AN: Hi, everyone, so that this chapter will be different. I hope you enjoy it! I get my wisdom pulled tomorrow, and I've been organizing chapters That I've missed while drowning in school.

I also wrote this on my phone... so good luck.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMI, nor am I a published author. I also don't own Taylor.

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Counting Down to You: Day 11 (0.4K)

December 11th

The blaring of my alarm is too much for me, and I pick up Jace's pillow and cover the alarm with it to stop the noise.

I roll back over and try to sleep, but I am interrupted again. This time I move and snatch the phone, about to shut it off, but I see Jace's name.

Now, is it awful I am considering not picking up?

I just don't feel like speaking to anyone.

I stare at the phone until it stops, unsure of what to do.

Once it ends, I text him that I'm not sleeping well and don't feel like FaceTime.

He immediately calls back, but this time it's a phone call.

I sigh and hit accept.

"Hi," my voice comes out cracked and groggy.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"Mm, not sure. My head is pulsing."

"Were you drinking last night?" He asks, probably hoping I'm just hungover.

I answer with a no, and suddenly Max gets the courage to jump onto the bed, and I feel my phone slipping, as my head hits the pillow, I fall into the dark.

The next time I'm awake, it's because of the pounding on my door.

I don't have the courage to move; I feel weak.

Max begins barking, and I don't care enough to stop him.

Eventually, the barking and knocking stops, and I crash.

I wake to my phone ringing, but I can't bring myself to turn over and grab it.

I stare into the room, mentally trying to reach the phone but physically being incapable.

What is happening?

My mind goes blank, and my eyes begin to drop again.

This time I wake to Taylor Swift's song 'Back to December' playing, which means my mom is calling. She got that as a ringtone because of her love for December.

I ignore it.

Why can't they just let me sleep?

My body doesn't move from soreness, but I am mentally here, although I am a little foggy.

I stayed up late and listened to the new Taylor Swift album and then went to sleep. All was well.

Now I am trapped within myself.

My phone slips, and I continue to hear my phone with a mixture of ringtones.

My dad, mom, Jace, Jon, basic default one.

That's my last thought before I fade away again.

AN: Yay, you survived the chapter.

Sorry, I mislead your last chapter, No Present today.

This story isn't angst, so don't worry too much... Also, no pandemic here.

Thanks to Clacepercabeth4ever, BeautifulGal, Blondechicka, Britt(PM), and SkyBell for reviews and comments.

Questions: What will happen next? What is wrong with Clary?

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