Unbreakable

by holmberg

Emma Carstairs has always been unbreakable. Her mother and father were brutally killed when she was a child, and she lived through that. She has survived falling in love with their parabatai, and she has survived through that.But what if someone- or something arrives at the Institute that will break the unbreakable. Will Emma fall to darkness.. or can she survive?

1. Chapter 1

Unbreakable

(All Rights Reserved to Cassandra Clare)

Chapter One-

Emma awoke in a cold sweat. This was the sixth night she had this dream. It was always the same, her mother and father calling for her to come to them. She couldn't see anything, just black wisps of mist, her parent's voices coming out like whispers through it. Emma knew it was wrong but she wanted to go to them. She wanted to stop and throw everything on the ground and run into their arms. Emma threw off the covers; maybe some training will help me. She laced up her boots, grabbed Cortana, and made her way down the dark halls to the training room. She would usually go talk to Julian and he would fix everything with a hug or some soothing words. He always knew how to calm her down but she had to push him away. Coming out to the Blackthorn clan that she and Mark had started 'dating' was one of the hardest things she had done. She could never forget the look of utter despair and betrayal on his face. She couldn't talk to Julian now, not after that look. Julian rarely even came out his studio anyways. Emma sighed as she plucked some throwing knives off the wall and lined up with the target. She threw the first one and it bounced off the intended point. Emma growled under her breath. She just wanted to forget everything- her parents, Julian, Mark, everything. She looked back up at the target and saw that the last four knives had hit their intended points. Emma retrieved the knives and hung them back up on the rack and started walking back to her room. About halfway back, singing under her breath a song that was stuck in her head, she felt a cold breeze. It went through her skin down to her bones and she started hearing whispers. The whispers were all saying her name in hushed tones. She immediatly jogged back to her room and collapsed on the bed. Maybe it was just her imagination she thought as she was nodding off.

By the time he was finished it was two in the morning. Julian sighed and started putting away his paint. He was about to turn off the lights but looked back at the canvas. Julian knows he shouldn't paint her anymore that he should ever paint her, but he can't stop. Ever since she started dating Mark... No, he couldn't think about it. The thought of them together made him sick to his stomach. Em won't even look at him. Her eyes were always bright and now they're dull. She is still as beautiful as ever but she had changed. She now had dark bags under her eyes like she hasn't slept in a week and she is thinner than normal and to top it all off, she never smiles. Every time he sees her, she is either A. training or B. looking off into space. She was never like her normal self even when she was with... Mark. Julian knew something was wrong with her. If only she would talk with him, he could help her. He knew that these couples of weeks were hard on her. Next week was the anniversary of her parent's death. Julian wished he could take her in his arms and chase all her demons away and kiss away her tears, but he can't. Not when she was still his parabatai.