A Night [In Just One Night So Much Can Change]

Chapter 7

"Clary...she attempted suicide." I heard Jonah say

Everything around me started spinning. The only words I could hear were the words Jonah had just spoken. I began to feel dizzy. I started crying. The girl I love. The possibility I could lose her. I was scared and upset. And any emotion that anyone can be in this type of situation. Slowly I began to come back to my senses. Aware of my surroundings again. I could hear the loud sobs of Corbyn, Jack and Daniel. Jonah was trying his best not to break. I knew I was crying harder then anyone possibly could. I put my head down in my knees. Thinking of anything I could have done to drive her to this. Blaming myself was my only option. I shouldn't of tied her and Corbyn's doorknobs together. When she screamed I should have let her out. I sat there for hours crying. I could her the boys crying. All of them. Jonah finally broke. Logan came after a while. Just him no vlog camera. No nothing. He cried for a while too. And he tried to find out any information he could but nothing. They would only give information out to family and none of us were family. So we were left in the dark.

Corbyn's POV

We tried our best to get any information on her current state. They wouldn't tell us anything. Stupid rules. They wouldn't tell anyone but family. We didn't know anyone apart of her family. And when they pulled up her file on the computer nothing came up about family. And then I remembered it. The picture. I got up from my chair and asked Jonah for the keys. He handed me the keys and I ran. I ran to the car. I unlocked the car doors and opened the passenger door. I looked around and I couldn't find it. I looked on the floor, under the seat, on the seat. Then I checked the side of the seat. I looked there and guess what. It's there. I took the picture out from it. I looked at the picture for a good five minutes before making my way to the hospital again. Of course I closed the door and locked the car again. I'm not that much of an idoit. I got back into the hospital and sat down in the chair again. I held the picture in my hands debating whether or not I should tell the guys. I eventually decided it would be best if I did tell them.

"Guys." I say

They all look up and right at me.

"Yes Corbyn." Jack says

"When I found Clary she was holding this picture in her arms." I say

I show them the picture and their eyes widen as they recognize the people in the picture.

*Meanwhile*

Clary's POV

The world around me was dark. I could hear voices and screams. I couldn't recognize them. It's been like this for what seems like hours. Suddenly everything turns white. I see figures moving around. Floating or flying. They all wore white clothing. They were all different ages, shapes and genders. A woman walked or flew over towards me. She put her hand on my shoulder. I look up at her. She looks familiar but I can't quite recognize her. She looked old, about in her late 70s or early 80s. Her touch was cold. Yet some how still warm. When looked in my eyes it's like she knew me. When she finally spoke her voice was so sweet and soft.

"Nice to meet you Clarissa." She says

"Nice to meet you too. Not trying to be rude or anything, but who are you?" I ask

"It's okay that you don't remember me. You were only very very little when we met." She says

She takes a deep breath.

"I'm your Grandmother." She says

I immediately hug her and she seemed shocked at first but she hugged me back. I felt safe in her arms. Something I've only ever felt a few times. We pull away from each and smile. This smile was one of the biggest smiles that I have ever smiled. I feel happy.

"Where am I?" I ask

"Well I technically don't know the right term for it. But I'm dead and you're ." She says

"I'm what?" I ask
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So this is the seventh chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out who the people in the picture are and what Clary is. Byeeee!
-SJ
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[September 16th 2017]