Hey there.
So this is my first story and yea. . . It's a little bit... disturbing but I hope you'll like it anyways
I don't own anything yadda yadda ^^. . .
Chapter 1
I don't know if it's the sky that's black or if my vision is giving out again.
Neither do I know how long I've been laying here but I'm pretty sure I've been unconscious for a while.
My legs won't move. I can't get up and everytime I try I see black dots before my eyes.
The only "positive" thing is that I don't feel anything. I guess it's … not good to feel nothing but I really don't care at the moment.
But I have to get up. I bet they're worried by now.
I try again. My legs won't budge.
Suddenly I remember my cellphone. I could call him, to tell him to come and save me like he always does. But I can never tell him.
I lift my arm weakly and grasp my phone a few inches away from me.
Must have fallen out of my bag, I guess.
There's a huge crack through the display but it's still working.
Thank the Angel I have him on speed dial.
I hit 3 and jam the phone against my ear while it dialed his number.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"Clary?"
His voice is breathtaking. I forget how to speak until he says my name again, this time a little panicked.
"Clary, what's wrong, where the hell are you?"
"I don't know" I croak. My voice cracks and I cough, black blood coming out f my mouth. It hurts to speak, it even hurts to hold the phone against my ear.
His voice was scary when he spoke again.
"What happened?"
But I don't want to answer him. It isn't real. I'm dreaming. A nightmare.
"I can't move, please come." I whisper. And the thought of him coming for me makes me smile.
He knows something is wrong. I hear him telling Magnus to track me down before he he says
"I'm coming." and hangs up.
It's starting to hurt. Slowly, but I can feel it now. The scratches, the bruises forming on my legs, my stomach, everywhere.
Blood drips down my nose and my lip is split. I don't know what else is broken but given that I can't move my legs, I guess at least one of them is broken, too.
And it is cold. My tights and underwear hang between my knees. The wires of my Bra making holes between my breasts, the end of it sticking underneath my skin. My dress is shredded and ripped to nearly nothing, a few frazzles flying through the air as the wind picks them up.
I hear footsteps. They're coming in my direction.
He's here.
Gasps. Somone sucks in air. I want to look up but I can't.
Someone kneels down infront of me. God, he's so beautiful.
"Jace," I breath "I'm cold."
"I need a stele."
He takes in a shuddering breath and clenches his shaking fists at his sides.
"You have to stay awake for me for a little while longer okay?" he whisperes, while he gently takes my wrist and draws an iratze on it.
"Okay" I nod. I shouldn't have though, because it hurts. Like everything else hurts.
"The Iratze isn't working. We have to take her to the institute, quick." Isabelle. At least I think it's her.
"I have to lift you up Clary. It's going to hurt a little bit though." He softly strokes my face with his fingertips before he slowly slips one arm beneath my knees and one arm behind my head and lifts me.
I scream. My bloody hands are fisted in his jacked, my cries muffled by his chest.
He whispers "I'm sorry" with every step he takes and with every scream I make.
I lose consciousness every now and then but Jace wouldn't let me sleep for long.
He told me to stay awake. He begged me that I had to stay awake for him.
So I did. Because I would do simply anything for him.
Finally, after what felt like hours he laid me down on a bed. Magnus cam in and took the rest of my "clothes" off. I had to look really bad because Jace fell on his knees beside me, took my hand in his and mumbled thousands of "nos' " and "I'm sorrys'" in my hair.
Suddenly Magnus' head was over me, looking apologetically down at me.
"I'm Sorry Clary but your leg is dislocated, I have to readjust it. Jace, I need you to hold her down."
I watched him, not really understanding why he looked so horrified at what Magnus said until Jace carefully held down my shoulders and Magnus puts his hands around my thigh.
I sucked in a pained breath. A tear rolled down Jaces cheek and dropped onto my face.
And then he pulled.
I just couldn't contain the screams and sobs that followed. I trashed under their grip but they wouldn't let me go.
Suddenly I felt his hands on me again. His fists as he rammed them into my face again and again.
His hands ripping away my dress, my thighs, my underwear. . .
"Stooooooooooooooooooop, please, PLEASE STOP!" I shrieked, but their hands wouldn't leave my body, even though I heard Jace scream at Magnus to stop.
I just pressed my head against the pillow while He ripped the bra wires out of my chest and examined my body of other heavy injuries but he found none.
The poison. He doesn't know about the Poison.
I took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist.
"Poison . . . he- he injected. . . " I closed my eyes. Waves of exhaustion washed over me and as Magnus hands came down on me again, they pulled me under.
Sooo "like" it or not ?
To scary or should I continue with it ?
Please please PLEASE REVIEW ! (but be nice please, I'm don't speak English so there are probably a lot of grammar mistakes)
Love you guys.
-StHp2a.m.