A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait, I've been pretty busy with school, but I'm back! :) Thanks for the reviews, they mean everything to me! if I'm making you wait too long, then write a review, or PM me. Just tell me to get off my lazy ass and update! Here is chapter 7...
Chapter 7
Clary POV
We got to the hospital, and my hand hurt more than ever. All my adrenaline ran out a while ago, so I can feel all the pain from my broken hand. We walked into the hospital, and Jon went to sign in at the front desk. I walked over to one of the chairs in the waiting room. Only a couple seconds went by before two people sat next to me, one on either side. I looked to my right to see Jace, and I looked to my left, and was surprised, to say the least, that it was Sebastian. I did not want to deal with this. I just put my head in my hands, my elbows on my knees. But, as soon as my head touched my hand, I let out a whimper of pain.
"Are you okay?" I heard Jace say.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, now leaning back and looking up at the ceiling.
We were sitting there for a few moments, before I felt Sebastian nudge my side with his elbow. I turned my head to look at him.
"What you did to Kaelie, that was pretty hot," he said with a grin. I opened my mouth to reply with a sarcastic remark, but was cut off by someone else.
"Clary!" I heard. I turned away from Sebastian, to Jon, who was beckoning me over. I got up and walked over to him. "They're going to take a look at your hand," he said. That was when I noticed the nurse behind him.
"Follow me," she said. By the way she said it, I just couldn't help but think, well, she hates her job. Jon and I followed her to an all white room, and I really wish I had my paints to add some color to this hell hole. I hate hospitals. Shit always happens when you're in hospitals. And I hate them for it. That, and because it's full of dying sick people.
The nurse leads me over to a white bed and told me to sit down. She took out some tools, or torture devices—as I like to call them—and started looking at my hand. After a few minutes of poking around, some Can you move this? Can you move that? On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain? She confirmed that it was broken, and left to get the materials for the cast. She said it wasn't that bad of a break, so I would only have to wear the cast for about three to four weeks. At least it was my left hand and not my right. Now I can still draw and write. I would've hit her with my right hand, but that's the hand I was holding my bag with.
"Mom and dad are not going to be happy about this," I hear Jon say from the seat next to me.
"Did you call them?" I asked.
"Yeah." he looked at my Why the hell would you do that? Face, and started explaining. "They can't release you without parents' permission, and they kinda have to pay the bill."
"Okay," I said.
A couple minutes later the nurse walked back into the room. "Your parents are in the waiting room. You're free to go," she said, sounding bored. I got up off the bed, and walked out of the room, Jon trailing behind me. A few moments later we walked into the waiting room. My parents stood from their chairs, and walked over to us. My mom looked concerned, while my dad looked extremely pissed off. Once they got to us, my mom wrapped me in a big hug.
"What the hell happened?!" my dad yelled, causing a few heads to turn our way.
"Valentine, calm down. I'm sure there is a good explanation for this," said my mom, putting her hand on my father's arm. He shook it off. And This is why my mom is my favorite. Oops, did I think that out loud?
"This girl at school called me a slut, and then tried to punch me," I said.
"Oh honey, are you okay?" my mom asked.
"Yeah, she didn't lay a hand on me, but I punched her in the face," I said, sounding casual.
"My dad still looked pissed, but my mom was smiling.
"That's my girl," she said, bring me in for a hug. I started laughing and she soon followed, along with Jon. I looked over a my dad and saw that he was staring at me angrily. He caught my gaze for a few seconds before he turned on his heel and stalked out of the hospital.
"What crawled up his ass and died?" I asked.
My mom chuckled at my use of words, and then frowned. "I'm not sure. He's been like that since this morning," she said.
"Maybe he's just having a rough day at work," Jon said. We all shrugged and left. We got the car and my dad was no where to be found. As if on cue, my mom got a message. She took out her phone and read the text. "Your father had to go into work. One of his co-workers picked him up," she said. I looked around the hospital and saw some wooded area. All I could see were trees. I had the weird feeling that someone was watching me but I shrugged it off and got into the car, after Jon and my mom. Soon after, we were headed home.
.o.O.o.O.o.
We got home about twenty minutes ago, and I had just finished eating dinner. I faintly heard Jon talking to my mom, something about a few friends coming over. I was too stressed to think about what they were saying. Until something my mom said got my attention.
"I'm going to have to run to the gallery for a few hours, in a couple minutes. I have a client that wants to buy one of my paintings, so I have to go sort that out. I'll only be gone for a couple hours," she said. She looked at us for our approval, and I just nodded my head. "Alright, well I should get going. I love you both, and I'll be back soon." With that she got up and left.
