“Claryy…” A voice so angel like disturbed the dreamless sleep I was currently in, “wakey – wakey Clary, time to get up and move.” The bed dipped at the bottom and creaked under the weight of the extra person, “I know your awake missy come on open those pretty little eyes of yours” his hand tickled at my cheek, his breath brushed over my face like a blast of hot air causing a soft sigh to leave my lips and my eyes to flutter open, “Morning Bay” sitting up slowly, stretching listening to the clicks and cracks coming from my bones as they straightened after a long night I looked over and smiled at the boy sitting on the bottom of my bed, his blonde hair messed up and frizzy from just waking up, his outfit which consisted of an old football thermal and pj bottoms proved he had literally just rolled out of bed, “What clay? Have I got something on my face? You’re staring again?” at the mention of me staring my eyes flicked down as the heat rushed to my face, a giggle escaping my lips, “yes right here” with a large smile on my face I smacked him right in the forehead pushing him back out of my face and quickly running into the bathroom before he could catch me, “Ooh I’ll get you clay just you wait you little minx.” His voice – Bailey - my best friend, ‘ex best friend bitch.’ The voice in the back of my head sneered as the memories of me and Bailey rushed to the surface, all the laughs, jokes, pranks, movie nights. They were gone, all of it, all the happiness faded from my mind as images of his face haunted with fear screamed at me, the emptiness left in his eyes shone through like a bright light in a dark place, the strangled scream escaping his mouth was the last ever sound he made.
“Clary!” with a frightened scream I shot up in my bed, cold sweat ran down my face soaking my clothes and the bedding beneath me, my hands shaking as vomit rose in my mouth, the voice carried on playing in my mind his face pale and fragile was all I could see. Raising from the now damp bed I made my way across the room, chills running down my spine from the temperature change, the cold floor making my toes curl, my once warm body now crave the warm covers my sticky forehead was screaming out for a shower. The alarm clock bleeped as the time showed 00:01 the wind blew softly outside so no sound could be heard but me breathing and the patter of my bare feet as against the wooden floor.
After collecting a change of clothes and underwear I locked myself in the bathroom turning on the shower and waiting for the steam to cloud my vision.
The lights flickered once, twice then turned off. My breath was caught in my throat, ' it's all in your head clary, it's all in your head ' but this wasn't like the dream I had just woken from, it wasn't some horrendous blast from the past, this was happening and the little voice in the back of my head told me that it wouldn't matter how hard I pinched myself, I was already awake.
Stumbling around in the darkness I tried to find the towel or something to cover my now naked and wet body from the harsh winds coming from under my door now the hot water has turned off. My hand came in touch with the soft material of my white towel handing from the towel rack, it was slightly damp from the condensation the steam created but it was warm and acted as a shield as I once again stumbled around the damp room in search for the light switch. Instead of feeling of the light switch should have been.
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The voices
МистикаThe voices got to her head, got to her, ruined her life, and changed her way of living. Death followed Clary everywhere she went. Anyone she got close to left in the most inhumane ways possible.
