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Chapter 2
As I was walking to Central Park to meet Simon, I noticed a mirror to my left. I looked at myself trying to memorize every feature before I changed. I pulled my eyes away not wanting to think about the future.
I saw Simon waving at me to join him. I smiled and then realized I have to explain the story and what's happening with me before I tell him my plan and my smile quickly disappeared. I braced myself, not looking forward to this conversation. I walked over and he touched my shoulder. I tensed up. He immediately noticed and let go, while searching my face, trying to find something, anything. I kept my blank expression, not ready to say anything…yet. I sat down next to him and we stayed in a comfortable silence for a long time. He eventually he broke it, letting his curiosity and nerves get the best of him. "Why did you call me?" I looked down and my shoes for a little bit and then my eyes met his gaze. "Let's talk over coffee."
We talked about nothingness, like his mom and giggled at out comics that we like to read. As soon as I walked in, I let the aroma of coffee calm me, I was going to have to get this over with anyway. Simon ordered two black coffees and a minute later we got two steaming cups. After a few minutes of silence I blurted out what was on my mind. "I'm sick." I received an odd look. "Like I'm sick with the Flu, or I'm sick with like cancer." "The second one," I mumbled. He jumped to his feet in a flash. "You have cancer?" he practically shouted. People glanced in our direction trying to listen in on our gossip. "Quiet down. And no, I don't have cancer, but I'm still sick." "Oh…. Clary, what do you have?" he asked cautiously almost as if he didn't want to know the answer. Can you blame him? I thought. "They don't exactly… know." Confusion lit up eyes. Here goes nothing. I started to explain the story of the hospital trip and what the doctors said, and with each word I said he got paler, and paler. When I finished he didn't respond and I got worried. What if he didn't want to know me anymore? What if he hates me now? Oh, God! He probably does hate me. My worries melted away as he walked up to me and just held me. A sob shook my body and I burst in tears.
After I calmed down he quietly asked "Does anyone else know?" I shook my head. He gave me a sympathetic look. "Let's get you home." We got a taxi home and I paid the driver. Before we got to the steps to my house I pulled him back and whispered "Don't tell anyone." He looked at me expecting something and I added "Don't worry I'll tell my mom. But it's just you and her. Not Isabelle or Alec" I swallowed. "or even Jace." He looked at me and I shook my head. "I want to do this on my own." Actually, I am doing this on my own, I thought. I walked into my silent house. It's just me here. Simon doesn't know that I actually live alone. No one does. All I know is that my parents left one morning and left a note saying they were going to gone for a while but they would send money. It's been a year, but I still get $600 in my bank account every week and I'm fine with that. I mean I miss them but, they left and haven't called since. I have more anger than anything, really.
I called Simon and told him that I talked to my mom. "What did she say?" "Uh…that we will figure this out and that we'll just have to deal with it but keep up with the doctor's appointments." I paused and then added "Oh and Simon?" "Yeah?" "Well you know how I said don't tell anyone? Well I mean I'm going to cover up anything that makes me look sick." "How?" "If you let me finish I'll tell you." I paused. No response, indicating I can continue. "Well my hair is supposed to turn grey so I'll buy a wig. I'm also going to have a hard time eating. You'll have to help me with that one. I'll buy make-up for when I start to kind of turn pale and sick. Oh and I'll have to memorize routes to the bathroom in our school in case I feel dizzy, horrible stomach pains, or in case I get sick." "Clary…. I don't know if this is the best idea." I signed out of frustration. "Simon, I'm dying and I don't know of what or even exactly how long since 'it should be a low process' isn't very descriptive. I want to go on with live as normal as possible and do things before I die. Simon, it's my life. I know that this is hard for you, but can you do this one thing for me?" I waited a long pause until I heard a soft yes. "Thank you Simon. I'll see you tomorrow at school?" "Yup, bye Clary! Be careful!" "I will mother! Bye." I heard a soft chuckle before I hung up.
I went to my room and started to draw. It's the only thing I can do to clear my mind. Before I knew it I looked down at my picture and realized it was a picture of Jace. I signed not wanting to think about lying to him for a while or thinking about the future. I got up and took a shower to clear my thoughts of worry. After I dried myself and attempted to brush my hair, I went to bed. As soon as I put my head on my pillow I let sleep whisk me away from the worries that stressed my day.
Soaking In the Reign- First of all Thank you! And I was looking for a disease close to something like this but I couldn't find anything that wasn't like a huge word. So I made it up, but hopefully it doesn't really exist!
Some Guest-Thank you! The title took a while, but I'm happy with it and Jace… well I don't want to give anything away but I think you'll enjoy what happens…and if not, well I'm sorry.
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