I am very sorry. :(

I am alive. (Wtf lol)

I forgot to thank my beta in the last chapter, but thanks babe you're the best!:*

(This chapter wasn't beta'd because I wanted to update as soon as possible, so I apologize for any errors)

Someone asked if I do research for my characters and their disorders...I actually didn't. But I probably should :x Also, someone asked why I don't have a schizophrenic character, since they're pretty common. I didn't because everyone knows about them, and I wanted to expose and explore writing a different variety of disorders, that aren't usually touched up on as much as others, if that makes sense.

And lastly, if you're still reading this story even though I neglected it for like ever, you are awesome and I love you very much:) In a totally creepy way.

Rated M for: Violence/Gore/FUCKING LANGUAGE...no smut this chapter, sorry:/

Also...this story is, obviously, very explicit. So it's in danger of being taken down by the Self-Righteous Nazi Prudes of FanFiction. It'd be awesome if y'all helped kick those bastards's asses 'cause a lot of awesome shit on FanFiction is explicit, and it'd be unfair and a damn shame for them to be taken down:/

Disclaimer: Cassie owns the characters. I just make 'em crazy;)



Bugs and Presents



"We need to talk."

I narrowed my eyes and scrunched up my face in what I hope was an intimidating expression. I moved my hands so that they were placed awkwardly on my hips, and I straightened my back in an effort to make myself taller.

Which is hard to do when you're only 5".

Izzy made a grunting noise, chewing on her elbow - how the heck was she able to do that? - and completely ignoring me.

"Izzy, come on." I dug my nails into the palms of my hands in exasperation. "Please just listen."

She rolled over on to her back, legs up in the air as she sniffed her hair in curiosity.

Why doesn't anybody ever just listen to me?

"If you can't act like a stable human being..." I trailed off, staring at Izzy as she pawed aimlessly up at the ceiling, tongue hanging out of her mouth. "Then you can't run away with us."

Her head tilted a little to the side as she finally acknowledged me, eyes glazed and her nostrils flaring.


She scrambled up into a crouch, and crawled over to where I was perched on the bottom of the staircase. Pressing her face into my stomach, she let out a soft purr, rubbing her nose against me.

I swallowed noisily, and ran my hand over her head. Who was I kidding? There was no way I'd be able to leave her behind, no matter how risky it would be.

And she didn't have any bugs.

I shuddered. Poor Maia...It must've felt terrible to have a bunch of nasty little beetles crawling around inside of your flesh.

"Do you think I have bugs inside of me too?" I glanced down at Izzy, suddenly feeling a little panicky. "Do you think that's why I'm crazy?"

Izzy licked my cheek.

I pushed her off of me and stood up. "Oh my God..." I could feel them, crawling and scampering beneath my skin, beneath my eyelids and creating hallucinations.

They're inside of me.

Oh my God I have bugs in my body.

I let out a whimper, raking my nails down my arms and my face, clawing at my skin in desperate attempts to get rid of the bugs. I could hear Izzy snarl as she worriedly scratched and nipped at my ankles.

Flinching away from her, I blindly raced up the stairs, still scratching at my face, neck and eyes.

Maggots were poking and squirming around in my mouth, ants were crawling down my throat and spiders were dancing along the flesh of my torso.

"JACE." Why was it always his name I called? "Somebody...help me. Please."

I found myself retching by the time I pushed open the bathroom door, and collapsing on to a sink. A slug fell out of my mouth.

Still gagging, I looked up at the mirror hanging above the sink; while I had been clawing away at my face, I had torn open the scar wounds, and now blood was tracking down my face in scarlet ribbons.

Maggots were beginning to gnaw through my cheeks, and I nearly vomited at the sight.

I could hear the faint sound of a stall door slamming open, and a girl's voice. "What the hell? Are you okay?"

Tremors racked through my body, and I clutched the edges of the sink as I threw up beetles, ants and more maggots. Sweat dampened my forehead, causing the opened cuts to sting, I could feet ants scampering in between my teeth, and there was no way Jace was ever going to hug me or kiss me after this. I gave a hiccuping sob, and another slug fell out.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." The girl sounded like she was close to hyperventilating. "Are you dying?"

I turned the faucets and splashed cold water on my face. "I hope so."

She didn't answer.

