Broken Angel (TMI Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve of Broken Angel-Power

Clary's POV

I break myself into nothing when I am mourning. And I piece myself back together in the morning. Only to do it again and again. I am an artist of unfinished catastrophes. 

I am a wolf; a wolf who wonders if it is beautiful as looks upon the moon while howling in grief. I am a wolf mourning the loss of its warmth, the coat that made it fearless skin, hidden from harm. 

People loved her. She was taken from me, from her loved ones. And how unfair because she was the bright stars that light up the darken sky, she was the candle that lit up the darkness in a room. She was the sun itself. 

I was trapped. My soul cries out in anguish, my heart bleeds with pain. 

It felt like so long ago when she was alive talking to me about her brother. But it felt like a lifetime away when I held her lifeless body to mine. 

The little memories I had of her were the first to go; then her body. Foreign liquids spewed from my eyes. The inability to talk as I watch the last of your breath seep out. You were at peace; but I was not. I was broken, shattered never to be put back together again. 

You didn't deserve this; nobody did, but especially not you. You were good at heart. I should of been able to protect you, but I failed.

And as I walk out of the coffee shop, limping and blood seeping from my side, holding your lifeless body to mine, I cried. Not from the pain but from the loss.

I looked down at her pale form. Her yellow sundress was now red from blood. Her lips blue. And her hair dangling from my arms. 

It was weird seeing her looking like she was at peace but the deep red gash on her throat said other wise. The gash spoke of violence and hatred. It spoke of anything but peace. 

I was numb to people screaming and trying to get away from the now burning cafe. I could hear police sirens in the distance. They would be surprised at the chaos that was left behind.

Cars were flipped over, buildings burned, people lying dead on the ground. I now knew I was not human anymore, because no human could cause all this destruction. 

I now walk bare foot carrying the now deceased girl in my arms back to the Institute.

I looked down at the girl and whispered, " I am so sorry Aubery."

10 minutes earlier___________________

"Sebastian." I said bitterness leaking out of my voice.

"Don't act too excited to see me, little sister." He said leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. I felt a shivers run down my body from his touch.

I struggled for a moment in his arms, trying with all my might to get out of his reach.

I finally landed a hit on his face, blood splattered out of his nose. He made a dissatisfied grunt and held my waist harder, picked me up, and threw me down on one of the tables. Hard.

I heard Aubery scream in the distance and footsteps coming towards me. I sat up and started to cough loudly. Blood dripped out of my mouth as I looked back at Sebastian.

"Get the FUCK away from me!"  I growled in pure rage. But all he did was rolled his eyes and picked me up.

"Language, my dear sister." He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Please we don't want any trouble. Just let us go." Said Aubery in a worry tone.