Clary locks herself in a closet

"Simon, have you seen my paint brushes? You know, the ones you got me for my birthday last year? I haven't been able to find them."

"Uhh," Simon rummages around the table, flipping papers up. "No, don't see 'em. Have you used them lately?"

"Not recently. I've been busy training with Jace. Which, by the way," Clary whirls on Simon. "Aren't you suppose to be with Alec and Isabelle?"

"Not for another hour," Simon says with a sandwich lodged in his mouth. Clary swore he went through three of those for luch everyday.

"I think they might be on the shelf in my closet," Clary mutters, more to herself now that Simon has plopped in some earbuds.

She open up her closet door. She steps into the cramped space and reaches up on her tippy-toes. Her hand skims the dusty shelf, feeling for anything that might contain some paint brushes. It's then, that with a definite thud, the closet closes behind her. Clary goes still.

She turns around and pounds on the door. The closet was a rather odd one. One that locks from the outside.

"Crap," Clary huffed. "Simon!" She bangs on the door with one hand while instinctively reaching for her stele. She didn't have it on her. It was on the counter along with Simon who had earbuds in.

"Great. Just fantastic," Clary mutters. She didn't feel like breaking the closet door, not that she thought she could, the thing weighed a ton. So instead, she kept banging until Simon realized that she had been gone for a little too long.

Unfortunetly that took awhile.

Simon didn't come down for another twenty minutes.

"What the-" She heard Simon say as he approached the room. The bedroom door flew open and Clary kept banging. "Clary, what happend?"

"The closet closed in on me."

Silence.

"Simon, don't you-"

Laughter burst from between the cracks and Clary, even though she was still hidden, blushed.

"I can't believe..." Simon started but couldn't finish his sentance.

"Simon, just knock it off and open it, will you? It smells weird in here."

"Did you find your paint brushes?"

"...no."

"Fantastic."

"Simon Lewis if you don't open this door-"

"If I don't open it you will... what? What can you possibly do?"

"Kill you. Because eventually I will get out, whether it be from my mother, Jace, or even Isabelle. I will kill you Simon, if you don't let me out now." She tried for her voice to be angry, but honestly? When it's muffled by a thick wooden door, it was impossible.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you out." Simon says and she could hear his hand on the door.

A crack made the door shudder.

"Simon?"

No answer.

"Simon?" Clary tried again.

"The handle. It broke."

"You got to be kidding me..."

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