Twisting around to see if she was still there, I saw a pale blonde girl sitting cross-legged on the floor with her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she trembled and gasped, eyes wide and terrified.

I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong, but I ended up choking on a particularly large cockroach that had found it's way in my mouth.

She buried her face in her arms, and I watched as she inhaled deeply, trying to calm down.


I started, before whipping around to find Jonathon leaning against a sink across from me, eyeing the girl with scorn.

"What?" I managed to croak out, wiping blood out of my eyes so I could get a better look at him. My stomach tightened; absolutely nothing. No sign that he was a figment of my imagination. He looked real.

"Her. Has a fucking panic attack over the littlest things." He shook his head in disgust. "You're just as emotional as she is, now that I think about it." His eyes slid away from her and on me, openly leering. "But you're still prettier."

"You're not real."

I squeezed my eyes closed. Disappear. I opened them, and felt disappointment wash over me at the sight of him still standing there.

Jonathon chuckled. "I am to you, though." His mouth curled in a sneer. "So it doesn't matter what anybody else sees."

Crap. He had a point there.

"I have these...things inside of me, Jonathon." I gestured helplessly at the insects. "They're making me sick. They make me see things."

The girl looked at me. "You're not going to kill me, are you?" She looked absolutely horrified.

Jonathon let out a snort. "I will if you don't calm the fuck down," he muttered, aiming a kick at her head.

I shot him a glare. "Stop being a bully," I scolded him. I looked down at the girl. "No, why?"

She tucked her knees beneath her chin. "'Cause everyone here seems to do that. And you talk with Jace a lot." A quick look of longing passed across her face. "And Maia. She's scary."

I frowned. "No, she's my scary best friend. You're just a freaky, weak pansy." As soon as the words left my mouth, I quickly clapped hand over my lips, shocked.

Jonathon clapped enthusiastically. "You tell her, Clarissa," he cheered.

She gaped at me, but quickly recovered. "Fuck you," she sneered. "At least Jace likes me more than you." She smirked, looking smug.

My fingers curled into fists, and I could feel myself stiffen. "No, he doesn't." He didn't call her cutie or Sparky, did he? He didn't sic cannibalistic Asian girls on her, did he? He didn't leave presents for her, did he?

"He sure fucked me like he did."

The next thing I knew, I was on top of her and punching her and scratching her and biting her like I'd been possessed by Izzy.

"Ow!" She shrieked as I tried to tear her ear off her head with my teeth. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get off of me!"

"I love him," I growled at her, my hands encircling around her neck as I began to squeeze. "Why you? Why can you have him but I can't?"

"Um, Clarissa..." Jonathon raised an eyebrow. "Nobody likes the Green Monster. It's kind of turning me off, and I haven't seen girl-on-girl action in forever." He pointed at his groin.

She was beginning to gasp for breath, round blue eyes staring up at me in terror. I felt a rush of delight run through me at the sight. Good. She was scared of me.

"You stay the hell away from him," I spat out, glaring down at her.

A worm made it's way out of my nostril, and I flicked it away irritably. "I changed my mind," I announced. "I am going to kill you." I glanced up at Jonathon. "Do you think I should?"

He grinned. "Hell yeah."







I think I should've felt more guilty.

...I didn't though.

Staring down at the blonde girl's body from where I'd stashed it into one of the stalls, I felt nothing but satisfaction.

"I think this place is screwing with me," I told Jonathon, glancing over my shoulder at him. "I just killed her. Because she had sex with the guy I'm in love with."

Jonathon shrugged. "Well, if you think you're being screwed, why not have the full experience?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I rolled my eyes.

"What should I do with her?" I looked back at the corpse. "Leave her on the toilet?"

He bumped his shoulder against mine. "I have a better idea."






I dragged her body down the stairs and to Jace's bedroom, Jonathon following me.

"Do you think he loved her?" I looked down at her, biting my lip. "I mean, he had sex with her, so he must've liked her a little, right?"

Jonathon sighed heavily. "I don't fucking know, and I couldn't give a shit either way."

"-I bet he ate her out all the time...what if she tasted better than me? Do you think he got her lots of presents?" Jealousy shriveled in my stomach, and I could taste bile in my mouth. "That slut."

"Jace or her?"

I gave her arm a twist, relishing in the cracking sound as I broke it. I pouted a little when I remembered she wouldn't be able to feel it.

