Hey guys!
Sorry for the extremely late update D: Life came crashing down on me, and, well, yeah. Didn't have much inspiration.
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Onwards and Out!
JPOV
When I flung open the door to my shabby apartment, I did not expect to see my sister awake and slightly coherent at the kitchen table. Arianne didn't look up as I came in, though I know she heard me. She sat in a dirty chair, running her finger along the rim of a shot glass. I slammed the door shut and locked it. Took off my coat.
Considering the fact the Arianne had yet to approach me, I figured that maybe she'd just let me go today. So without further ado, I casually attempted to walk pass the kitchen and to my room. It worked at first.
Abruptly, Arianne stood, the chair toppling over with a bang. I stopped dead in my tracks, heart constricting. Slowly, I turned to face her; held my head high and met her eyes levelly.
"Where—were—you?" She asked through gritted teeth.
"What do you care? You're too drunk to notice most of the time anyway," I growled.
Quicker than my eye could follow, Arianne appeared in front of me, wound up her fist, and plowed into me. Her knuckles cracked as they met me square across the face. My head snapped back just as she landed another blow to my stomach, crashing me into the wall. I slumped on the solid surface, clutching my stomach, letting blood trickle down my face.
I shut my eyes and tried to breathe normally. I needed to escape, free myself from this ridiculous place if just for tonight.
Without a second thought, I pushed myself off the wall and headed towards my room. Arianne's voice followed me all the way down.
"Where do you think you're going? I never dismissed you! Get back over here now, you bastard!"
Ignoring the hyena-like voice she possessed, I snatched up my book bag and rammed my computer, along with an extra couple pairs of T's, inside. Slinging it over my shoulder, I promptly left everything I knew for the time being.
Arianne attempted to grab me by the scruff of my shirt, but I shoved her away. There was no reason to let her push me around anymore. If she wanted to be a drunk and waste her life, then she can be my guest. But she was not bringing me down with her.
The apartment door slammed shut behind me, and I punched the button for the elevator. Entered it.
As the doors closed, I banged my head against the wall once and let the tears fall.
The cab let me out at an old, run-down studio not terribly far from where I lived. Tossing the driver a wad of bills, he drove off, leaving me in stark solitary. I stared up at the medium-sized red-brick building with the last strands of hope threading through my eyes.
Stepping up the two stairs to the seemingly boarded-up door was like coming home. I yanked the silver chain from my neck and stuck the key hanging from the end in the door. Swung it open and stepped inside. The door slammed shut in my wake.
For a moment, I was pooled in darkness. I stood there like that, motionless, thoughtless, until I brought myself to grope for the light-switch that I knew wasn't too far away. Sure enough, my hands found purchase, and I flicked on the fluorescent bulbs, lighting up a huge, empty, garage-looking room, its only occupant a sole grand piano in the center of the room.
My bag slipped from my shoulder, dropping like a dead weight to the floor. Without taking my eyes off the piano, I ambled over to it and took a seat. I sunk into the cushiony bench, my fingers immediately finding their place on the keys, my feet placed at the ready above the pedals.
I shut my eyes.
Then began to play.
My fingers spilled across the keys as if they were liquid emotion, never once slipping up or making a mistake. I moved with the music, relishing in the way the notes seemed to wrap around me and encase me in an invisible shield, protecting me from all my troubles. Music flooded up the room until I could no longer hear my thoughts, no longer feel solid. I felt free; light as a feather. There was nothing to compare to the way I felt when I sat down to play the piano.
Suddenly, amongst all of that freedom, there was something tethering me down, keeping me real. An image popped up in my head, nearly taking my breath away.
Clarissa Fray's fiery hair and bright green eyes appeared behind my lids. She was smiling, soft lips tilted up in the sweetest gesture I had ever seen. Her hand unfolded towards me, reaching, asking.
She didn't want me to leave.
Somewhere inside of me, I felt a part of me reach out towards her. Her smile became sweeter yet, her eyes softening ever-so-slightly. And then she was coming closer, still reaching out, still wearing that adorable smile that made my heart melt.
My fingers slipped on the sleek surface of the glossy keys, breaking my revere. My breath came out in pants; my palms were damp with sweat. Wiping my hands off on my jeans, I stood from my position at the piano and rushed across the room to my computer. Opened it up.
The instant my webpage loaded up, I keyed in the address for my blog. The page popped up immediately, a computerized greeting standing out at the top to help me feel welcome at my own blog. Annoyed with the cheery greeting, I roughly clicked the "New Entry" button harder than necessary.
Swiping some stray strands of hair out of my eyes, I started to type.
Anyone else surprised that I had, yet again, another suckish day?
Yes, before you even ask, I'm going to admit that my sister has roughed me up quite a bit again. I'm predicting a slight black eye and gigantic naval bruising for the forecast tomorrow morning. You cannot imagine the joy I am experiencing right now.
Now, toning down my severe case of sarcasm, I feel like I have to reach out to you guys and ask you some advice.
I'm sure you all are familiar with my reputation as the biggest player in school. And if you tuned in last post, you'd have learned that there is now a second player just like myself, only perhaps a tad bit worse. I'm still debating. In any case, these days I've been, well, seeing her. Not, like, dating or anything, but seeing her; in my dreams, when I close my eyes, in a crowd of people. I feel as though she's become some sort of drug to me. I have become obsessed with the idea of showing her I can be a better player than her, so we've been toying with each other lately. And the more time I spend with her, the more caught up I get in her eyes, her hair, her scent, her quirky come backs that really take her forever to come up with, though she'd never let anyone know.
I'm such a stalker.
Anyway, the advice. What should I do about this chick?
Cause, I'm going to be honest—I'm jacked up straight confused.
Oh, and sis, if you're reading this: I won't be coming home for a while, so good luck paying the bills.
~ShadowsAngel
This is short ): Not to mention not very good xD But like I said earlier, I'm running on lack of inspiration here. I'm planning to have both Clary and Jace's POV in the next chapter. We'll see what happens though.
Review? :)
~Shiver
