Sebastian's POV

I say nothing as we speed down countless roads and traffic lights, I'm afraid that I can't say anything. If Clary isn't there, if she isn't… alright, that'll be the end for me. It's a decision I've been mulling over for the last day, can I live without her? For too long she was the reason that I lived, or at least, tried to live correctly.

There's a tense silence in the car, especially when we drive onto the street, only broken when Jace asks Jonathon, who's driving, which street number it is. Jonathon just presses on the accelerator as an answer.

"Stop the car!" Isabelle Lightwood says suddenly, and the car lurches uneasily at the speed Jonathon brakes.

That's when I see her.

Like a mirage, she staggers painfully out of a door to the centre of the road, covered in blood, and I watch as if in slow-motion as she drops to the ground, her entire body wracked in sobs. I've never seen her look so vulnerable, but untouchable.

I don't pause. I scramble from the car, screaming her name and throw my arms around her.

She doesn't even register I'm there and worry courses through my bones. My heart is racing, the blood on her has soaked my shirt.

"C'mon Clary! Come on!" I don't even know what I'm asking her to do, but I can see her breaking apart in my arms and I won't allow myself to be a bystander. Everyone is slowly realising what she's done- it's not hard to guess judging by the amount of blood coating her body.

She's losing herself in the sobs that are so violent they rearrange her entire body.

"Clary, look at me. Just look at me." I take her face in my hands, insistently pushing her to look me in the eye. It takes me repeating the words 'look at me' several times before her eyes recognise that I'm there at all, "Just take one thing and focus on it. Forget everything else and focus on that one thing. Focus on me."

I can't tell whether what I've said has worked at all, but she doesn't look away.

For a moment, it's just the two of us and she's looking at me as though she's seeing me for the first time.

She's looking at me so intently, it's like the rest of the world has fallen apart like ink on wet paper.

She's so beautiful.

"Clary, where are you hurt?" Jonathon's voice interrupts us and a flurry of people surrounds the two of us, breaking a part our connection.

She can't look at me anymore, and I watch as she becomes dazed again, but this time she doesn't sob.

"Where are you hurt, sweetie?" Jocelyn repeats, cradling her.

I stand up, take a step back. Slowly she lifts the soaked paper-thin bandage around her waist. There's a giant deep cut that runs along her stomach, which is producing a mass of black thick blood. Next to the cut, is a sadistic smiley face made of scars.

Something inside of me jerks violently and suddenly I'm full of such anger, I'm sprinting towards the house she was in. Police are pushing me aside, but I shove my way through relentlessly. I can't hear what they're saying over the pounding hatred in my head.

Clary's bloody-handprints line the front of the house leading to what must be the living-room. I turn into it and my entire body shudders at the sight.

Valentines body is draped across the floor, his eyes wide open, mouth agape and blood staining every bit of furniture and carpeting in the room.

My heart wrenches. Clary, poor Clary.

"Sir, you need to leave now." A police officer is pushing me back, but my eyes are glued to the monster. I hate him so much, I hate what he did to Clary, I hate what he's made her do today and I hate that I know he'll continually haunt her for what could be the rest of her life.

"Sebastian!" Someone outside shouts my name, Jonathon, breaking me from my chain of thoughts.

I turn and run outside towards the sound of the voice.

I'm faced with Clary being loaded onto a stretcher, and surrounded by medics and blood.

I shout out her name, but I don't see her react. In fact, her eyes are completely unfocused and sudden complete terror fills my veins, scorching hot and glacially icy.

I'm stumbling towards her as they load her into an ambulance. I try to follow her in, but there are hands pulling me back.

"Only one family member allowed." A medic says and I can only watch as Jocelyn climbs in and takes Clary's hand. Tears are streaming down her face, but I'm not watching her.

The doors close and the ambulance speeds off down the road. I watch for a couple minutes more then I should have.

Jace's POV

Clary.

It seems as though the name is on my every breath.

Even as I watch her with Sebastian, my entire body swells with happiness because we've found her. I slowly unbuckle my belt, and get out of the car watching- savouring her.

Jonathon reaches her before I do and by the time I've made it there, Sebastian has taken a step away and suddenly we're all staring at what that monster has done to her.

I fall to my knees beside her, "Clary." I breathe.

She looks at me, her eyes are glazed over, like she isn't really seeing me, and then her entire face contorts in pain. An overwhelming flood of blood oozes from the cut on her stomach.

"Clary." I say again, but this time it's urgent, "Clary, stay with me." But her eyes are completely unfocused now.

Medics are pushing me aside, but I grab at her hand- relying on it like a life support.

Jonathon is shouting, Luke is too- at a medic-, Izzy is standing a couple of paces away with her hand pressed to her mouth, and Jocelyn is sobbing saying something I can't focus on right now.

My hand is ripped from hers and she is lifted into an ambulance.

I'm watching her leave and part of me leaves with her.

Ok I'm not entirely sure what this chapter is. In fact, I might change it because I'm very delirious right now and listening to pretty damn depressing music. You ever feel like that?

Tell me if you like it. I have some plans for the next chapter so I'll try to update soon! Xx