"M'lady." Jonathon opened the door to Jace's room with a bow.

"What a gentlemen," I praised him, patting his arm and leaving a bloody-handprint. "Help me put her on his bed."

We dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, and I broke one of her fingers when I remembered that Jace probably had sex with her on his bed, and probably had put more care into dropping her on it than I had.

I stared at her for a moment. "She was pretty."

Jonathon gave her a considering look. "I'd hit that," he decided.

Instantly recoiling away from him, I gave him a horrified look. "You'd hit a girl?" Well, he'd tried to strangle me, but that was beside the point.

He gave me an exasperated look. "That's not what that means," he huffed. "And don't look at me like that. You killed her."

I spluttered. "That is completely irrelevant!" I gave him a shove. "Girls are like butterflies. Fragile and pretty." I crossed my cut up arms and gave him an indignant glare.

"Butterflies, huh?"

I jerked away from Jonathon in surprise at the sound of the husky voice coming from the doorway.

"That might explain why I enjoy ripping their wings off so much." A smirk covered his face, golden eyes leering at me.

Until they fell on the body on his bed.

"What the fuck?" He straightened away from the door frame, which he'd been leaning on. "You wanna explain why there's a dead bitch on my bed, cutie?"

I turned around to give Jonathon a pleading look, but he'd disappeared. I groaned inwardly. That unreliable jerk face.

"Not really."

He crossed his arms and scowled at me. "Tough shit. Explain." Seeing the hesitation on my face, he snapped out, "Now."

"I-I," darn nerves. I gave up and let my gaze drop to the floor. "You had sex with her." I winced at the blatant hurt and jealousy in my voice.

His voice was flat. "You killed her." It wasn't a question.

"Let...go..." she managed to choke out, hands grabbing at me, trying to get me to let her go.

My voice was cold when I answered. "No."

I lifted her head up, before knocking it back down and cracking it against the marble tiles. "What do you have," I asked her curiously, as I ripped the rest of her ear off, where it was already half-torn from where I'd tried to chew it off, "that I don't?"

She let out a scream, thrashing beneath me.

"Not an ear," Jonathon threw in helpfully. "Maybe you should try her eyes?"

"Shut up," I snapped at him as I pulled out my knife. "Don't tell me what to do." God. I was so sick of people telling me what to do. I quickly forgot all about that though, when I looked back down at her terrified expression.

"You'll never touch him again," I promised, before grabbing her right hand and slowly sliced every single finger off.

She sobbed and yelled, her back arching off the floor as blood spurted out and all over my clothes and face.

I pulled up her shirt, and dug the knife into her abdomen, carving the words "why her" into her skin.

"I just want him to love me," I explained to her, slashing at her ribs angrily. "And he never will. Because he hates me and he wants to have sex with everyone but me."

Jonathon yawned. "Oh, the angst." He rolled his eyes. "Are you almost done? I'm down with the kinky lesbian porn, but this is too bloody for me to even get a wiggle." He looked down at his...non-wiggler.

"I don't know what to do now." I paused, staring down at her.

A puddle of blood had formed beneath her, and she had stopped her thrashing by now.

"I think she's in shock," Jonathon remarked, glancing down at her.

"Should I just...stab her?" I turned over my bloody dagger in my hands, considering.

"Oh, for the love of..." Jonathon brought his foot down on her neck, and a snapping noise filled the bathroom. "Done."

I blinked away the memory, and shook my head. "Jonathon did."

Jace raised an eyebrow, his face stony. "Jonathon killed Celine."

Wringing my hands nervously, I looked away from him. "Yes."

He sighed, and made his way over to the bed, sitting down next to the corpse. "Why did he kill her?"

I shrugged. "He wasn't wiggling."

Jace gave me an incredulous look, and I blushed. "Why did you sleep with her?" I blurted the question before I could stop myself, and I inwardly kicked myself. Nobody likes the Green Monster, Clarissa.

He looked over at Celine. "I was horny, she was there and desperate..." He gave a shrug. "Why does it even matter? You already knew before you met her that I like to fuck."

"I know, but..." I stopped myself. He didn't care. And what could I say? But I don't want you to have sex with anybody but me.

Wishful thinking like that would have to be kept in the little treasure chest with unicorns and mothers that loved me and daddies that didn't try to hurt me.

