Tmi high- The Mortal Instruments Fanfic

TMI High 16

Isabelle's pov.

I stand in front of Simons house and stare up at it. How am I supposed to get up there. Maybe I'll try the rock trick again.

I throw a rock at his window, hoping Clary gave me the right window. It hit the window hard. I leap away as it shatters and rains down on the street below. Oh no I think. That is not what I wanted to happen at all. The light in Simons room turns on. I freeze. I see another light come on on the other side of the house. I can't move. I look over at Clary's house. I find her staring out the window with an "I warned you" look on her face.

"Run!" she whispers loudly. I nod and take off down the street. I look back every few step wondering if Simon knows it was me. I wonder if he will ever talk to me again. I keep running and running until I run out of breath. I am almost to my house.

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I walk into the front door of my house and run into my room. I sit down on my bed and look at myself in the mirror. I had not noticed I had been crying. There is blood trickling down my arm and a glass shard protruding from one of the cuts. I look as if I had been part of a murder, with my arms and back spotted with blood, and my hair, matted and tangled, stuck to my forehead with sweat.

I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror again. I am going to have to pull the glass out. Just then, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Clary?" I say. Standing in the hallway is Clary with her arms folded and a disappointed look on her face.

"I told you it was a bad idea." she said pushing her way into my room. "by the way, you didn't close your front door. That's kind of dangerous, don't you think?" She looks at me in concern now. "You really look terrible." she says. "Lets get you cleaned up. No one has to know this happened." She smiles.

"You're such a good friend." I say smiling.

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I get out of the shower and Clary is waiting for me on my bed. She walks past me into the bathroom and looks in the shower. She frowns. The little bit of blood that came from my cuts mixed with the water looks like a whole lot more blood than there actually is.

"We need to clean this out later." she says looking over at me. "But, lets take care of you first."

I nod and get supplies from the bathroom.

I come out with bandages, tweezers, a washcloth, and some cut cleaner. "You might not want to watch this." I say holding up the tweezers. She cringes and turns away. I hold my breath and pinch the tweezers around the glass. A searing pain goes through me. I bite down hard and pull it out. A sharp pain goes all the way up my arm and I let out a scream. Clary looks at me with a startled look.

"They're going to wake up!" She whispers and runs for the closet. I run after her. I get in just as the door flys open.

"I could've sworn I heard her." I hold my breath as Alec says this. Jace is standing next to him.

"Me too, but shes not here." Jace says. I feel Clary stiff with tension next to me.

"This is the about the third time I have been woken up tonight!" Alec says. I wonder what the other two times were.

"Maybe it was outside." Jace says. "Now that I think of it, it didn't sound much like her at all." Alec agrees and stomps out of the room. Jace looks around and walks into the room. He shuts the door behind him. "Izzy, get out of the closet." He says. I hear Clary let out the breath she was holding. I open the door and Clary and I fall out on the the carpet of my room.

"There you go saving the day again." I say. He smiles and then his eyes fall on Clary. His eyes light up.

"Clary?" he says.

"Yeah?" she says brushing off her legs.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Well," She says matter of factly "I'm here to help your bleeding sister." He just now seems to notice the blood and I shrug.

"Go to bed Jace." I say wiping away blood from were the glass had come out.

"No!" He says. "You're bleeding! I'm not just going back to bed." He smiles. "I'll help. I'm gooding at cleaning up evidence."

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AN-

So, Who's ready for Cohf? I'm not. Not emotionally anyway.