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Chapter 9// HELP

Shawn POV:

It has been and hour since Clary ran off. I've been sitting outside her house, debating whether I should knock or not.

Just knock. The worst that could happen is she slams the door in your face.

I go up to knock. But the door is slightly opened. I walk in.

"Clay? CLARY?!"

I look around downstairs. No where. I start to head up the stairs. I see a door that has a C on it. I'm supposing that's Clary's. I see another door with a K on it. I didn't know she had a sibling. I go into Clary's room. Her room is painted Purple. She has a purple circle rug in front of her bed. She has a desk in the corner of her room. Her tv in mounted on the wall. I see that the door to her bathroom is slightly opened and the light is own.


I walk and open the door.
That's all I see.


She has her hair in a ponytail and her pajamas on. I see a razor covered in blood laying on the ground.
She hurt herself.
And it's my fault.
I see that she had her arm covered with a towel. I remove it. The blood is still wet so it hadn't happened too long ago. I take the towel and wrap it around her arm. Tight. The bleeding has stopped mainly. I pick her up bridal style and start to carry her downstairs.
Half way down the stair she starts to wake up.


She started to cry.

"Shh. It's okay, I got you. I'm going to call an ambulance. Okay?"

"No. Don't. I just want you to hold me."


With that I sat on her couch with her in my lap. And I held her. I held her all night. I don't care about Chris or Kyle. I don't want Clary to hurt herself ever again. I can't stand this. I can't stand that I'm part of the reason for her doing this. I care about her. A lot. Hell. I love the girl.

**next day**

Clary was still alseep on the couch. So I decided to make her some lunch. I wonder where her parents are. Maybe I'll ask her later.
This morning when I woke up I got a first aid kit and cleaned up her cuts and put some bandages on them. I'm surprised she didn't wake up.
I had just finished her food when she walked in.

"What are you making?"

"I just made some lunch. Hamburger and macaroni."

"Mmm. Look, I'm sorry you had to see me like that last night."

"I'm glad I did. I'm glad I'm the one that found you. I'm glad I could help you. That's all I've ever wanted to do, is protect you."

"It hasn't seemed that way. Not the other day in the auditorium, or yesterday at the party."

"You have to believe that I did it to protect you. I would never hurt you."

"I think it's a little late to say that. You already have."

She got up and went up to her room. I got the food I had made her and put it on a plate and took it up to her room.
I knocked on the door.

"Clary? I have your food......please. Look I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I was only trying to help. Please just open the door and let me explain."

A few seconds later she opened the door. Took the food then shut the door in my face.

"Fine. I'm going downstairs. But I want you to know something. I'm not leaving. I'm not giving up."

I made the mistake of giving up on you once.
I won't make that mistake again.
I can't give up.
I won't.
I'll never stop loving you.
You may not know it.
But I will show you.
My love for you will never run out.


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