"Unless that's what you wanted, of course." Something glinted in his eyes, something dangerous, and his expression turned predatory. "Is that what you wanted, cutie?"

He stood up and moved so that his chest was pressed against mine, and his head bent down so it would be impossible for me to look away.

"You want me to fuck you?" He pushed his hips forward, grinding against me. "Right here. I bet you'd love for me to fuck you into the floor, wouldn't you, Sparky?"

It was ridiculous. I should have wanted it. Usually, when he pulled crap like this, I did want it.

But I didn't feel wanting, I felt scared.

I didn't like how he was looking at me.

He was angry. Always so angry. And as much as I cared about him...I didn't want him touching me like that when he was angry and flaunting my jealousy in my face like this.

"No, actually." I tried to move away from him, but his hands shot out and wrapped tightly around my arms.

"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded in a low, harsh voice. "Isn't this what you wanted? To fuck you instead of those girls?"

"Jace..." I cursed myself as I felt myself starting to tremble. "You're hurting me."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He tightened his grip. "But you'll still love me, won't you? So fucking stupid," he spat out. "Loving things that are going to kill you."

"Let go of me."

"You have blood on you." Jace narrowed his eyes. "I don't think anybody would notice the difference if I made you bleed a little bit more, do you?"

I swallowed roughly, not taking my eyes away from him. Don't be scared, I told myself, taking a deep breath. Don't be scared.

"I'm not scared of you," I told him, my voice confident. My shaking kinda killed the act of fearlessness though.

He smiled meanly. "Sure you aren't." His nails dug into the skin of my arms, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

"You aren't going to hurt me," I told him. "You don't want to be like your father-"

"Shut up!" He gave me a shake, and his eyes lit with an amber fire. "You don't know shit about my dad, little girl," he bit out. "Compare me to him again, I swear to God I'll break your spine in half."

I choked back a sob when his nails dug into the cuts I'd already inflicted on myself. "Did you love her?" I asked, desperately trying to distract myself from the pain. "Celine?"

His expression didn't change. "No."

It was selfish, but I couldn't stop the relief I felt that followed. "Are you going to miss her?"

He sighed. "Really, cutie, jealousy is such a pointless emotion. Give it up."

I inwardly did a happy dance. He's sounding like Jace again. "How would you know?" I demanded. "It's not like you have feelings."

Jace smirked, and ground his hard on against my thigh. "You don't need feelings for sex, Sparky."

"Well, I do," I told him. "I'm not going to have sex with you." I paused. "You aren't going to...force me, are you?"

He looked disgusted. "Are you kidding?" He let go of me, and I hurriedly backed away to his bedroom door, rubbing the feeling back into my bruised arms. "Don't come into my room unless you have a legitimate reason."


He wasn't looking at me, and I could see his muscles flex and tense beneath his shirt. "What?"

"I...can't find your present." I cringed at the way my voice cracked and broke. Pathetic.

He ran a hand through his curls. "Tough shit. Get the fuck outta my room." His voice was quiet, but it cracked through the room like a whip.

I nodded. "O-okay. Sorry for the bloodstains on your bed," he's probably used to those, "bye."







"You killed Celine?" Maia stared at me with wide hazel eyes. "Damn, girl. Kudos." She held up a fist. I scissored her rock, and she just chuckled and shook her head. "As bad as it is to speak ill of the dead..." she shook her head again. "That bitch annoyed the hell outta me. I can understand her having an anxiety problem, shit, I've had plenty of panic attacks myself." She looked at me, lips pursed. "But that girl was just a pussy. Disorder or no."

I bit into my apple, staring up at the stars as she continued about her dislike for Celine.

"...And it was a fucking mouse. I was like, 'Oh, shit, a mouse', but that hoe just passed out after this whole porno-breathing thing . So I had to kill the mouse my own damn self-"

"I killed her because she slept with Jace."

Maia trailed off, and looked over at me. "For real?"

I nodded, resting my head against the oak tree we were sitting under, eating our dinners. "She walked in on me trying to get the bugs out of my body and it just came up."

She looked down at her bandaged arms. "Bugs?"

I drew my legs up to my chest. "I could feel them, Maia," I whispered. "They were trying to eat my insides. I had to get them out."

Her eyes were sympathetic as she stroked a comforting hand over my injured arms. "I'm sorry, Scar-Face. You don't deserve this shit."

