Rune Reflections

Mascara Stained Tears

A/N so I've never written a story on wattpad before and I'm a little nervous about it but I hope you guys enjoy :)

CLARY

I reached my hand up to wipe my mascara stained tears. 'Why was I crying?' I thought to myself. I stood still as the cold wind brushed around me, I stood. Lost. Outside an abandoned church. The darkness of its walls looked frightening but also would make a good sketch.

It's now November and it's like winter outside. I feel some sort of emptiness as I walked away and towards my apartment.

The streets of New York look beautiful as the nightlight was shining above them. I felt chills as I kept walking through the cold streets.

Finally I made it to my apartment, for some reason I didn't have my key but lucking for me I kept a spare key in the plant pot outside my apartment complex.

I reach into the plant pot beside the door and grab my key. I push open the doors to the apartment building and walk towards the elevator.

I press the buttons and wait patiently for the elevator to arrive. It does after a few minutes and the doorman who's name I can't quite remember steps out and gives me a small smile as I step into the elevator.

I arrive on my floor and finally I can get out of the dress that I had no idea why I was wearing it, I step out from the elevator and walk towards my apartment door.

I put the key in the lock and the door opens and I step into my art covered apartment. I lock the door and walk over to my coffee table only to find my other apartment key.

"I think I'm going insane today" I say to my cactus plant that sits in the middle of the coffee table.

I rolls my eyes at myself and walk into my bedroom. I grab one of my large jumpers and walk to the bathroom.

I take off the dress and throw it carelessly into the bath, I put on my jumper and walk back to my bedroom.

I throw myself onto my bed, burying my face into the pillows that were scattered on my bed. I reach my hand over to my bedside table and I lazily grab my phone and set my alarm for 7am.

I put my phone down and tuck myself into bed and I silently hum a lullaby that some reason I remembered but I've never heard it before but it helps me to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

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I wake up to the sound of my phone alarm blaring out. I grab a pillow and loudly scream into it.

I feel somewhat limp, it's like my body just doesn't want to move, I force myself out of bed and walk like a zombie to go make breakfast.

I grab some bread and put it into the toaster and I wait patiently for it to be toasted.

My eyes trail to the frosty glass windows that show the crowed and cold mornings of New York. I can picture myself a kid, I was ice skating with a young boy and he was around my age. He was holding onto my hand tightly as we both tried no to fall down. I then hear the toaster as my toast pops up the top and I'm taking out of my thoughts.

After I finished eating my breakfast I go into my room and pick out my clothes for the day which is the usual, a big cosy jumper and my art jeans.

I grab my backpack and I check to make sure that my sketch book is in there, otherwise I'd have to explain why I don't have it. I grab my keys and my phone and I walk out the door of my messy apartment.

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As I walk quietly down the cold streets I feel a presence behind me, I feel like someone's watching me. I turn around only to see people on their morning walks to work.

I sigh to myself in confusion and turn back the other way and continue my walk.

I stand shyly outside the big doors that read 'Brooklyn academy of arts'. I was nervous, it felt like it was my first day... but it wasn't. Once again I felt confused with my thoughts.

I walked into the building and I was immediately stared down by some woman sitting at a desk.

"Where have you been Clary Fray? We haven't seen you in weeks" she asked me with a concerned and sweet smile on her face.

I looked at her, confused by her words 'I haven't been here in weeks?' I asked myself. What's going on with me?!

I looked at the woman and gave her a small smile. "I was visiting some family for a few weeks, there was lots for me to catch up with" I lied.

She didn't ask me any questions but just nodded her head. I smiled at her and walked away from the desk.

I walked down the colourful walls that were filled by paintings and drawings. I felt like I belonged here, all these paintings, colours and drawings.

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Thanks for reading my first chapter of this story, I've already planned the next few chapters out and I can't wait to share them.