Description: Every week Clary and Izzy meet up at the treehouse to catch up after a long week. This week is different, and Clary sees how important friendship is. (AH/AU/OOC/FRIENDSHIP/Rated T)
The Treehouse
The darkness that plagues my mind is something I cannot shake as I spiral further and further into my mind, cycling through all the what-if scenarios.
I feel my self-esteem crumbling as I stare at the mirror, examining my pale skin with my new bright pink shoulder-length hair.
Izzy is going to hate it.
I grab my shoulder bag while sliding on my pink flip-flops before rushing out the front door. As I am about to rush through the bright green garden, I ensure the door of the house slams behind me before I can reach the white picketed fence to make my exit—the wood material of the gate creeks as it swings open and closed behind me.
I wipe the sweat from my palms as I walk down the path towards the treehouse, with sand constantly becoming stuck in between my toes. The weight of the sand weighs me down as I begin slowly climbing the rails.
Halfway up, I look up and see the figure above me.
Time to meet Izzy's wrath.
As my head pops up, she screams and yells curses at me.
Panic fills my chest again, and I find myself sliding off the ladder. I almost let myself become engulfed in a panic until a soft hand catches mine.
I look up into her blue eyes with the salty ocean breeze blowing around her long black hair falls in soft locks down her back.
I am soon pulled into the treehouse, where we sit together, and I am forced to explain that I needed a change and felt this hair was necessary.
She nods at my hair and bites her lip before asking me if it has to do with the fight with my boyfriend.
The mention of him causes me to roll my eyes, and I explain the chaotic mess of last night that left him with a bloody nose after he told me he was cheating.
Izzy gives me a proud smile and reminds me to call her if I ever need her.
For the rest of the day, we sit and talk like we hadn't been apart for a month and get to know one another all over again.
The best kind of friendships allows us to pick up from where we left off, which is probably why this has been my longest friendship.
For ten years, we've come to this spot to trade stories. This is where we grew up and now meet once a week to drink our wine and have some laughs.
Well, that is until today.
As I climb back down the ladder, the last rail breaks and I fall, only to be woken up to white surrounding me.
The beeping of the heart monitor tells me I am in the hospital.
I look around the room and see Izzy in the chair asleep loyal by my side as always.
The loyalty we have for each other keeps us close.
THE END
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