Wings

Chapter 18: Lost Memories

S.P.O.V

I can't even begin to function. I wait as the metallic ding of fills my hearing as I sit down on my bed, and shift my body so I am leaning against the headboard of my bed. I wait as I hear the ending pings of the ringing, and hear as a metallic voice comes through the speaker. 

What isn't she picking up? 

I throw my phone onto my bed and start to pace around the room. Question flying around in my head. I groan. Why? What was so important that she couldn't answer her phone? The only other time that she hadn't answered was a couple of years ago, and it had been awful, and suddenly the memories overwhelm me, and I have no choice but to remember.

It was late summer and it seemed as if the world had stopped turning. Summer seemed endless and the smell of sunscreen and the intense humidity had covered anything and everything with a thin layer of sweat. I had been finishing up a summer project for my English class. My senior year was coming up and I was just ready to be done with school. I needed to focus more on my Shadowhunting skills, if I was ever going to be able to finally master those intense martial arts moves. I sat back in my desk chair and stared at my computer screen, trying to sift through my to-do list. I sigh.

Why is life so difficult? Ugh.

I pick up my phone and call Izzy, I wait and wait, and there was no reply. Crap.

Set my phone and instantly think of the worst possible answers to why she didn't pick. I try her again and again. Still no reply. I try her one last time, just in case.

Hey this was Izzy, I couldn't get to the phone, so leave a message at the end of the beep!

Dammit Izzy! Why aren't you answering? I pace around my room a couple more times and then rush out of my bedroom. I grab my leather jacket, phone, wallet, and keys. I rush around, making enough explosions of sound to make my mom come rushing into the kitchen, where I was throwing open cabinets, searching for my keys. 

"Why are you rushing around? I thought that you were enjoying life like a teenager, sleeping til' one and staying in your room until three in the morning on either your Xbox or laptop." She commented while watching me scramble around, searching for my keys. I snort at the memory, it took me ten minutes of looking, frustration, and hands-running-through-hair, for me to realize that they were in the jacket that I was wearing. 

By the time that I had gotten to the Institute, I had found Izzy sitting in her room, totally engrossed in a magazine. It would have been a totally normal thing for a teenage girl to do, if the magazine hadn't been the newest edition of Guns and Ammo. Normally I would have laughed and asked her if she was the man of the relationship. But now definitely wasn't a good time for that. She looked up at me right as I opened my mouth.

"Izzy! WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" I am practically screaming at her, but I don't care. I had been going through all the things that could have happened to her in my head, psyching myself out. 

Sensing that I was in a mood, she stood up and came over to me, and wrapped her arms around me.

I felt my anger wain and simmer down to a dull worry. I pull her into a hug and hold her in my arms. 

She pulls away a little and looks up at me. "Honestly Simon, you'd think that you would have more faith in me." She smiled and looked down at the floor.

I just chuckled a little, and pulled her back into my arms. Her dark eyes were steadily watching mine. "I think I should too."

I pulled her close, and leaned forward and my lips crash against hers. I kissed her with all the desperation I had felt when she hadn't picked up, and I felt her tongue start exploring my mouth, and the way that her body had fit perfectly against mine.

I found out later that a demon had destroyed her phone during a fight and that she had to get a new one. Way to over-react Simon! I scold myself, and I come back to the present. 

I need to get over to the Institute, and fast. I know something is wrong, can feel it in my bones. Besides if Izzy wasn't okay, I would never be able to forgive myself I hadn't been there for her. I rush around the kitchen again, like before. Grabbing all that I need, I rush out into the early morning, and into the city.

C.P.O.V

Everywhere and everything is a bursting bright white, and I am in an endless rectangular room. Like the one in every movie ever, but somehow, it just seems right.

I turn around trying to find any kind of color or sign of showing where I am, but there is none. All there is, is white nothingness. I have no idea where I am.

"Clary" I hear a whisper of a voice behind me, I twirl around quickly, but nobody is there. Suddenly Jace is front of me, standing silently and stoically, staring directly at me. I run towards him, desperate for any kind of warmth, love, or feeling. But there is none, for right when I start running I find I am trapped. Trapped in an invisible cage, like an animal on display. Suddenly everyone I know is there walking together, and taunting and teasing me. Everyone walks in pairs. Suddenly a thought starts ringing through my mind like a church bell. 

'Everyone has someone, but you.' Suddenly everyone starts repeating it, sneering at me.

NO. NO. NO! It takes me a second to realize that the voice that is shouting no, isn't my own, but Wren's. Standing alone in all Shadowhunting gear, she looks at me and says. 'But Mommy, I thought you had me?'

And with that I plunge into darkness again.

A/N

I just would like to say that I completely understand if any of you dislike me because of my lack of updating, and I can honestly say that I would be mad too. But I also have many excuses. Alas, I am too lazy to list them, but here is the general just, school, soccer (yes I play!) and just me being lazy AF. Just FYI this was kind of a filler chapter, kind of not, so hint-hint. Also for those of you who are wondering if Clary is dead, well I just you'll just have to keep reading....

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