Remember Me - The Mortal Instruments - Clace Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Is This All My Fault?

(A/N - Hopefully you like it if you are one of the few people actually reading this. At least you're reading and I'm happy for that. Please let me know what you think! And please don't hate me!)

 "Actually," Izzy begins very slowly like it's painful for her to speak, "I have had that happen. And there are still things missing. Next time you're going to say something, Jace choose your words wisely."

 Without saying another word Jace leaves the room in a rush.

 So that's what his name is; Jace. I should know everyone in this room, but I don't. I wish I knew how I could reverse this. I feel like I've done something wrong and have made everyone upset.

 "I'm so sorry...." I say quietly, "I didn't mean for this to happen."

 "Oh Clary," Izzy comforts me, "It's just Jace. He's being the arrogant asshole that he is."

 She attempts a fake smile but fails, so instead of smiling she looks like she's cringing. I twiddle with my fingers, unsure of what to say. I don't think that there is anything to say.

 "Anyhow," Marsye says with a strained cheerful voice, "we've agreed that you can stay here or you can go and stay with your parents. It's all up to you, but in the meantime why don't we show you your room.

 "Okay," I replied. It's the only answer I can manage lately.

 Maryse and Isabelle lead me to the part of the "Institute" where the sleeping quarters are. They lead me to a room and they open the door. I step inside and I'm taken back by what I see. I see lots of pictures pinned to the walls. I stop and look at them. I see me and other people some of them I just meet downstairs and others are foreign to me. I should be able to recall all of these memories at will. All of these people, places, and events. No matter how hard I try I come up black. With each picture I pass when I try to remember I think I have something. A glimpse of something even, but then it slips through my fingers. Like it's like water.

 I go over to a desk that in the room and I open it's drawers. I see lots of art supplies other items that look different, a sketch book, and a few more pictures. I guess I can say I used to be an artist.

 "You can get yourself situated if you like. If you need any of us we'll be in the kitchen," Maryse says as she walks out.

 I expected Izzy to go out with her but she stayed and closed the door. She goes and sits down on the bed and stares at the floor.

 "You really don't remember anything?" She asks, her voice hollow.

 "I-I don't Izzy. I'm sorry," I tell her as I sit down beside her, "I guess we could re meet each other and become friends again. Not saying if you did, but if you did do something wrong maybe you can start over since I don't remember any of it. We can have a stronger relationship I guess."

 She lets out of forced laugh with no emotion behind it, "our past, what we've been through, how much we suffered made us tighter. Stronger even.Understanding each other, but now. To you none of that exists. Nothing that happened never even happened."

 "Then tell me what happened. Maybe I can remember. I WANT to remember."

 "I don't think I can. Not because I don't want to, but there's so much, and it's too painful to recall it. I remember that we could look at each other and sort of read each other's mind. Sort of understand what the other one was thinking, let alone feeling at times. Now that's all gone..."

 I don't know how she's trying to make me feel, or let alone if she's trying to make me feel like anything. I don't know if she's saying that it's my fault, or if she's just saying whats on her mind.