Fragile Wings

by CupcakeQueen1066

Clarissa only used to have nightmares. That's alright when your child hood was ripped apart. Isn't it? It was, until Clary's night-terrors happened at odd times. Are they night-terrors? Who's her actual father? Can love overcome darkness again or will it finaly crumble as the odds stacked against them. Can good still overcome dangerous secrets? Can clary come out of this alive...?

11. Brakeing Point

Later that night when I was a dream. The usual dream. The dream where someone dies. So I woke up and went down to the kitchen I now I should of but I was falling back into the hole, the void of emptiness and the catalyst was that dream. But it was like half of my memory, like my mixed memories. Sylvia Vandervalt. That's what he said.

As I reached the kitchen I got a roaring in my ears, not because I was scared but because I didn't want them to know but I wanted tonight to end. I didn't want the guilt or the nightmares. I didn't ask for any of this.

I reached for the knifes.

Five minutes latter I was sitting on the floor my wrists bleeding, creating a pool around me. A warm crimson blanket on the cold white tiles. I closed my eyes, they where getting foggy and I was getting tired. I couldn't feel it, only feel the bliss of knowing that it was going to be the end. I never saw Magnus, Alec, Izzy and Jace walking in. Never saw there horrified expressions. Never heard Izzy scream of Alec shout.