Ahh! Thank you all for the lovely reviews! I absolutely adore reading them!

Sorry for the late update. I've been on vacation for the last few days and finally got my hands on a computer.

But here is lovely Chapter 11, with Jace and Izzy's P.O.V. (no Clary! :O) for a change!

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters used in the making of this...wonderful plot. :)

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Jace's P.O.V.

"Where you going mommy?" My eight year old self asks sleepy. I rub my droopy eyelids, focusing back at my mother in her plain dark blue halter dress that cut at her knees.

She pins the last bit of her blonde hair out of her face, and turns to me saying, "Mommy and Daddy are going out tonight." She crouched down to be at my height and smiles while commenting how tired I looked.

"Am not!" I yell, mustering everything I had to not let the yawn escape from my lips. Failing, she wraps her arms around my body and lifts me up.

Resting my head in her neck, I start to doze even as I'm carried to my bedroom. The dark blue sheets enclose me in their warms as I'm laid onto the plush mattress with the blankets pulled up to my neck.

The rough voice of my father sounds from down the dimly lit hallway, barely breaking through my slumbering mind. "Time to go, Celine. Reservations are at 8:30." The voice quiets down as he walks into my room, making his way to my mother's side.

"Just putting Jace to bed, Stephen." she softly replied as my father wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her in close.

They both take their turns leaning forward and kissing my forehead. I know my mother's kiss is first, even with my eyes now close. The pressure as light as a feather on my skin. My father's contact is a bit heavier, but I don't mind. My body is almost about to be taken completely into darkness as their voices enter my mind again:

"Good night, Jace. See you in the morning, buddy." says my father.

I barely catch my mother saying, "Sleep tight, sweetheart. I love you.", as I'm carried into a blissful sleep.

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Sleep seems to hate me tonight. Maybe it's because I hate today.

November 15. The worst day of my life.

I couldn't decide what made this day worse: it being the first day in over a year that Clary wasn't mine, or the fact it was the nine year anniversary of my parents' death.

"I love you."

The last words I would ever hear from my mother.

A slight burning sensation forms behind my eyes as my mind returns to that night.

"No, Jace." I mutter to myself. "Not yet. It's not time for that."

Speaking of time, I turn to look at the midnight clock on my bedside table. Blue lights show 3:26 AM.

Since sleep with be practically impossible, I shift out of my warm covers and let my bare feet touch the cold wood. Kicking off my sweatpants, I pull on a pair of white basketball shorts and black socks.

I unplug my iPhone and shuffle through the dozens of playlists created with my music. My eyes freeze on one sone labeled C's Mix.

Clary.

I press the name, sending the screen to the songs. I scan through all 53 of them before hitting shuffle. The eerie quiet that was once settled in the house quickly dissipates as my phone erupts into a percussion intro.

I shove the headphones into my ears as well as my phone. Goodbye, Apathy by OneRepublic played as I threw open my closet deciding weather to wear a long or short sleeved shirt.

After about 6 seconds of staring into the darkness that enveloped my closet, I decide to simply go without and silently slip out from my room. Exiting my house, after pulling on my black Nike running shoes, the next song blares to life. I don't know what song it is until the lyrics appear. Another OneRepublic masterpiece: All Fall Down.

The irony as I exit the house along with the lyrics is astounding with the light drops of the beginning rain hit my bare arms, legs, and chest.

I reach the pavement, letting the music take me where I needed to go.

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Isabelle's P.O.V.

"We should go to bed, Clare." I say, a yawn escaping my lips. I rest my head on one of the soft pillows on Clary's bed, letting them drift close for a few seconds.

"You can." Clary says, staring at the ceiling. She's been in the same position for two hours now. Not even a sketch pad or bright oil paints could get her to move. "I'm not going to school tomorrow." she finishes.

"Clary?' I look at her, fiery curls fanning out around her head, arms folded underneath. She looks relaxed, almost. I know her well enough to know that she's broken and scarred on the inside. "Please look at me."

She doesn't move for awhile, as if she never heard me. This is why I insisted I stayed the night. Ever since the day she told me about her...problem, I've been worried on how she was doing. It was mostly the painting's fault. I pushed out the image,never wanting to remember how terribly it scarred me, let alone what it's doing to her. And I do know being bitchy to her that next day wasn't the best thing for me to do, but I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just tell someone about it.

Then it hit me. She's far too stubborn to admit that she needs help.

I'm knocked out of my half daze as she shifts to towards me. Her face is completely clear of emotion as she drags her knees to her chest and wraps an arm around them, but her eyes that usually hold so much laughter and happiness were now dark, cold, and broken. Shattered, more like.

Quickly thinking of anything to get her mind off that blonde haired bastard, I ask, "Can I tell you anything?" in an impossibly quiet voice.

"Of course." she says a bit louder, looking straight at me with those broken emerald orbs that, in turn, make me look away.

"Meliorn and I broke up." I mutter, feeling myself break a little inside as I said it. It's not like we were one of those 'close couples' that went on lots of dates and stuff, but it still hurt.

"I...can you say that again-" Clary asks, but I almost yell at her,

"We broke up! We're over! Done!" I exhale a deep breathe I was unaware I was holding.

Her eyes grew wide, "When? Where? Why?", she quickly asks.

"After you and Jade...well, you know." I say. " You left the lunchroom to leave Jace to follow you like a lost puppy, so I had to have Meliorn tell me everything that happened. He said something that you were being far too dramatic and that you didn't need to act that way over a bet. We talked about it later, and I decided that I couldn't be with someone that dissed my best friend like that."

"I-I'm so sorry." the once concerned look in her eyes now is replaced with pain. The cold look returns too, but they seem to look even more destroyed, if it was even possible.

"It's definitely not your fault, Clare. What you did just seemed to open up my eyes on how far south our relationship was going." I give her slight smile before adding, "Anyways, I think I'm falling for someone else."

This brings the old Clary back. Damn, why didn't I do this hours ago. "Oh my god, WHO IS IT?" a devilish grin appears on her face.

"It's...Si-Simon." I studder as I speak. I just told my best friend that I liked her best guy friend. What the hell is wrong with me?

Her grin grows into a full out smile, the first I've seen in about a week. I smile back at her, more sheeply, as I jump from her bed and turn out the lights.

"Good night, Clare." I say, hoping that she doesn't bombard me with questions about Simon.

Luckily, all she says is, "G'night Iz.", but I can hear the smile in her voice as I climb back into the covers and my head hits the pillow and I drift off to sleep.

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So, how was it? :) I will say it's more of a filler chapter to get where I need to be to complete the next part of my deliciously evil plan. :)

The song Goodbye Apathy has significance(as does every other song I pick) as to why I chose it. The song is about leaving loneliness and being in love and in a relationship with them, but it's the complete opposite for Jace. He's practically losing the love of his life, so I wouldn't guess you would have caught my meaning behind choosing it, but whateves.

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~shadowwarrior898