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Hmm…rather short again. Sorry 'bout that. Hope you enjoy it and LET ME KNOW!
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"Clary?" Clary didn't know how long she'd been in Simon's bedroom. All she knew is that now, she wanted to move. Her legs ached from being curled up to her chin for however long she'd been there, curled up in a protective ball on the bed, smelling in the once-comforting smell that was Simon, though now it reminded her of the look on his face and the disbelief in his words.
She felt more alone than she'd ever been and welcomed unconsciousness as it came and went as, in sleep, she was able to be in Jace's arms feel the patterns he traced on her back as he held her.
Simon was calling her name through the door. He was checking on her, again. As before, she ignored him. If he wasn't ready to admit she was sane, then he could wait on the other side of the door.
She flopped onto her back, thinking of how lonely she must be to be thinking endlessly of a stranger for comfort, having to dream and imagine having comforting, strong arms around her, instead of having the real thing. She let out a long, ragged breath. She knew Simon was listening and she was certain the next second.
"Clary," he said. She'd known him for so long, she knew from that single word that he still thought she was in a state of shock. She'd had enough. She breathed heavily again, trying to sound sleepy and gently slipped off the bed, landing soundlessly on her tip toes on the floor.
She heard Simon retreat into the kitchen where she supposed his mother would be comforting him, saying that she'll "come around". Clary got to the window carefully, manoeuvre through the room as though there were booby traps everywhere as she avoided the shoes and consoles that dotted the floor.
Easing the window open slowly, she jumped through it, leaving it open behind her. If Simon wanted to do what was "best for her" then he could do it with a cold bedroom.
The walk to the subway station went by in a blur as Clary tried to control her thoughts, averting them from her mother, of Simon, of anything to do with last night, including Jace because with Jace came a load of stuff she'd heard that basically only gave her a headache. She didn't understand any of it. She was supposed to be "different"?. She was average. As average as could be. The only thing that wasn't average about her was her height, which was below average, she was sure.
She could ignore these thoughts once at the subway – thank god – as she needed to pay attention. But she soon found that she didn't want to.
There, right there, slithering from underneath the carriage into which the public was pouring in and out, were the unmistakeable tentacles of a monster. It had about thirty legs – that she could see – and they were clutching to the front of the carriage, extending it's tentacles every now and then, unsticking them to the object. As they parted with the metal they left gung stuck between it and the carriage. Clary gagged. It was all coming back to her again. The thing, whatever it was, was retreating underneath the rails now, disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel. Clary turned sharply and found herself with her face almost touching a man's chest. She looked up slowly and took in what was in front of her. The bright yellow eyes, the sharp teeth, the spiky glitter filled hair and the colour. The colour was everywhere, helping the
dizziness overcome her. Then, she finally let go, and screamed before she fell and saw no more.
Wheheeey! One of my favourite characters is on the scene! There shouldn't be such a gap for the next chapter next time btw :D