ALL THE STORIES ARE TRUE - vol. 1

~ clary x alec; part 1 ~

a/n - this one is gonna be weird- not like the others are weird- but this is gonna be kind of angsty and maybe fluff. who knows lmao also trigger warning, there is relatively descriptive mention of death and murder so if you are uncomfortable with it, i recommend you skip this mini-story  

Clary POV

She opened her apartment door. It was dead silent, a change from the sounds of life that typically bleed through her windows. Before she stepped inside, she noticed a scent. 

Smells like roses. How strange, I don't remember having anything rose-scented. Must be a florist outside. Clary thought to herself as she pulled the keys from her door and stepping inside. Locking herself in.

Rose petals scattered the floor in the lounge and kitchen. He had found Clary.

Oh no. Please- dear God- let this be Simon and not Him. Simon was Clary's boyfriend, he was planning on proposing soon. Or so Clary thought. 

Clary's footsteps padded through the flat, first to her bedroom. All was silent, but one thing was off. The window, I never open that window. Clary immediately knew it wasn't Simon. She could hear her heart beating nearly out of her chest. She heard a choked gasp coming from her closet. 

Oh no. Who- what- is in my flat right now?!

On instinct, she grabbed the dagger from her bedside table only to find it not there. 

Despite no defence mechanism other than her bare hands, she still scuttled over to the closet and flung the door open. She did not expect or know how to react to what she saw.

a/n - OoooooooOOooOooOOooOOOo spoopy cliffhanger but this is a short story so i have to finish this in one chapter, or i could make it a multi-part series. or make it it's own series who knows. but im going to keep on with this a/n just to keep ya'll in suspense. How are you? make sure you're staying hydrated. in 2020 it's hydrate or diedrate. are you eating enough? if you haven't eaten within the past 5 hours, go get a snack, or eat a meal. this bad fic can wait. take care of yourself okay?  i hope you've gotten some water or tea and maybe a snack, bc i've made some decisions in this fervour of self-care reminders. this is going to be a multi-part story but im not going to end the chapter here, ya'll get a bit more shitty writing. 

Clary's POV still 

She flung the closet door to a rather gruesome sight. 

Simon. Clary's throat closed up but she ignored the feeling to face the problem at hand.

"Simon! Oh my god!-" 

"C-cla-Clary," Simon choked.

"Simon. I need you to shut up." Clary picked Simon up as he winced as he was in immense pain. "Oh no no no no. Oh god," Clary fell apart, her voice quivering as tears spilt over her terrified face, "Y-you're bleeding!" 

"Clary!" Simon shouted, but immediately regretted it as he curled up on the bed that Clary placed him on. "I'm fine!"

"You're obviously not! You're bleeding out from your stomach for fuck's sake!" Clary takes the sheet on the bed and gently applies pressure to the gaping wound in Simon's stomach. "Simon, baby, stay with me. Everything will be okay."

Simon fighting to stay awake looked to Clary, "How do you know everything will be okay? What if it's not okay? What will you do then?" His voice wavering, trying to hold back tears of pain and sadness. 

"Don't say that. It will be fine." She tried to push away the doubt in her mind, but it fought back making it's way to the front. 

"D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" Simon had lost control, he knew what was coming so he welcomed this with open arms.

"Nononononononono- Simon, who did this to you?" She had cracked, tears streaming down her face, trying to maintain her usual composure to keep Simon alive. 

"Y-you know wh-who did this C-Clary. I-it was h-hi-him." Clary was full of all different emotions right now, she wanted to find Alec and skin that piece of shit psychopath alive, but she needed to keep Simon alive. 

" It was my fault. I know it was my fault. I'm going to die tonight and there is nothing you can do to stop it. I love you so much, Clary. You made me feel loved and wanted and for that, I'll always love you."

And like that, the fire in his eyes faded away. Dead, that's what Simon is now. Dead.

                                                                          "SIMON!!!!!!!!!!"