A few seconds later, Jon started to speak. "Are you okay Clare?"
"Yeah, just a little stressed," I said. I looked up to give him a reassuring smile, but it turned out to be more of a grimace.
"Are you sure it's okay if the guys come over tonight? I can tell them to stay home," he said, sounding worried.
"No, seriously, I'm fine. You have your fun," I said, giving him a real smile. I stood up and walked towards the kitchen door. "I'm gonna go do some homework," I said, walking out of the kitchen, to my room.
It's been about a half an hour, and my homework is finally done. I heard the guys show up about ten minutes ago. I was going to start drawing, but I kept hearing the guys shout. Video games, I thought. My phone went off. I walked over to my nightstand and picked up my phone. It was a text from Simon.
Simon: Hey Fray, What are you doing right now?
Clary: Nothing much, Why?
Simon: Want to meet me at Java Jones?
Clary: Sure. Be there in ten.
I walked over to my bag and grabbed my sketch book and all my other necessities. I walked out of my room and shut the door, then headed downstairs. What I was met with wasn't very surprising. On the big couch sat Jon, Sebastian, and Jace. On the smaller couch sat Alec, and another kid I wasn't familiar with. He had brown hair and brown eyes, from what I could tell. Jon, and Sebastian both had controllers in their hands and looked pretty into, what looked like Black Opps 2. Jon paused it when he saw me walking towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Out," I said.
He gave me a really? Look and specified his question.
"No shit, Sherlock. Where are you going?"
"To Java Jones. I'm meeting Simon," I said.
"Okay, just don't be out too late. It's getting dark," he said.
I opened the front door and turned back to him. "Sure thing, mom." And with that I left without another word. I listened for a moment before leaving. I could hear all the guys chuckling.
I started walking down the street, when I felt like I was being watched again, just like earlier. I turned around, but saw that no one was behind me. It was already pretty dark outside, and the streets were empty. I shrugged and kept moving. I arrived at the mini cafe. I walked into Java Jones, and heard the bell above the door jingle. I looked around and saw Simon sitting at a booth in the corner. I walked over to him. He noticed me when I sat down and smiled at me.
"Hey, Fray," he said. I only ever let him call me that, it's just our thing.
"Hi, what's going on with you?" I asked.
"Nothing much," he said. "You?"
"My dad had to go to work earlier, after he completely flipped out, and he hasn't come home yet. Plus, Jon and his idiot friends are always at my house. I can never get a break. I feel like they go into my room when I'm not there, and go through my underwear drawer," I said and he started laughing, me joining him.
"Yeah, they probably keep them too. Then, they'll tell you that you have to meet them in a secret, dark place in order to get them back. Then, they will kidnap you," he said in a serious tone, before he started cracking up. I started laughing with him.
"Is that what you do Si? Do you have any mysterious women chained up in your basement?" I asked him, still laughing.
"What," he scoffed. "I would never," he said in a fake voice. He smiled after and I knew he was joking.
We sat in silence for a minute, both of us stuck in our own heads. I was trying to decide whether or not I should tell him about my paranoia of someone watching me, but decided against it. He would never let me have a second to myself ever again. But I love him for it. We stayed there talking for about a half hour, before we decided to call it a night. We both got up, hugged goodbye, and went our separate ways. I stepped outside and saw that it was basically pitch black out. I shrugged and started walking.
I was about halfway to m house, when I got the feeling again. Someone was watching me. I was about to tell myself it was nothing, when I heard footsteps. And they weren't mine. The only light I had was from the streetlights every ten to fifteen feet. I looked down at my feet to make sure my shoe laces were tied, and I saw two shadows. I quickly glanced behind me and saw a person in a black hoodie, quickly catching up to me. I turned back around so fast, I almost got whiplash, and started running towards my house. The footsteps kept up with me. I ran as fast as I could, I could see the front of my house now. I was in the front yard, I couldn't see anyone behind me anymore, but I didn't slow my pace. I shoved the front door open, and whipped around to close it as soon as I was in. It slammed pretty loud, but I didn't care. I locked all three locks on the door, then rested my head against it, trying to slow my breathing. I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder, and I practically jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to see who it was.
"Jesus, Clare. It's just me," Jon said. "Are you okay?" he asked, obviously concerned. I looked over to the living room and saw all the guys looking at me. Curiosity and concern written all over their faces.
I looked back to Jon. I didn't want him to worry, so I lied. I'm a horrible liar, so I hope he doesn't see right through me. "Everything's fine, why?" I asked.
