I'm baaack. So, I received some wonderful reviews that convinced me I wasn't the only one interested in a fanfiction this weird and out there, much to my relief.
A few people have asked me, so I'll just post it on here. My story is very similar to Crazy by KissingFire another TMI fanfic on here, but only in the basic details of the story. I did read it like 2-3 years ago (I'm bad at timing) when I first started getting on fanfiction, but it's not really the source of inspiration for my story or anything. The plot will take a completely different twist and I'll be going a bit more in depth on the mental illnesses of my characters.
Also, I forgot last time, but this will be my only time saying that I in no way, shape, or form own TMI or the characters. They are all the genius inventions of Cassandra Clare. I just control the plot, how they act, and the varying levels of crazy you'll be forced to endure. Enjoy the chapter!
I don't know how long I sat patiently on my bed waiting for my tour guide to appear. It felt like hours, maybe even days, but I think my excitement was deluding my calculations. I had already neatly folded all of my clothes and organized them in my drawers. My previously boring bed was now covered in a bright purple comforter decorated with butterfly silhouettes and a simple pink pillow. My stuffed blue elephant Theodore sat proudly next to me, guarding me like he always did.
"I love you, Theo." I told him, planting a wet kiss on the top of his head. He smiled cheerily as usual, but seemed to be ignoring me a bit. I followed his eyes to where they were focused across the room and my heart skipped a beat. The closet door was still firmly closed, but I could hear a faint noise.
After a moment, I realized it was laughter. Not a child's innocent laughter, but a sort of mocking and threatening laughter. I could almost picture the menacing monster that was hidden behind it. It was probably red, the color of shed blood, with black beady eyes and gnarly yellowing teeth that it gnashed freely.
Goosebumps covered my entire body as I felt myself grow cold and a terrible knot formed in the pit of my stomache and the back of my throat. I didn't want to breathe incase he decided to come out and eat me, so I held my breath. I thought I was going to pass out, but finally a loud noise filled the room and a blood curling scream left my throat in a weak attempt to scare away the beast.
When I was finally forced to take a breath, I spotted a small boy in front of me and realized the door had simply slammed open, bouncing off the wall. I stared down at him, slightly alarmed at his timing, but convinced no monster could look this sweet.
He has thin wisps of brown hair and equally as brown eyes. He looked rather thin and lanky, almost awkward, especially with his dark clothes that were too baggy on him and oversized rounded glasses. Something about him seemed off, but I already decided that he was too adorable not to like. "Hi, I'm Max. You must be Clarissa."
I nod a confirmation of his guess and smile down at him brilliantly before giving him a big hug. "Hello, Max. It's nice to meet you. You're adorable."
"Uh, thanks. You are, too." His cheeks burned a bright red and I wonder if I embarrassed him somehow. "Do you want to meet everybody? They're all at dinner, so it should be easy to find all of my friends."
"You have friends!" I practically shouted with joy.
"Yes, don't you?" He asked, giving me a bizarre look. I got that one a lot.
"Not really. Mommy said I need to make more friends so people will like me." I told him openly, distracted by the lights reflecting off his glasses.
"Well, I like you." He admitted.
"I like you, too." I hugged him again, lifting him off the ground slightly before apologizing.
"Let's go make you some friends." Max said with a new sense of determination and I followed him out of the room, closing the door behind me and wishing Theodore a goodnight in case he was asleep when I got back.
We talked a little more as I followed him down the hall, thankful for all of the signs pointing to various destinations. I was terrible at following directions Mommy used to say.
"Clarissa is a mouthful. Can I call you Clary?" He asked politely and I thought about it for a minute. No one had ever given me a nickname, not even Jayden. The kids at school called me mean names, but I didn't think those were considered nicknames.
"That would be wonderful." I replied as we entered the cafeteria. I was taken aback by the amount of people scattered around and wondered where we would start. I felt myself grow nervous by all the curious eyes that kept staring at me and grabbed max's hand instinctively. He didn't pull away, but instead gave me an encouraging squeeze and led me to one of the far tables.
"Clary, these are my friends. Guys, this is Clary." Max motioned around the table and I tried to take everyone in.
"So, you're the new girl." One boy spoke up. He seemed pretty normal, but he was completely covered in sparkly glitter from head to toe and wore thick black eyeliner with shimmering eyeshadow and faint pink lips. He kind of reminded me of a giant disco ball. "I'm Magnus Bane."
"Hi, Magnus. You look beautiful." I told him honestly, remembering to be nice like Mommy said.
The group broke out in laughter, but I couldn't tell if they were laughing at me or not. Magnus just gave me a dazzling grin and winked. "Thanks, darling. I knew I liked you."
I stood awkwardly until a girl with curly hair and tanned skin scooted over, patting the seat beside her. "You can sit by me. I'm Mia and these are Jordan, Alec, Simon, Izzy, and Jace."
Everyone waved and Max sat down across from me. "I'm going to go get some food, are you hungry, Clary?"
"Not really. I'll wait here." My mommy had made be a huge breakfast before they took me away, since she knew it was my favorite meal, and I was still full.
A breathtakingly beautiful girl climbed across the table and sat crouched in front of me before licking my nose and rubbing her head against my cheek. "That one's Izzy. She thinks she's a cat."
