I'm going to be naming chapters from now on! Hope y'all enjoyed last chapter.
On Monday morning Clary woke to a big thud. She jumped up into a sitting position. She freaked when Jace wasn't beside her.
"Ow." She heard Jace groan for the side of the bed.
She crawled over to the edge of the bed and looked over. There lay Jace on his back, rubbing his elbow.
"You right there?" Clary said trying to holding back a giggle.
"Just dandy, Angel." Jace said sarcastically.
Clary couldn't hold back the giggle. She sat back on the bed and looked at the clock, 7:12am, it read.
"Well it's Monday and early. We may as well go to school." Clary suggested as Jace pulled himself into a sitting position on the floor.
"You sure, Angel? We don't have to." Jace said worriedly.
Clary sighed, "while lounging around with you is great, I've gotta face the crowd sooner or later." Clary said.
"Only if your okay with it, Angel." Jace said, taking her hands in his.
Clary looked into his eyes and nodded.
45 minutes they where both ready. Jace kept some clothes at Clary's since her mom was away until Saturday. She wore a black skirt with a lace layering, a dark blue flowy shirt and her dark blue Chuck Taylor's. Her red curls hanging freely down to her waist.
"I love it how you can wear a skirt and Chuck Taylor's and still look cool while doing it." Jace joked.
"Oh hush you." Clary said, poking her tongue out.
Jace wore what he usually did, jeans and a tight shirt.
"Don't you get hot in jeans?" Clary asked curiously.
"Not really no." Jace said shrugging his shoulders.
Clary grabbed her bag and they headed down stairs to her truck. Clary swung herself up into the drivers seat. Clary parked in the students parking lot and swung herself out. Jace and Clary walked towards the building side by side.
Clary thought people where staring at her. A few heads turning here and there. She pushed it off. Groups of people turning and looking at Jace and Clary. She tried to push it up. She walked closer to Jace, trying too seek safety. Jace laced his fingers with hers and squeezed her hands in reassurance. Then she heard the hushed whispers kicking in, everyone watching her as she walked past. She couldn't catch quite what people where saying but she knew it wouldn't be good.
Jace pushed through the crowds, pulling Clary with behind him. They finally emerged into the courtyard, where they found everyone. They all looked surprised to see Clary and Jace.
"What are you doing here?" Izzy asked surprised.
Clary unlaced her fingers with Jace and crossed her arms, "why the HELL haven't you told me that people have been gossiping about me!" Clary exclaimed.
Izzy looked taken aback, as did everyone else.
Izzy opened her mouth, Clary cut her off, "and don't you dare try and lie to me!" Clary said her voice wavering.
Even Emma looked shocked, she tucked away whatever knife she played with and sat there.
Jace grabbed Clary hand, lacing his fingers back with hers. She looked at him gratefully. He always knew when she needed him most, even her feet needed help to stay planted on earth.
"Clary, I'm so sorry. But I didn't want to ruin everything. It was all perfect on Saturday and me and the others couldn't bring ourselves to do it. I'm sorry. We're all sorry." Izzy said, pleading in her voice.
Clary sighed, "I know Izzy. But it would have been nice to be prepared. That stands for all of you." Clary said, pointing at all of them.
They all apologised.
Clary dragged Jace off to their first class. Double period Art. As they walked through the hallways everyone turned and stared. Clary was confused though, why would everyone be staring at her? And gossiping? Was it about the incident at the party? But it seemed like something more.
Clary and Jace settled down in their Art class at the back of the room. Clary still had her fingers laced with Jace's and she didn't let go even as they sat there.
"Do you know what their gossiping about?" Clary asked Jace, frowning and looking around at the room full of shocked, gossiping classmates.
"I know as much as you do, Angel." Jace said.
"It seems like more than the whole Sebastian thing though." Clary said, biting the inside of her lip.
"Hey, look me, Angel." Jace said, squeezing her hand, "don't worry about it. They're probably just rumours." He said reassuringly.
"Your probably right." She said giving him a small reassuring smile.
Clary and Jace spent the rest of class joking around, chatting and sketching like they usually did. The rest of the day went like it started, people watching Clary and Jace, gossiping and whispering as they passed. Clary ignored it until she walked into maths, with Jace by her side. She stopped mid-step, feeling her legs swaying underneath her she clutched tighter on Jace's hand. Jace stiffened beside her, ready to pounce at any moment.
Sebastian's head turned their way, fear flickered across his eyes but was soon replaced with smugness. All he had to show from Jace beating the absolute shit out of him was a small white scare on the side of his forehead near his temple.
A smug smile pulled at Sebastian's lips, "come back for more?" He said in a mocking tone.
The people surrounding him laughed.
Jace slid his hand out of hers and cracked his knuckles.
"No. Have you come back for more?" Jace growled.
A crowd started to form around Clary, Jace and Sebastian. The whole crowed went "ooooooooooo".
"So you two are a couple now? I knew she slept around, but jeez, that quick." Sebastian said, a sly smile showing on his face.
"First of all, it's none of your business. And seriously this is what all this staring and gossiping is about? Because you are calling me slut? Because you tried to rape me!" Clary snarled at him, stepping forward.
Sebastian's jaw clenched shut. The whole crowd went silent for a moment before whispering started.
Sebastian recovered himself, "Whatever gets you through the day, and you think that's all I'm spreading about you?" Sebastian said, a roaring laugh following.
