The Shadowhunters had beaten Valentine. Love was their salvation not their destruction. Unfortunately; Amatis could not be returned to her original state and was killed by a werewolf (not Luke) in battle. Yet- something was missing, something wasn't right. Like a missing page in a book or the wrong colours on a painting. The charisma in Jace's voice was missing; the once sleek black hair of Isabelle's was now dull and matted.
Clary felt something cold and hard around her left wrist, she tried to yank free but it got tighter and tighter. Voices could be heard to her right and a sharp, blinding light was in her eyes. She opened her eyes slightly, then blinked and fully opened them. She was temporarily blinded until she was used to the light. Clary found she was in a padded room, a doctor and nurse in white coats took a weary step back and looked at Clary with expectant eyes.
'Ah, Clarissa Fray, you're finally awake,' the doctor retained his composure and stepped forward, sticking a catheter into her arm. The catheter was connected to a plastic bag that contained an orange liquid.
'W-where am I?' Clary was astonished. She had no idea where she was whatsoever; there was a blank in her mind where her memories should be. The nurse in the background gave a nervous cough and she too, stepped forward.
'My dear; I hate to break it to you, but you're in a mental institute, you've been here for five years' that was it; memories flashed through her mind. Her mother, Jocelyn, falling to the ground. Blood gushing from a large stab wound in her chest.
Screaming, yelling, falling- always falling. The words replayed in her head: 'You should've seen the signs, Clarissa. You hurt me- now I'll take away what matters most to you.'
'My mother, Luke, where are they?' the words got caught in her throat- coming out as a squeak.
'I'm sorry Clarissa, he killed them both. Your mother while you were watching and Luke after you were admitted,' replied the doctor.
'Who? Who killed them? Tell me I need to know!' Clary felt panic rising in her chest, fluttering like a caged bird. She felt a cold liquid hitting her vein and at once her muscles went limp and she was immobilized.
The nurse began talking and it took Clary a few seconds to hear what was going on, 'It was your childhood friend…Simon.' Tears began to well in her eyes as she realised that her memories were flooding back.
Simon and Clary sitting in an apple tree at Luke's farm, talking together. Sleepovers, watching movies on the portable DVD player and eating Reese's peanut butter cups. Clary telling Simon they can't date. The look of hurt on Simons face then replaced with an unnatural look; revenge. Simon coming in with a knife killing her mother. Voices in her head, familiar places taking on a new look, the boy with the golden hair- Jace…
Being admitted…
'Jace, Isabelle, Magnus, Max? The Seelie Queen? What about them?' Clary muttered.
'They were never here, I'm afraid. In fact, for months we couldn't find you until we saw you at Central Park talking to yourself – something about a bell, I recall.' The doctor replied.
'Clarissa, You've learnt a lot today, we will leave now and return in the morning. Sweet dreams,' the nurse said as they walked out of the door and bolted it shut.
Like I can have sweet dreams in this hell of a place Clary thought to herself.
Then, for a few moments she sat there alone in silence and then let out a mangled scream as she saw a pair of golden eyes in the corner of the room. It approached quickly and threw a pillow to her mouth to muffle her scream.
'Clary Fray, fancy meeting you here of all places. I missed you lots especially your mouth; do tell me you missed me. I thought you would be happy if you had someone good looking to see in this dump.' The stranger put his lips to hers and Clary saw the universe coming together…
It was Jace.