Sorry for the incredibly long wait, school can really suck. And being sick for a few weeks...OK...This isn't a romance story; I might include something later, though. Not certain, yet, so let me know. Thanks for the reviews.

My two brothers are absolute idiots.

They just jeopardized our entire prank, and ruined the rest for the next few weeks.

Those two...Those... Those little...

...Ducks...

Pardon my language, but that is just how mad I am.

They are so inconsiderate to everyone around them.

They just had to brag to two girls about how brave they were and jump off the roof, and break a few bones in the process.

They just had to miss the pool.

Those ducks.

Of course, the only difference between them and ducks is the fact that DUCKS. ACTUALLY. CAN. FLY.

Of course they are fine, but as soon as they regain consciousness, I'll kill Them.

Enjoy the next five seconds of light you see...

Of course, I'm not really that evil, I'm actually half human and half Angel. Wink. Wink.

...Pssh, as if. But that would explain my striking appearance...Smirk. Smirk.

Moving on. Everyone but my family and close friend, Clarissa, wonders why I don't open up around anyone. I was a new student and she was my only real friend at the time of the accident, so since she was the only non-Lightwood I trusted, she was and will always be the only non-family that will ever know what really happened that day...

-flashback-

two years ago

(2014)

It was a month after we moved back into town. I say back because we had previously lived here, four years ago. Clarissa was my neighbor when we lived here back then, so we were good friends, already. (Plus, we both agreed that Calvin guy that she lived next to was the worst.) We had kept in touch and became even closer than when we were twelve.

We had just turned sixteen when we moved, and were about to have a welcome back/ sweet sixteen party, and we went all out. We invited all of our old friends (including Clarissa). We had a lot of friends. A. LOT. OF. FRIENDS. Long story short, the party got out of hand. Over half the people couldn't stand due to their non-recommended amount of alcohol consumption. The others were also drunk (but thankfully Clarissa wasn't), and never say a party's over to completely wasted people who were having fun, and not expect them to be mad, very mad.

Other than Clarissa, I had terrible choice in friends.

Then it happened. The start of what I thought to be the end of my life.

Max.

I had told him to stay in his room, for this reason. A teenage party plus a tired nine year old boy did not go well together, ever.

He was the perfect little brother: hair that always stuck up no matter what fifty dollar product you tried to use to tame it; always smiling that lop-sided grin of his; huge glasses that never stayed on; but not to mention the fact that he always had his head in a book. Comics to dictionaries, dictionaries, for heaven's sake! He was nine years old! I didn't even learn to read until I was like... I don't even know, but he was an impressive child.

Some guy that was about two years older than me- Jonathon or Sebastian, I think- who had black hair, but his eyebrows said otherwise; that he had white hair, walked (more like stumbled) up to me, but Max tripped on his untied shoelaces, fell in front of Jonathan/ Sebastian, and being as drunk as he was, he didn't notice poor little Max on the floor, and kicked his head when he was walking. I thought as hard as Max was crying, that he had a serious injury, so I ran to him.

It turns out his glasses had broken and was crying and mumbling things like "everything is blurry," or "I can't see anything a foot away". I then sent him to his room since I knew he was exaggerating, and could easily see well enough to get back.

Ten minutes later, when all of the conscious people were gone and the unconscious people were on a beanbag, sleeping bag, or couch of some sort, I went to go check on Max, and to make sure he was in bed, but not reading, like always was.

I froze.

What I saw when I walked in to his Lego-and-book-filled-room got many reactions from me. The need to throw up. Shock. Regret. Sadness, and many, many more. I was in such a state of shock, that I barley registered my brothers rushing around me asking me what was wrong, before they saw him.

A hurricane would be the best metaphor for it. The party was the beginning of the storm, hectic, unexpected, and unpredictable. Now? Now was the eye of the storm. Everything just stopped. Seemed so at peace, and so tranquil.

Then reality slapped you in the face.

My vision, hearing, and feeling returned, because before, everything was blurry. It turns out, my brothers have been hugging me for the last five minutes, and trying to get me to wake up from my trance, saying that they will call an ambulance, and that he will be fine.

He wasn't.

He had hit his head on one of those yellow Lego blocks. Red met yellow; a stark contrast.

The ride in the ambulance was slow and agonizing, yet it went by so fast, I wouldn't be able to tell anyone what had happened later. After the doctors left the neutral-colored room in which my baby brother was taken earlier, a male doctor with colorful and glittery spiky hair walked up to me. He was wearing bright green skinny jeans and a sequined rainbow top under his doctor/lab coat thing. Everything was glittery, even this guy's skin! How he survived med school will forever be a mystery.

His expression held all of the emotions his attire didn't. According to his name tag, his name was Dr. M. A. Bane. Dr. Bane's expressions seemed to be contradicting themselves; his face was sad, depressed, and pitying, but relieved at the same time. He called out Max's full name, and me, my triplets, and Clarissa stood up. My parents were away in some foreign country, apparently discussing matters far more important than their own child, considering that they left the day we were settled in.

Dr. Bane led us into the room, without a word, and there he was, so calm and content. "He is a tough boy; he is currently on a coma. I have to warn you though, at the very least, he will have major brain issues," Dr. Bane explained softly. At that, I started weeping quietly. "And the worst?!" This made me jump, because Alexander never spoke above a whisper, let alone yell. "All we can do is wait." The glittery doctor said. He didn't answer Alexander, and that was answer enough.

-End flashback-

So here I am after visiting my injured fellow triplets. I have hated hospitals since that day.

As I approach the chunk of cement that I have thought of punching since I first saw it, a silent tear falls down my face. It was all my fault. I should have gone with him. Since that day, Isabelle Lightwood has never been the same and I don't think she will ever be again. Not without him in her life.

The cement seemed to cry back at me.

Max Lightwood:

Beloved brother, son, and friend.

2005-2014. He will forever be missed.

I took another drink of whatever alcohol I had. Although my body and mind now feels slightly numb, it will never fill the emptiness inside of me that was created two years ago. Exactly two years ago. "Happy Anniversary, Maxy."

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