Blood In The Water

Chapter 2 ~ Clary

Why can't he see how much he hurts me?

Every time he teases me, jokes around. I understand that he struggles with emotions, but can't he see someone other than himself and his enjoyment for just a second?

I sit with the cry echoing through my head almost as much as the word why.

Why have so many meanings, why me, why do this, why make me go through everything, why couldn't I just be human?

And more than all, why can't he see that I'm the same as he is.

I stand up from my seat on the bed and walk over to my closet, grabbing my armor and checking to make sure he's not here before slipping it on.

I guess he realized that I need time...

Hopefully.

I grab my sword from its position in my book bag and sheath it into its Hollister built into the back of my armor.

I look around our humble "home." The random marks on the walls and floor from training sessions. His bed across from mine. The wall of weapons and small dots of blood scattering the floor. I really need to clean when I get back, don't I?

Slipping out the back door, I sigh at the fresh air from the woods. One of the nice parts of loving in the south is that we live right in the middle of a large forest.

A large, highly deadly forest, but a forest nonetheless.

I walk down the well-worn path until it splits into many, ignoring all the previously trailed sections and allowing myself to get lost in the falling leaves.

Growls can be heard from behind me, and I smile, finally some action. I slowly take out my sword, the sharp sound of metal filling the air.

Leaves rattle, and I feel a weight sliding down my back, knocking me to the ground. I immediately spin with a smirk, slicing through the air to get the monstrosity off of me.

Once I successfully have 2 demon halves I get up, wiping the stray dirt from my armor and sighing at how sadly easy it was, I wanted more of a challenge to get my mind off of everything that's going on.

I guess we can't all get what we want, whether it comes to demons or men.

Wait, men? No. Boys, stupid immature boys.

I spend hours hiking until the sun is setting and a gorgeous golden aura fills the air around me. I ignore the buzz that's been coming from my phone since I'm assuming he got home.

Doesn't he have some dirt to clean off his clothes? Because I sure as heck ain't doing it and I hope it takes him a while.

I know it's only going to get worse once the sun sets, and my aggression is mainly gone, just stray tears leaking down my face and onto my armor.

Knowing how to deal with emotions properly? Couldn't be me.

The hike back should only take about a half hour, so I have the perfect amount of time to come up with snarky remarks and stupid comments to hide how upset I truly am.

I'm about halfway home when I hear a stick crack behind my back, I turn immediately recognize one of the more recently discovered demons. Highly aggressive with the ability to burn you with simply a touch.

Now I'm really excited.

With every passing second, the tension in the air increases until it seems unbearable, then it strikes. Jumping from the shadows, I pull my sword up to meet it.

Unsurprisingly, it dodges last second just for us to get into a slow spinning standoff. How unbelievably not cliche, hmm?

It lunges at my side and knocks me to the ground, hand gripping my throat as I scream and push them it off of me. Once I have it on the ground, all it was is a simple slash to the chest, and their gone.

After a shockingly boring fight I'm sweating and out of breath but finally almost home, the sun has set at this point atleast so the cool fall breeze sweeps through my hair and wipes the sweat from my face. I get to the forest line behind the church , and Jade is coming out the back door in armor, walking twords the forest line.

For some reason, they do something to me, and the butterflies cut through my tears, I hide silently behind a tree and stalk the oncoming boy.

His movements are positive and necessary, and he comes upon my footsteps, sighing he follows my trail before I jump out and shout his name with a laugh.

He turns around, surprise and relief evident in his features before he goes blank again, turning around the go inside.

"Oh Jadeeeee~"

My voice echoes through the leaves as he responds without looking back. "What do you want" "oh cmon, admit your happy im not hurt" I know it's a lie from the obvious bruising in my side and throat, the burns, aswell as dried blood on the side of my face but he hasn't even really looked at me, he couldn't know, just admit it Jade, admit I win.

"I'll admit that you scared the hell out of me. I'll admit that I thought you ended up hurt, and I couldn't do anything. I'll admit that I stood on the porch waiting for you to get back so that I could apologize. And I'll even admit that I saw the teardrops that led a trail through the church, and I wiped them away with my shoe so that I didn't have to see them. Why are you wondering? Because im a wimp without you, Clary. I need you."

"Are you finally happy with yourself?"

I walked in silence behind him, listening. He deserved something bad, but did I go too far just because I was scared?

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Word count: 971

Hello lovelies!!! Chapter 2 has finally arrived!!! This was so fun to write and I'm so happy with how it's going, though this poor relationship just isn't going to well 🤣 I love you all, drink something, eat something, and I'll see you in the next chapter!!!