Alec:
Why? I ask myself. Why was I born? Why does no one in my family like me? Why do I still live with my parents and siblings even when I'm nineteen? Why do I have all of these scars on my wrist? Because no one loves you fag! The words repeated in my head from the week before. People always bullied me for my sexuality, but now it's worst than ever.
Not to long ago I told my whole family about my sexuality (besides my sister because she already knew years ago) and my parents were furious. My two brothers didn't mind but we're actually happy that I came out. After a while my mom got used to it and was semi happy for me, but my dad was still every bit angry as it was almost a month ago.
Now here I am in my bed room, my razors in hand again while staring at my wrist which already had the scars of old cuts. Normally my sister Isabelle would normally stop me before I did anything to serious to myself but now she was out with mom and dad while only Jace, Max and I were left at home.
I sat there for minutes just staring, pondering. Do it! Just get it over with! No one wants you here you faggot! Voices whispered in my mind. I slid the sharp blade across my wrist making my deepest cut yet. The world began to fade in and out. Everything seemed to be in a blur and before I blacked out, I heard voices yelling my name.
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Magnus
Yes now I clearly remember the boy with the gorgeous blue eyes. They were like tidal waves trying you suck you into their deep world of feelings. When he first walked into my party it was like he was in hell, but as soon as my hazel met his blue ones it was like fireworks exploded in his eyes. They were full of energy and joy but soon his siblings pulled him away.
We talked a bit at the end of the party because he had to take his drunk siblings home even though they were clearly underage. He smelled completely sober as if he has never touched a drink. We made small talk and learned a bit about his family but after about ten minutes he was gone and I never saw the boy with the pretty blue eyes again.
One year earlier
Alec:
I've always hated parties and I always will. Isabelle would always make me wear these very uncomfortable clothes. I never actually came for the party I would always come just to make sure Isabelle and Jace got home safely. Currently I am wearing black skinny jeans with a flannel shirt. I don't know whats up with flannel but I'm just not into it.
We walk down the chilly streets of Brooklyn. You can hear music pounding from about a mile away. This must be Magnus' Banes house...
Present time
Alec
As I lay here, my head starts to throb. I can't see or feel anything, so I try to move or even to try to tell someone something, but no avail. I here weeping next to me. "I'm sorry brother...for ever letting this happen to you. I should've been there like a good younger sister and watched you to make sure nothing happened to you. But I failed."
I tried to wrap my arms around her to comfort her, but I still couldn't move an inch. I heard soft whimpers and sobs coming from my left ear. I'm guessing she was the only one in the room or everyone else was really quiet." Hey Alec I remember how much you thought Magnus was hot when you went to his party so I got a little something for you." she put some type of necklace around my neck before kissing my head and I heard the door close.
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