3rd Person

Far away from the arena, a boy was sitting on his bed, crying because he wasn't good enough.

He could never be good enough. Not good enough for his dad, or his mom. Not good enough for his brother, or his best friend. Not good enough for-

The pain him before he even thought her name. He loved her, yes, but she had hurt him. He blamed her for this person he had become. 

He didn't recognize the face that stared back at him in the mirror. It was still him, but it wasn't. The same dark hair; the same sea green eyes. But his hair was tangled and filthy. There were traces of dirt on his face. His cheeks looked hollow. There were bags under his dull, bloodshot eyes.

His eyes had once sparkled with life and laughter and happiness. But it was her, and only her, that had made him happy. She gave him something to live for. But what was left to live for now?

The boy's entire life had been consumed by pain. The drugs had dulled it, but only temporarily. The alcohol had made him forget, but only temporarily. Every relief was only temporary.

He wanted to end the pain. Permanently.

He knew what he had to do. Who cared if it hurt the others? They had hurt him too. Besides, it would be better if he didn't have to face her again.

Percy pulled Riptide out of his pocket and uncapped it....

Isabelle Lightwood

I'm worried about Jace.

He hasn't spoken a word since the day Clary died. He hasn't eaten in almost a week. He hasn't left his room since my mother left the Institute, almost twenty-four hours ago.

I understand that he's crushed. So is Simon. But while my boyfriend understands the difference between grieving and self-neglect, Jace apparently does not.

I heard him pacing upstairs, but that was over two hours ago. I need to check him. As much as he'll hate it, talking to someone always helps.

I knock on Jace's door lightly. "Jace?"

No response. "Jace, it's Izzy. Please let me in. I understand that you're hurting, but you need to take care of yourself."

Still nothing. "Jace, are you okay?"

Silence has never been louder. "Jace, I'm coming in," I say, trying with no luck to hide the tremor in my voice.

I draw the opening rune on his door. I take a deep breath before I go in.

Nothing could have prepared me for this.

Jace is on the floor, a dagger in his pale, limp hand. Rivers of blood run from his wrists, almost dry now.

I cry out and run to his side, hastily drawing a clumsy Iratze on each arm. But it's no use. His heart is still.

I can hardly believe it. Jace, who was a brother to me. Jace, who was never without a sarcastic comment. Jace, who was probably the most talented and driven shadowhunter I had ever known.

Jace, who was, but is no longer.

I don't let myself cry. Not now. There will be time for that later.

I find an envelope sitting on his bed. It's addressed to me. With shaking hands, I open it and pull out the single page of Jace's precise handwriting.

Dear Izzy,
I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you like this. It's selfish of me, and I know it. But I've always been rather self-absorbed, haven't I? I hardly think I need to explain why I have to do this, but I may as well put it in writing. I can't keep living without Clary. Clary made me who I am. Now that she's gone, I hardly know how to get out of bed in the morning. I've lost my way, Izzy, and only she can help me find it. So that's that. I hope you won't be too affected by my death. Thank you, all of you, for making me a part of your family.
Sincerely,
Jonathon Christopher Herondale

I can't take it anymore. I let the tears fall, not knowing if I'll ever be able to make them stop.

So you probably didn't think I meant this soon when I said "soon." Well I did. I just couldn't wait to kill off another amazing character.☺☺☺ So I'm thinking Jacob's POV for the next chapter? IDK. Please comment and vote!!!