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Mr. Hariston knocked on the door to the bathroom, " Miss Ray, are you ok?"
Clary didn't respond, blood went under the door crack and into the hall. her blood.
Mr. Hariston looked down and saw blood. " Oh my god." he whispered to himself. He rushed inside and bashed open the door. He knelt down beside Clary's body " Wake up." He whispered.
Clary's skin was white, blood all around her. Her breathing barely anything but a whisp and her heart slowly stuttering to a stop. Making it's way to death. So weak.
The next few minutes for Mr. Hariston was a blur of doctors, and life saving. After it was over he sat in the bathroom stall covered in blood.
Clary's heart was now beating steadily, weak but steadily, as the paramedics started to give her an emergency blood transfusion. Both her wrists were stitched up and heavily bandaged. They kept a oxygen mask on her face
Mr. Hariston sighed and looked up at her. " Are you ok?"
Clary's eyes were half closed, close to passing out. "D-dd-din-n't w-w-wor-k" she whispered
" Please Miss Ray, I beg, don't EVER try to kill yourself." Mr. Hariston said smiling, but with a firm voice.
(( dinner, be back in a little.))
[kk]Clary closed her eyes, tears went from her eyes "I just wanted it all to end" she whispered before she started sobbing.
" Why, life is a beutiful gift. People would miss you." Mr. Hariston said
Clary shook her head before wincing "My best friend is a ghost Mr. Hariston." she whispered "The boy I've love for years hasn't ever noticed me and I have no parents or family." she closed her eyes once again "I just want to be gone"
~ Kelsey Anne ~ wrote: "Clary shook her head before wincing "My best friend is a ghost Mr. Hariston." she whispered "The boy I've love for years hasn't ever noticed me and I have no parents or family." she closed her eyes..."(She and Darkness should be friends cuz they're both Necromancers.)
" Two things Miss Ray. One, if you killed yourself I would be about a day behind you. Just because of the sheer guilt of not being able to save someone I could of helped. Two, who's this boy you like?" Mr. Hariston said sitting against the wall, his blood covered army jacket making him look like he had come back from war.
Clary frowned, why did this man care so much? "Lucas" she whispered. The paramedics whispered a few hushed tones to Mr. Hariston about how he needed to keep a close eye on her, suicide watch, and to call if she didn't recover physically within a week.
Mr. Hariston nodded. " Does this Lucas go here?"
" There's somthing we can work on." Mr. Hariston said smiling
Clary frowned "he hasn't noticed me for four years MR. Hariston. I'm used to it." she slowly sat up.
" Don't get so down on yourself, it took me three to even TALK to my wife." Mr. Hariston said smiling
Clary looked at him "I'm not worth it though" she whispered.[OMA!! Mr. Hariston and his wife should adopt her!]
" I think you need more self confidence. Keep your chin up, and speak louder. Plus how do you think I felt when a nerd like me, Donald Hariston, asked the head cheerleader out." Mr. Hariston said standing up.
Clary smiled softly "Why the head cheerleader sir?"
" Beacuse I had self confidence, and was a little crazy, more crazy than confident. But that doesn't matter. Though I might have been beaten to a pulp for asking. Four years later she was mine."
Clary sighed "That's a nice story." she whispered as she turned Jem's class ring on her finger not sure if she wanted to summon him or not
" What's that?" Mr. Hariston asked nodding to the ring on her finger.
Clary looked down at her finger "it's Jem's classring" she whispered "He's my best friend...it's what I use to summon him with"
" Summon, so he's a..." Mr. Hariston trailed off
Clary looked up "He's dead" she said, completing his trail of thought. "I met Jem when I was in the foster care system." she whispered "He helped me some...he was a student here you know. a shaman. he died in a car wreck"
" So, your a foster child?" He asked standing up
Clary nodded "like I said" she whispered "My parents left me." she stood up an swayed slightly
" Why would anyone leave sutch a cute little girl?" Mr. Hariston said heading for the door. " Don't you have other classes?"
Clary sighed "I'm not cute--I'm the devil's spawn" she whispered "I haven't enrolled yet for classes." she grabbed her bag "Can I go now?"
" You could've gone at any moment during our conversation." He opened the bathroom door for her. " Have a nice day, and remember, I believe in you." Mr. Hariston left, hopefully to get his clothes washed.
Lux watched him go before taking the razor back out of her coat. She bit her lip and turned it around in her fingers before taking the bandages off her wrists and searching the bathroom for pills
Mr. Hariston entered back in and snatched the razor out of her hand, " You can have this back when you learn to not kill yourself." He said very father like, and headed for his office.
Clary's eyes widened, she got up and ran after him.
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Clary walked in and locked the door before taking her jacket off. Once her razor was firmly in her hand she slit both her wrists....gasping as her blood started gushing out and onto the tile. Clary could feel her heart slowing, could feel her eyelids close as she collapsed onto the ground unconscious and into the blood pool.