My head fell on her shoulder, and she petted my hair. "We're gonna get out of here, soon," she promised. "This place is driving us all crazy."

"Yeah." I nuzzled my face against her collarbone. "Has Jordan ever hurt you, Maia?"

Her hand stilled. "Yes."

"But he loves you."

"Of course." She resumed her strokes.

"Why do you let him hurt you?"

Maia sighed. "I'm not making excuses for Mr. Kyle," she murmured. "And he knows the shit he's done is beyond wrong. But we can't help who we love, Scar-Face."

I swallowed. "Does he do it a lot?"

"No. Most of the time, he'll punch the wall. Really, he's probably hit me like, twice in all the time we've been together. And he's never hit me so hard that it leaves a mark. Jordan just..." she shrugged. "He's here for his psychotic rage, I guess you could say. Drugs calm him down, but we don't got none of that here."

"Oh." I soaked that information in. "Do you think Jace hates me?"

Maia groaned. "Are you still hung up on that freak?" I didn't answer, and she released a long breath. "I think he's confused."

I looked up at her. "Why?"

She grinned. "Because you love him. And nobody's loved that boy in a long while. I'm not saying you should try to get with Blondie, but don't let what he says get to you."

"Okay. Thanks Maia." I crunched on the apple. "You're a good friend."

She dimpled. "I know. Now be a doll and throw away my trash, would you?"







Jordan walked with Maia and I up the stairs and to my room, both of his arms slung over our shoulders.

I found myself surprisingly comfortable; he was warm and smelled nice, like Old Spice. Not as warm and nice as Jace, but then again, I don't think anybody was.

"You guys don't have to..." I started, but Jordan cut me off with a light squeeze of my shoulders.

"It's kind of mandatory," he told me, grinning crookedly, "once you've caught the attention of one of the biggest sociopaths in this place."

I found myself smiling back. "You don't think I can take care of myself?"

Maia snorted. "When it comes to Pretty Boy? Hell no."

Jordan kissed her temple. "It's not her fault. Hormones make us all do crazy shit, May."

I poked his ribs. "I like you. You're nice when you aren't acting like an angry psycho."

Compared to how he'd been earlier...I watched how he treated Maia more carefully than usual, constantly touching her and kissing her bandages to make sure she was alright.

He nodded. "And you're cool when you aren't butchering my girl."

"You think I'm cool?" I gawked at him, and Maia giggled.

"Sure." Jordan came to a halt when we reached Izzy and I's bedroom. "Which is lucky for you, 'cause we're gonna be living together when we leave."

"Good night, Scar-Face." Maia blew me a kiss, and dragged Jordan back down the stairs.

I sighed, happier than I'd been in what seemed like forever.

Pushing open the door, Izzy immediately started croaking and frog-jumped over to where I stood in the doorway.

"Sorry for ditching you," I told her, handing her the snickers bar Alec had assured me was her second-favorite food...next to human flesh, apparently. "I had something to deal with."


"Right. Sorry." I snapped the chocolate bar in half, before dropping it to the floor.

Her tongue flew out, catching the chocolate before it hit the ground, and swallowed it whole. "Ribbit."

I dropped the second half for her, and walked around her as she again caught the bar before it could touch the ground.

Eyes half-opened, I made my way to my bed and was about to just throw myself on to it, but froze at the body already laying there.

His eyes were still wide open and terrified. For once. The people in this asylum and their eyes, I swear...

The mouth, it looked like, had been twisted in a pained grimace, as though to keep from screaming. Before someone had taken a knife and had carved from the corners of his mouth and into a smile that reached up above his cheekbones, looking eerie and maniacal.

I looked down; a large red ribbon had been tied around his torso, with a little envelope resting on the bow.

Picking up the envelope, I quickly tugged off the ribbon, which as a result, exposed his naked chest.

Engraved into his skin, covered with dried blood, were the words: Property of Sparky.

I couldn't help the smile that I felt tugging at my lips.

Opening the envelope, a small scrap of notebook paper, a small jar, a box of matches, and a lighter fell out.

More presents...I'm beginning to spoil you, cutie.

I took the liberty of pouring lighter fluid over the little shit. Light him up when you want.

P.S. Since you have a dumbass death wish and continue to hurt yourself, the jar has ointment for your arms and face.

I let out a loud squeal, clutching the letter to my chest.

Izzy let out a curious croak.