"I think she likes you." Alec observed as Izzy continued to stare at me, a content look on her porcelain face. I scratched her behind the ear and smiles at her.
"So, Little Red, what are you in for? Let me guess, I bet you're a little crazy, aren't you? Maybe a little too paranoid and violent for Mommy and Daddy to handle? We could all hear you screaming a few minutes ago." Someone asked in a mean voice and I realized it was the blonde on the opposite end of the table. He was extremely gorgeous with his golden hair and tawny eyes that bore into mine, but I decided he was too mean and I didn't want him to be my friend.
"Jace, stop being an asshole! Clary, you don't have to answer him, it's okay. Jace is just jealous that the attention is off of him for three seconds." Simon defended me and I decided that I really liked him. Maybe he will be my best friend. I'll ask him later. I didn't want Jace to make fun of me again.
"The attention is always on me." Jace insisted as he rolled his eyes before stabbing his steak, his fork making an unbearable squeaky sound.
"My ears!" I screamed as I clamped my hands over them. I could feel the monsters trying to claw my fingers away and climb inside my ears where they would live forever, making high pitched noises until I finally died.
"Clary!" I recognized Max's voice and forced my eyes opened. He was crotched in front of me and somehow I had ended up on the floor in a ball. Magnus and Mia were surrounding me while the others sat either frozen or unimpressed. Maybe this was a normal occurrence here. It probably was.
I felt Izzy licking my toes and I giggled, finally able to release my ears as I felt the monsters disappear for now. Everyone kind of just looked at me, not sure what to do until Jace finally broke the silence. "Shit, she really is crazy."
"Jace, what did you do to her?" Max asked accusingly and he sighed exasperatedly.
"Why does everyone always think when something goes wrong that it's my fault?" Jace defended himself.
"Because it is your fault." Almost everyone chorused in at the same time and it made me giggle again.
"Do you think something's fun, Red?" He questioned me, a murderous look on his face.
"Yes." I told him bravely, leaning into Mia's arms.
"Oh, really?" Jace asked again and I nodded. "Do you think it will be funny when you're bleeding out on the floor, no one there to hear your screams?
"Jace!" Alec hollered this time, his piercing blue eyes daring Jace to do something. His voice was slow and demanding, making me want to hide in the corner. "That's enough. It's her first day."
"She won't always have that excuse. She has to learn her lesson one way or another, she might as well learn now." He spat out, equally as terrifying.
"Learn what?" I asked, completely confused and just wishing I could be at home in my warm bed with Theo, far away from this mess.
Before anyone could stop him, Jace stood up abruptly and stocked over to me, crouching so that we were eyelevel. "Listen up, Little Girl. We're all put here because we're bat shit crazy and society doesn't want to deal with our shit. The workers don't even want to deal with us, so do you know what that means? It means we run this place. We call the shots and we get to play God. The only one anybody cares about is themselves and they're the only thing that matters. There's a lot of mean people in here and they won't hesitate to show you just how mean they are. So you better learn to shut your damn mouth and keep your business to yourself, because if not, you're never going to last long in here."
Everyone was silent, probably waiting for my reaction, but I just stared into his striking eyes that swirled like liquid gold. I wouldn't mind drawing his eyes and I made a note to ask if there was an art room somewhere in here.
Finally I swallowed deeply and blinked slowly. "I'm not crazy."
"That's what we all said." Jace muttered as he stormed out of the room, knocking over a table kicking a chair before he disappeared through the heavy black doors.
No one moved an inch and I finally shrugged off Mia before standing up and meeting the eyes of my new friends. "I want to go back to my room."
They all nodded and Simon stood up, having already cleared his plate. "Okay. I'll walk with you."
I waited for him as he crossed the table, having a silent conversation with Magnus who simply shook his head in response to whatever Simon said. He offered me his arm and I looped mine through it with a smile already in a better mood.
"She's in room 316." Max informed him as we began to walk away. I noticed the frown that dimpled his small chin and I waved a goodbye to him specifically, calling out his name, before waving to the group.
They all wished me a good night's sleep and I couldn't help but grin to myself as I realized all the friends I gained in a matter of minutes.
"What are you smiling about?" Simon asked curiously, a grin of his own playing at his lips.
"Mommy will be so proud of all of the friends I made on my first day. I can't wait to tell her." He only nodded in reply as we stopped at my door.
I hugged him roughly and he awkwardly hugged me back, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Thank you for walking me back, Simon. I hope we become really good friends."
"Me, too." Simon agreed and waved goodbye.
I watched him leave before opening the door. I left it cracked since I had forgotten to back my nightlight and I was still afraid of the dark.
I carefully crawled into bed and kissed Theodore on his trunk. Luckily he was still asleep, so I didn't feel bad for moving him and wrapping my arms around him.
I didn't have a long time to think about my first day here, since my eyes were already drooping closed, but I did have time to smile.
Tomorrow was a new day and maybe I could make even more friends.
That night I dreamt about golden eyes watching over me.
So, what do you guys think? Do you have any hunches on what mental illness everybody has? What do you think will happen to Clary tomorrow? Or perhaps, even tonight? And who's Jayden? Make sure to review please. Whoever does will be given a sneak peak of the next chapter. Goodbye for now, my lovelies! :D