Behind the Shower Curtains (Revised)

Sugar Coated

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING..except the story

Clary

"Fuck, this is just perfect" Isabelle said, looking up at the bright florescent lights that shined on the crime scene in front of me. I could see his blood trickle into the grout, the same way Megan's pooled in the cracks of my fathers marble floor. With the last shred of logic still available to me, I managed to pull together a story and work up the courage to ask for confirmation.

"Wh-What did he do?"I asked her, and I could see her hold back tears.

"The fuck do you care?" She spat, scrubbing her knuckles harder. The blood wasn't coming off them, but I don't think she realized it was because her knuckles were split open. "He tried to get away with something he couldn't" She growled, scrubbing harder. I swallow the lump of fear in my throat and walk up to her, turning the faucet off. I grab the paper towels behind her and press them to her knuckles, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Are you ok? like other than this" I motioned to her hand. "..did he-,"

"Of course not." She spat, looking away from me, and down at his unconscious body.

"We should call someone," I said, placing her healthy hand on the paper towels so she could keep pressure on her knuckles.

"Who are you gonna call?" She asked, her voice surprisingly full of strength, almost anger.

"The police.." I said, who else was I supposed to call? She rolled her eyes, groaning as she snatched my phone out of my hands.

"That's your answer for everything isn't it?" She was beyond irritated, she clearly felt as though I was the most useless person on the planet, and I just stood there, incredulous to her anger, proving her right. She reaches into her pocket and begins to call someone as she buttons up her jeans, ignoring her injured hand, her shirt still torn.

"Jace....Something happened" She hesitated, looking down at the sink that was stained with streaks of blood. "...Im in the girls bathroom near Mr.Kronks Bio lab" She closed her eyes tightly, turning away from the blood. I turned to look at the boy on the floor, I could see his chest slowly rising and falling, confirming he's still alive. "...yeah...No don't get Alec...Maybe get Carl or something...Yeah... Thanks" She hung up, and her knuckles were all bloody again.

"You need to keep putting pressure on this." I told her as I took her hand. Her cuts were deep, she was gonna need stitches..maybe even surgery. "You need to see a doctor.." She simply rolled her eyes at me.

"Look, thanks for playing hero or whatever...but I know what I'm doing, you can go ahead and run back to class." She said, completely uninterested. The fact that she wasn't rolling on the floor crying was impressive based on her injuries. She flicks her wrist, motioning me to leave, right as she does, I hear the bathroom door swings open, and in comes Jace, he looked surprised to see me.

"Clary?" He breathed, then looked at Isabelle " what's she doing here?" Jace asked, Isabelle rolled her eyes, placing her hands on the sink.

"She was just leaving..." Isabelle replied, glaring at me. I sighed and decided that since Jace was here, It was probably safe for me to leave her.

"Alright.." I mumbled, and turned to Jace. "She has really bad slices on her knuckles...she should get them checked out." I told him, and left them be.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I passed Carl who was walking in, his glare lingered as I walked out. My full bladder was no longer a priority, I walked into the classroom and sat down at my desk. I couldn't muster up the will to take notes, so I decided to sketch instead.