"Izzy, he killed Sebastian!" I pointed at the corpse. "And he gave me these!" I waved the ointment and fire starters enthusiastically.

She stuck out her tongue.

I turned back to Sebastian. "Should I set him on fire now?" I bit my lip. "He's beginning to stink up the room..."

Izzy hopped over to the bed, and flicked her tongue in his ear.

"Eww, Izzy." I shooed her away. "He's mine to play with. Find another dead body to lick."

She let out an indignant ribbit, and just to show how she felt about my not sharing, grabbed his ear by her teeth and ripped it off his head. Then she proceeded to hop over to the opposite side of the room and began to eat the ear.

I shook my head, and grabbed Sebastian by his feet and dragging him off of my bed and out of the bedroom.







I stood in the open field behind the Institute, just outside of the woods.

Sebastian laid on the ground like he was about to make a snow angel. Or a blood angel. I giggled to myself, before striking a match and dropping it on his bellybutton.

The flames licked up along his skin, slowly burning away the carved flesh.

It was possibly one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen.

I stared as if in a trance, as the corpse of the boy who'd tried to force himself on me, slowly burned to ash.

Reaching into the pocket of my green jacket, I fingered the bumpy stone Jace had given me for my birthday, silently wishing that he could've been there with me, watching as one of his victims get swallowed by the flames he loved so dearly.

The scent of burnt flesh filled the air, but I couldn't find it in me to feel repulsed. Smoke caused my eyes to tear, but I refused to blink them away, transfixed by the sight before me.

I pulled out the jar of ointment, dipping my fingers in the blackish glob of what seemed to be salve.

Shrugging to myself, I rolled up my sleeves and rubbed the ointment over where I'd scratched at myself, and at the bruises Jace had left when he'd grabbed me.

Wincing at the harsh sting, I gingerly applied the salve to the scars that marred my face.

I sighed, sliding the jar back into my pocket and returning my gaze to the fire.

So warm.

Yawning, I found myself slowly settling down onto the grass, dangerously close to the fire so that I could relish in the heat that washed over me.

Curling into an Izzy-roly-poly ball, I pressed my face into my arms, the sound of sparks flying from the flames slowly lulling me to sleep.

I heard a twig snap from inside of the woods, but I was too tired to panic. Too tired to do anything, really, other than tiredly lift my head and squint in the direction the snap had came from.

It was too dark to make out a face, but I thought I saw a flash of gold, and then nothing but darkness again.

I yawned again, and laid back down.

Probably just my imagination.







I felt strong, warm arms lift me up of the ground, startling me awake.

"Shh, go back to sleep," a low voice ordered gruffly.

"I'm not tired," I protested. "Put me down before I stab you."

"I'd break your arm before you could reach for your knife."

"...Thank you for the presents."

"Don't mention it."

"No, really thank-"

"When I say don't mention it, I mean if you do I'll cut your tongue and feed it to Isabelle."

"Will you sleep with me?" I asked through a yawn as we entered the Institute and began walking up the stairs.

"What? No. You snore."

"No, I don't-how would you know?" I looked at him suspiciously through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Everyone can hear you," he told me. "You're fucking loud."

I was too tired to argue, and too content in his arms to want to upset him.

His arms sway back and forth, like a cradle, with each step he took.

He set me down on my mattress and was about to leave when I grabbed his hand.


He pulled his hand away. "What?"

"I love you."

"Go to sleep, Clary."

I pulled the covers up to my chin. "I think you're going to miss me when I'm gone."

"I don't think so."

"It's okay if you're confused, Jace." I hummed sleepily, burrowing myself into my pillow. "I was confused about sex. But now I love the sex things."

"Maia was right." Jace shook his head. "I ate out a kid."

"Mmmh." My eyes closed. "I like kids. They smell clean and powdery."

"You're fucking weird."




"Holy fuck, go to sleep." The door closed as he retreated out of my room.

I smiled in my sleep.







-Favorite part?

-Any recs on disorders? (I already got some, which is fucking cool :))

-Song rec "Only Girl In the World" Ellie Goulding's cover.

-Yes, Clary and Jace's relationship is very unhealthy. But I mean, they're in a freaking asylum, it's not like they're going to be healthy about anything.

-Thoughts on gore?

-How do you feel about Clary's development? (I'm getting mixed reviews about her lol)