Hello honey

by Zerkoz

All human. I don't own TMI or the characters, Cassandra Clare does. I don't really have a summary for this. But, I'll make an attempt. Who is this golden boy? Why does he know Clary? What dark secrets are in Clary's past? Who will leave with a broken heart? Who won't leave at all? Currently accepting OCs.

8. Tears that were never meant to be shed

Ok. I'm back. Greygirl2358, about your OC, 3 things:

1.) I don't know who Eric Northman is, so I need specifics. This might change if I look it up.

2.) I need a name.

3.) Smokin' hot is not a description. And besides, I couldn't describe smokin' hot without going something like "He was wrapped in muscles with brown hair and dark eyes and stuff like that."

Also, sometimes when I get a vaccine, I get the disease the vaccine is for. So if I don't upload in a while, just remember I might be sick.

If that's it, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

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Clary's POV (1st person)

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I laid down on my bright red bed, that was now soaked with my grief-ridden tears. My room had my bed in the far left corner, an oak end table next to it, a closet on one wall, a cubby on another, and the entire room was messy, with dirty clothes and blankets thrown around everywhere.

I remembered Jace's room. His room was always so neat. It was probably the scariest part about him. He was psychotic, but his room would suggest that he was the most careful and thoughtful person in the world. Which sickened me.

I heard a creak as my bedroom door opened. Jocelyn walked in, her green eyes watching me on my tear-soaked bed.

"Clary?" She asked, carefully coming closer.

"What mom? Is Doyle gone?" I asked, tears flowing out of my eyes and dripping down my face.

"Yes. I made her leave. Is everything ok? For now at least?"

"I guess it is."

"Ok. That's good."

"But it's just, why? Why do these people do this? Why do people hurt other people? And how come no one believes the people that have been abused and assaulted?" She pulled me in for a hug. I buried my head in her chest and started crying.

"I don't know Clary, I just don't know."

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time jump

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I laid down in my drenched bed, under a blanket that was no help what-so-ever to keep out the menacing chill. I laid my head down on the also soaked pillow, looked up the sad dark blue ceiling, and tried to sleep. Memories came in the form of malevolent nightmares.

"...she is crazy." Jace told me while looking down at my bloody, mutilated excuse of a body.

"NO SHE ISN'T! MOMMY!" I screamed with irony taste of blood in my mouth. Jace shut me up elbowing me in the face, the pain exploding on my face like a thousand rusty needles stabbing me all at once in the one, compound area, causing me to black out.

I woke up with a blood-curdling scream. Jocelyn quickly ran into my bedroom, ran to the bed, and grabbed me with her comforting arms.

"It's ok Clary. It's ok." She told me with her soft, gentle voice.

"No it's not mom. It's not." I said with cries erupting from my throat. Cries that shed tears that were never meant to be shed.

Sorry for the short chapter, I don't know if the internet will stay up for a while.

Still accepting OCs. (Look in chapter 5 for more details). PM me with ideas!

Ever Elizabeth Doyle (Wasn't really in this chapter) - Shadowhunter1995.

? - Greygirl2358 (Still need those 3 things)

And again, if I don't update in a while, I might be sick.