cuts, he claimed that he was finished.

They fell back into bed together, holding each other as tightly and securely as possible.

"We are talking about this tomorrow," he said, lips brushing her forehead.

"I know," she whispered back.

They were entangled in each other's warmth the rest of their slumber, afraid that if they let go, the nightmares would come back.

No more dreams flashed behind Clary's eyes for the remainder of the night.

Guys, I finished CoHF! AHHHH! I can't believe it's the end.

I'm totally willing to fan girl about it through PM so don't be afraid to shoot me a message! I have like no other friends that have read it yet so I haven't been able to!

To Cassie Clare: Cool story bro, I'll read it again.

Sooooo next chapter we will actually delve more into the story which will allowing for some waters to be cleared (and a few to be dirtied). Like that metaphor, there? I know. The best. Totally kidding.

Can't wait for The Fault in Our Stars to come out! For all my TFiOS fans, can I get a "Woot woot"!?

Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! And for reading at all! I appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments Series or any of its characters (Cassandra Clare) or the song My Immortal (Evanescence). They both rightfully belong to their owners. However, I do own my ideas and this story. Do me the honor and do NOT copy, translate, edit, or use my words in ANY way. That, ladies and gentlemen, is called plagiarism. Did you know plagiarism is illegal? Yeah it is. So don't do it. Not only is it illegal, but it is extremely rude and uncreative.

Keep on rocking,

Autumn