"What the fuck do you mean?" Jace growled, from beside Clary.
"Oh, well it's better I tell you now it's it? The whole school knows about your daddy problems. Your back. Your scars. The belting you always coped." At Clary's obvious whiting face he laughed and added, "the whole school knows, how you where such a naughty girl and invited Jace up to your bedroom, and your daddy punished you. Oh Clary, Clary, Clary." He said mockingly.
The group surrounding them had grown, some jeering 'smash him, Jace!' Others jeering for Sebastian.
Clary's legs felt weak beneath her, her breathing had grown heavy and harsh and the eyes continued to bore into her with different judgements. She stumbled back and grabbed onto the wall behind her for support.
Jace didn't move. He looked like a feral dog ready to attack. Sebastian stood up, mouth opens ready to say something else when Jace smashed him in the jaw, the impact resulted with a sickening crack. Sebastian fell to the floor, holding his most probably broken jaw, Jace ready to attack again when Emma, Izzy, Simon and Jules pushed through the crowd.
Emma's eyes looking like ragging oceans in a storm, her long blond her pulled back and braided. Clary knew that look, Emma was definitely getting in on this fight. Izzy and Simon ran over to Clary while Jules stood behind Emma whispering something into her ear before she let loose. Jace stepped back to watch Emma in motion.
She slammed her combat boots into Sebastian's guts before hauling him up by his collar and slamming him back down on a desk, his head smashing back onto the desk. The whole crowd was shouting "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Emma pulled him off the table, letting his body smash back down onto the ground. Sebastian tried to struggle, to his feet, but Emma smashed her boot straight down on his back, making him fall face down onto the hard floor. A teacher pushed through the crowd, just as Emma started punching Sebastian over and over again. The teacher attempted to pull Emma off, but one teacher wasn't enough. About 6 other teachers emerged through the crowd, pulling Emma off Sebastian's pummelled body. They restrained her after many minutes of her screaming and swearing, kicking and punching. They pulled her down the hall, Jules trailing behind.
Clary hadn't notice but Jace and Izzy where the only people keeping her standing. Clary felt her legs moving beneath her, but she barely registered where she was being led until Jace made her climb into the passengers seat of her truck. Clary leaned her head on the door window as Jace drove to Clary's house.
Jace led Clary up to her room and laid her down on her bed. He walked out of the room to call someone, his mom. Clary got up from her bed and quickly changed into a pair of short black cotton shorts and a dark blue singlet and sat on the edge of her bed.
She wasn't sure what she should do. Cry? Scream? What? So she did nothing.
Jace walked back into her room and crouched down I front of her.
"I need to race home quickly, Angel. Will you be alright for a little while?" Jace asked, cupping her cheeks in his hand.
Clary nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
As soon as she heard the front door close Clary let the tears out. She cried like she never had before. She pounded her fists onto the bed beside her, standing up and ripping the sheets off, flinging them across the room. She kicked her door into the walk, screaming and crying with rage. She crouched down into a ball on the floor, everything flowing through her head.
Everyone knew, everything and they thought she was a slut. Everyone knew about her father abusing her. Everyone knew about her scarred back. All the scars. Every single one. Everyone knew about what had happened at the party but took Sebastian's side on it. Sebastian tried to rape her. RAPE her. And they just believed she was a slut.
It sunk through her head like poison. She had been violated. She felt violated, and everyone knew she felt violated. Yet no one did any thing. No one cared. Who would care about Clary? Who?
Clary picked herself up off the floor and went to the bathroom and cleaned her face, rubbing away every tears that had fallen. She went over to her desk and grabbed her pencil, meaning to sketch but she couldn't. Se sat there, pencil in one hand, sharpener in the other. She tapped the sharpener against the table. She dropped the pencil, but continued tapping the sharpener. She switched it into her right hand, staring at it, at the blade.
Clary quickly tried to dismiss the thought that popped into her head. She was 2 years clean. She didn't want to go back to her old habits. She didn't want to relapse. She couldn't relapse. Not again. She couldn't put everyone through that again. Jace didn't even know. She didn't want him too.
She dropped the sharpener, running her thumb over the white scar the ran parallel from her wrist and about 7cm long, on her left wrist. It bulged out slightly, but wasn't too noticeable. She remembered the feeling of a sharp blade running across her skin. She remembered the time when it all got to much and she cut 'the right way'. She remembered she blood spilling out everywhere. She remembered feeling no fear towards death. She remembered the darkness sucking her in, pulling her under.
Clary's eyes flickered to the blade in the sharpener. The shiny, sharp blade. She grabbed the sharpener, unscrewing the screw that secured the blade to the metal. She freed the blade and held it in her hand for several moments before locking herself in the bathroom.
She sat down on the floor, pulling up her pants, revealing her high thigh. She couldn't do it on her wrists, too noticeable. She pulled the blade across her skin and sliced through her skin. She did it several times, 6 cuts running horizontal underneath each other, each oozing red blood. Clary tipped her head back as the endorphins ran through her body, pulling her away from all the emotional pain.
She sat there holding a bloody blade in her hand, cherishing the small moment of 'happiness'.
It never lasted long, but while the endorphins ran through her body, she didn't worry about anything.
She let herself drift off.
Forgetting about everything.
It was just Clary.
Hey guys...don't hate me...but this is what I've had planned all along. Don't stop reading! Please! Just trust me, okay? And I'll make a promise...CLACE NEXT CHAPTER!