Hey, Readers. Told you I'd try to get it up soon. Since you've already waited a year I wont make you wait any longer. Without further procrastination...The story.

Enjoy,

Clary~*

Everyone has seen those videos where it's a seemingly innocent duck swimming in a pond or a video of a dog chasing a ball on loop, then BAM, a creepy face pops up and scares you. The first time you watch you scream and fly out of the chair, but after watching it again, again and again, you expect the surprise and it no longer scares you. Well that was the perfect analogy of Clary's life.

The same boring routine day in day out, until a horrible surprise comes out of nowhere. You'd think she would be used to it by now, but it always seems to catch her off guard. It was the calm before the storm and she really should have seen it coming...

After a few days she began feeling less and less sick. Her head no longer hurt, she felt less shaky, her bones still ached but she chalked that to a lousy sleeping place. Even her old car had miraculously started running again. For once things were good.

She hadn't run into Jace again since her last dinner at the soup kitchen, but it was bitter sweet since that meant she had a little food in her fridge and he was off living a better life than her. Clary didn't know why he stuck in her brain vividly but chose to ignore it and focus on the positive things currently happening.

Clary was waiting tables and had just walked over to ask a man what he would like to drink when she saw a familiar face.

He looked up from his phone at her approach and a warm grin stretched his face. "Clary Morgenstern, is that you? I haven't seen you in ages. Look how long your hair has gotten! I would've said how tall you are but..." He chucked at her indignant expression. "Where have you been after, I think it was your Mother's birthday, you and your father dropped off the face of the planet. I couldn't get a hold of you."

Probably because her mother died and father became a raging lunatic and broke every form of communication he owned, including the phones, shortly after. She thought this to herself. Robert was a welcome sight and she didn't want to scare him off. Him and her father had been good friends in highschool and had maintained a good friendship after. He had been like an uncle to her, she had never met his wife and kids but he always talked about them and they sounded like great people. She had always wanted to meet them and Robert wanted them to meet too, but after he graduated her father became less social and only kept close contact with his old friends. It left no room for new relationships and avoided friendly meetings with "strangers" at all costs. Instead of giving Robert the truth, she gave him a small smile. "It's great to see you too. Sorry about the lack of communication, Dad decided that cell phones poisoned the brain and got rid of all of ours. He must have forgotten to fill you in before he dropped contact." It sounded like a terrible lie but her dad, even before the crazy, was known to do brash things like that. Robert took it in stride and shook his head with a smile.

"Peculiar man your father, but well liked regardless. Tell the old man we need to meet up sometimes, it's been too long, what is he now? Forty-eight? Nine? Life passes to quick. It would be nice to see him again before my wrinkles sag over my eyes." For the first time all week Clary gave an actual laugh. Robert was typically a very serious person but he had always had a soft spot for her. It pained her to think of the man Robert was describing but seeing him was enough to get past it. She would lie for him and spare him the stress of knowing how his old friend really turned out.

"I'll see if I can get the message past his deaf ears. Now tell me what you would like to drink before I get fired." Clary said with good humor. Robert ordered his drink and food. She managed her tables occasionally chatting with Robert when she passed by and bid him goodbye when he left leaving him with a promise of keeping in touch. All in all this day was going fairly well.

That is until one of the waiters accidentally hit her in the head with his tray.

Her vision instantly went fuzzy and the figure before her looked like he was swimming around the room. The person was talking to her and she recognized the voice of Jem Carstairs. A friendly waiter who worked at Taki's on the weekends and was notorious with helping people needed a shift covered.

"I am so terribly sorry. Clary, are you alright. How many fingers am I holding up." She tried to focus on him but couldn't. Her eyes started to close. "No. No, stay awake. I must have hit your pretty hard."

She a heard another voice behind her and Jem telling someone that he was taking her to the emergency room, and then everything went black...

Hello. This chapter isn't as long as I would like but I will hopefully post more soon. I hope this ties you over until I can update again. (It will be soon. Promise) I really hoped that you liked it. Incase I don't update before then happy Shadowhunter premier night!

Keep on reading,

FanOfTheWrittenArt~*