Shattered》Shadowhunters (Discontinued)

Promise Me

Ok, everything seems normal. I don't have scales. I don't have green eyes. No talons. My eyes never left my own reflection as I checked myself over. There isn't a sign of a dragon coming out of me. I turned to check my back in case I magically decided to sprout some wings. Nothing.

I heard someone clap from behind. I looked up to see Stark at the doorway, that really stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"You can feel it, can you?" he asked as he slowly entered my room. Ohh, I wish I could wipe the look off his face.

"I don't feel anything," I lied. "There's nothing happening to me."

He tilted his head to the side as he gave me a mock out. "Come on, Sam. You don't have to lie to me." He grabbed my shoulders. "Why don't you look again?"

Stark slowly turned me around. There was nothing there. I'm still the same old me. I'm still Samantha Herondale. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Sister to Jace Herondale.

"Look harder," Stark practically snapped. "Close your eyes and look again." I listened to him and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes, but my mouth flew wide open as I looked at myself again.

Blood. My eyes were dripping with blood. But not the color of regular blood...black blood. There was actually black blood coming out of my eyes. My eyes grew more wide while my breathing came out more rapidly. Stark chuckled behind me as I brought my hands up and tried to wipe the blood off. But it was like the more I tried to wipe off, the more blood came out.

"No, no, no," I repeated. I wiped my eyes harshly this time, ignoring the sting in my eyes. "This isn't happening. It can't be happening."

"Oh, it's happening, sweetheart," Stark chuckled. He leaned down till he was close to my ear. "And this is only the beginning."

I shook my head as I tried to get rid of the blood. Stark let out this maniacal laugh. That horrible laugh filling my head until I couldn't take it anymore. The only way I could get rid of it was for me to scream. Which is what I did. I screamed as I brought my fist up and punched the mirror. My mirror cracked. My breathing came out more heavy as my room door opened. Jace ran in and started to scan the room with his seraph up.

"Sam," he called out. His gaze found my bloodied knuckles. His eyes widen. "Oh, my god." He dropped his blade and rushed over. "What happened?"

"Nothing, Jace. I'm fine," I lied.

Jace raised his brow at me. "Really? Because my sister screaming bloody murder while holding her bleeding hand is not the definition of fine."

I glared at him. "Oh, and you waking up in the middle of the night is any different."

"It is."

"How?"

"Cause I'm the one that's suppose to worry about you. Not the other way around."

I felt my eye twitch. "So,  I can't worry about you?"

"Exactly."

This time I gave him a look. "So, I can't worry about you, but it's ok for Clary to?" I stood my ground. "Or it's ok for her to know what the hell happen to you in Idris?" Who the hell does he think he is? I know something happened to him. The pain...I never felt anything like it before.

He gave me a stern look. "Nothing happened to me, Sam."

Right? I gave a sarcastic chuckle. "Wow, that is total bullshit. You and I both know that."

Jace grabbed my bleeding hand. Now that I've got a good look, there were a few glass shards inside. Jace's gaze softened as he motioned for me to sit on the bed. I sighed as I did. I'm too tired to fight with him anyways.