have any of you read the selection by keira cass? Cause I want to know what you guys think of it. I mean I like it but it's a bit girly for my taste. P.S. if you a have heard of it and you want to read it or you just now heard of it and are interested please read it. It's not very popular but it's really good. And if it helps the protagonist is a red head like someone else we all know. *nudge* If you have read it though... Maxon or Aspen? I'm curious. I bet you can guess who I like... Maxon.

disclaimer: the glorious Cassie Clare owns TMI

Clary pov

"What's Amnesia?" Clary asked curiously.

"It's loss of memory or not being able to crate new memorys." The docter said matter of factly.

She started to feel upset. It made sense to her. She didn't remember anything about her past or anyone. But she didn't want to believe it. To lose a memory was like losing everything you owned. Bits and bits of your past being taken away from you. Your fifth birthday, the first time you rode a bike with no training wheels with out falling, your first time getting straight A's, your first crush, finally getting your diploma all taken away fom you all because of some dumb condition. She couldn't- she wouldn't- believe them.

Clary's face formed into an unreadable look. "I haven't lost any memory." She said anger rising in her voice

"Clary-" Jace started.

"I haven't lost any of my memory! I don't know you or you or Simon or who ever the hell else is with you two! I know two things. I have woken up to be greeted by some pedophile," She said pointing. Jace was taken aback. "And that I remember nothing right now and I'd really like some help with whatever this thing is!

"That thing is amnesia! Now would you please stop yelling so we can help you!" Jace yelled getting flustered.

Tears filled her eyes. "I don't have Amnesia!" She yelled. She stamped her foot and tears flowed heavier down her face as she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Jace point of view

he turned to docter starkweather. (I don't know if I put that in the previous chapter's but the docter is hodge.)

"What's up with her?" he asked.

The docter sighed. "It's typical for this to happen. She just needs time to calm down."

Jace heard the sorrowful weeping from the bathroom. It hurt him to hear his girlfriend- whatever she was- crying like that. He wanted to cradle her delicate form in his strong arms. He wanted to pull her to his lean lean chest and whisper consuling whispers; telling her that she would be alright, that he was here, that he would never let go of her fragile form, that he would always lend her a shoulder to cry on or a warm bed to rest and forget about her worries on, that she was safe and that she could confide anything to him. He wanted to kiss her tears and sorrow away. Because knowing she was behind that bathroom door sobbing her eyes out; feeling helpless and miserable made him feel like he was being stabbed a million times in the gut. But he knew if he went to do all those many things he so desperstely wanted to do for her she would yell at him and push him away further and further away from her than he already was.

But that didn't stop him from attempting.

"I'll be right back." He said to the docter and ran over to the bathroom and swiftly opened the door and walked in to the room of sorrow and pain.

clary point of view

She watched through blurry eyes as Jace opened the door and looked at her intently. A look of pain flashed across his face and he closed the door and turned the lock.

She started to cry more once again; making sounds that made her sound like a dying animal.

"Shhh..." Jace cooed he strolled over to her and crouched in front of her. He got comfortable; she knew he wasn't going to leave her alone. "Calm down. I know it's hard to process this all, but I'm here." He said; he looked like he was in a dream like state. His deft fingers stroked her flaming red hair out of her face.

Why was he being so kind to her? She had only been rude to him. She guessed she missed judged him.

She looked up into his golden orbs. She knew deep down she knew him. She just just couldn't recall exactly who he was. She cried a bit more at the many emotions running through her. Sorrow, pain, guilt, clueless, miserable, thoughtful, and a weird feeling she couldn't name.

"Clary..." He pulled her tightly against him. Chest to chest; her straddling his hips.

She looked up at him. He wiped the trailing tears off her face.

She rested her head against his stone hard chest and twined her arms around his neck.

She inhaled the warm scent of him. He smelled of soap and sunshine. It was an odd combination, but it fit him perfectly. The scent was great in many wasys. Flawed in many ways, but those flaws are what made him perfect.

She quietly sniffled as he murmured sweet things in her ear.

The thought brought a memory.

'Jocelyn Fray,' The grave read. 'loving mother and wife.'

She had died from a car accident. She could easily remember the moment the hospital called her and told her about tragic news.

'Miss. Fray your mother has been in a car accident.'" The man said into the phone.

She immediantly dropped the phone grabbed her coat and ran to the hospital.'

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Jace grabbed her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Clary."

She couldn't help it any longer.

She started balling her eyes out. Jace pulled her into a tight hug. She balled her fists in his shirt and he whispered reassuring comments in her ear.

End of memory

Clary gasped.

Jace pulled back, but didn't release his grip on her.

"What's wrong?" Jace asked concern written all over his face.

"Did I really forget my memorys?" She asked instead of telling him about her memory.

He sighed. "Yes."

"Can you promise me something?"

"Of course." He sounded hopeful.

She smiled. "Will you help me get my memory back?"

He smiled with her. "I promise I will do anything to help you get your memorys back."

Okay finally done...