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.

9. Why do the memories hurt?

I'm back! Greygirl2358, I won't have your OC in this chapter. I'll tell you why later. Also, his name will be Michael. Gabriel seems like a better name, but I'd get really confused considering that that's my name and I'm nothing like that. At least the physical part. Plus, I said I MIGHT get sick. I didn't say I was sick.

Anything else? No? Ok.

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Jocelyn's POV (1st person)

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I was sitting there looking down at Clary. My beautiful Clary, who was sitting there crying tears of memories.

I was in my room trying to find some money or anything really. I was searching Jonathan's brand-new black leather wallet for any money at all. There was nothing. He probably kept it somewhere else, the little psychotic bastard.

"MOMMY! HELP ME!" Clary's terrified voice exploded from the hallway.

"I'M COMING CLARY!" I yelled while running out of the room. I entered the front room, heart beating like a drum being played by an energetic toddler who had 12 mountain dews. I saw Jace kneeling over Clary's unconscious body.

"GET OFF OF HER!" I screamed at him, rage erupting out of me in a horrific explosion.

"What are you going to do about it?" He asked me in a mocking voice. I ran over to him and ripped him off of Clary.

He got up and punched me in the face. The pain was prominent, but not anything I hadn't already endured. I kicked him in the gut angrily, and he staggered back a bit. He looked up at me with a psychotic grin on his face. He held up a dagger he got from his pocket. he charged toward me while laughing psychotically. He held back his hand, charging up the stab, and he-

"Mommy, the memories hurt! Why do they hurt?" Clary asked me, snapping me out of the memory.

"I don't know Clary. I just don't know." I answered truthfully with a sad tone to my already depressing voice.

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I'm sorry for the short chapter, I just needed to get some of that information out, and I think I have writer's block now. Sorry.

Ever Elizabeth Doyle - Shadowhunter1995

Michael - Greygirl2358 (I need a description of what he looks like. I could also use a last name)

Bye!