"Maybe because you looked like you ran a mile, and you locked all three locks on the door. And you practically jumped out of your skin when I put my hand on your shoulder," he said in a duh! voice.
"Well, I decided to get some exercise on my home," I said.
"What about the locks," he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well... you can never be too careful," I said. I knew he was going to question me about the jumpiness, so I said a quick "I'll be in my room," and ran up the stairs. I ran into my room and slammed the door. A little too hard. The force knocked some of my pictures off my walls. Only one got cracked, and I picked it up and set it on my dresser. I grabbed my headphones out of my messenger bag, my MP3 player and my sketch book and sat on my bed. I put in my headphones and turned on my MP3 player. I decided to listen to "Fixed At Zero" by VersaEmerge. Then I decided to draw. I wasn't sure what I was drawing at first, but then I realized what it was. It was a picture of the shadowy figure, chasing me down the street. The person that was following me was all black, but I drew my red hair, my outfit, even my pale complexion. I was still listening to music, so I didn't here it when my door opened. Jon, tapped me on the shoulder and once again, I jumped. I ripped my earbuds out of my ears, and looked at him. He was looking down at my drawing. I immediately snapped it closed.
"Can I help you?" I said, irritation clear in my voice.
He finally looked at me. "We ordered a pizza. It's downstairs," he said, then walked out of my room. I waited a couple minutes before going down to the kitchen. I was outside the kitchen door, when I heard hushed whispers. I couldn't make out what they were saying, so I walked into the kitchen. All the conversation halted as soon as I opened the door. I looked around and saw everyone looking t me. I raised both of my eyebrows—seeing as I can't lift one—and everyone went back to talking with each other. I walked over to the pizza box and put a slice of pizza on a paper plate. Someone came up next to me. I turned and saw Jace. I tried to push down the little excitement that went through me.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked.
"Are you okay?" I knew that was coming.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, sounding dumb even to my own ears.
"No reason," he said. There is no doubt in my mind that he saw right through my lie, but either way, he didn't question me further, which I was thankful for.
"Are you spending the night again?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Uh, no not tonight," he said, obviously surprised by my question.
"Oh." By this time, I was done with my pizza. "Well I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow," I said. I walked over to Jon and said goodnight. He said goodnight back and I went up to my room. After grabbing my pajamas, which were a pair of red silk shorts, and a matching tank top. I went to the bathroom and got changed, then brushed my teeth. I went back into my room and lay down, then turned off the light. Now that I was all by myself and I had nothing to distract me, all I could think was, this is going to be a long night...
.o.O.o.O.o.
What the Hell? That was all I could think for the past three hours. I can't sleep, and I've been awake for three hours, and it is currently 2:11 AM. All I can think about is that stranger running after me in the streets. After I accept the fact that I'm not sleeping anytime soon, I get up and turn on my light. It ends up blinding me, so I quickly turn it off again. I open my curtains to let the moonlight in, and am happy when it lights up my room without blinding me. I look over to Jace's window and see his curtains are closed. I decide to sit in my window, so I open it and sit in the window, letting my feet dangle. I look up at the moon and the stars, searching for all the constellations. I don't even notice when Jace's window opens.
"Long night?" he asked quietly, as if not to disturb the peace. For what felt like the millionth time today, I jumped. "Sorry. Why are you so jumpy today?" I just shrugged. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, indicating to his window. I nod my head "no," and he sits in his window, exactly like I am.
"Look, don't get mad, but Jon told me what he saw you drawing earlier," my eyes widen in shock, I had not expected him to say that. "Is that what happened today? Did someone chase you?" he asked. For some reason, I couldn't lie to him, so I nodded yes. "What happened?"
"I was walking to Java Jones, when I felt like someone was watching me, so I looked around, but I didn't see anyone. So I continued on my way to meet Simon. Then, on my way home, I got that feeling again, but I just told myself that it was nothing, just paranoia. But then I heard footsteps, coming from behind me, probably like a couple feet back. I also saw another shadow on the ground, next to mine. So I looked back and saw someone in a black hoodie, following me. So, I did what any other sane person would do, I turned and ran. That's why I was so out of breath when I got home, and why I locked the door. That's why I'm so jumpy too. I'm just paranoid," I said.
"Why didn't you tell Jon?" he asked.
"I didn't want him to worry. I figured it was just some jerk messing with me."
"You need to tell him," he said.
"I know. I promise I will tomorrow," I said. He seemed to visibly relax a little bit. After that we talked for about a half hour, then we both went back into our rooms. I kept my curtains open, not wanting it to be pitch black in here. Thankfully, it didn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep.
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