"So fly away and leave it behind
Just stay awake, there's no where to hide
I see you cause you won't get out of my way
I hear you cause you won't quit screaming my name
I feel you cause you won't stop touching my skin
I need you- I'm coming to take you away"

-Away by Breaking Benjamin

I can't remember much.

There's a bump on my head and I feel like I'm going to barf. Well, I'm sitting alone in a field of grass, so at least no one would get mad. I groan and clutch my head. I'm dizzy, really dizzy.

What's my name?

God, I can't remember.

I move to stand up, but I can't, and suddenly I'm not sitting in a field anymore. I'm sitting on a sidewalk, in front of a dilapidated church. But before I know it, its image is changing. Now it is a beautiful brand new church with gothic spires and gargoyles.

Where the hell have I been?

I stand up on shaky feet. My knees almost buckle but I straighten myself out before I can. Something in the back of my mind tingles as I look at the building before me, but I can't remember.

I look down at my arms and nearly start to cry. They're cut up and bleeding. How had I not noticed that before? My eyes tear up and I will myself to remember. My hair is long and straight, jet black that must be dyed. My T-shirt is ripped up, the words on the front unable to be read. It's black too, and my jeans are muddy and ripped and I look down curiously at my bare feet. The nails are painted silver, not a chip on them. Completely perfect.

"Nepenthe?"

I look up to see a girl that almost mirrors my image except for the clothes standing on the front steps of the church.

"Oh my gosh, it is you!" the girl runs forward and hugs me. "I should get you inside. What the hell happened? How'd you get like this?"

"I don't remember…" my hands are scraped up and I stare down at them.

"My stele's inside," she says. "I'll get you all healed up."

"Wait." I say as she tries to pull me towards the church. "Who are you?"

She pauses, staring at me. "You mean you don't remember? We were friends when we were little. You know, Maryse's daughter? Isabelle Lightwood?"

I shake my head. "Doesn't ring a bell."

"Oh," she says disappointedly. "I thought, you would remember." she straightens up. "Wait. What can you remember?"

"Nothing," I say. "What is my name?"

"Nepenthe," she says. "Nepenthe Glassgoode."

"Oh," I play with the hem of my shirt. "Where am I? what year is it?"

"It's- well, it's 2008. You're in New York City."

"May I come in?" I ask, looking past her at the towering gothic building.

"Yes," she says. "Come in, I'll help you, fix you up. I'll tell Hodge you're here." she grabs my firmly by the wrist and tugs me along to the front steps. We enter and go up a rickety old elevator and she leads me to a library.

Sitting at an oak desk is an aging old man. He looks about in his fifties or so. He looks up and practically does a double take. Isabelle and I look so much alike, it scares me.

"Who is this?" he pulls his glasses off the bridge of his nose.

"Nepenthe Glassgoode." Isabelle says. "I found her outside. She can't remember anything, Hodge."

"Oh," he says. There's something in his voice that alarms me, but I don't know what to think of it. "You can't remember anything Miss Glassgoode?"

I shake my head. "I woke up here. At first I thought I was in a field, but then I was on a sidewalk, and then-"

"Sounds like warlock mischief to me." he mutters. "They probably messed with your memory. Do you remember anything before waking up here?"

"No sir."

"Not a thing?"

"No," I shake my head. "Can I please just get cleaned up? I just, need to rest."

"You can stay here as long you like, Nepenthe. I'm going to call the Clave. They might know if you went missing." he mutters something else incoherently.

Isabelle takes me by the elbow and veers me into her room, and she kicks around some stray articles of clothing. She digs around in her drawers for a second, and then pulls out a clean pair of jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. I go into the bathroom and change.

I study myself in the mirror. There's a dark purple bruise on my cheekbone underneath my left eye. I quickly put the clothes on and go back into Isabelle's room. She's gone.

I hear talking and some animated shouting down farther in the hallway. I peek my head out, and a boy with amber eyes and brass curls is leaning against the wall as Isabelle shouts something at him.

I clear my voice and Isabelle looks at me. "Oh! Sorry, Nepenthe. I didn't know were done." she comes over and takes my dirty beat up clothes. "Alright," she says. "Go get your stele Jace, I can't find mine. I need to fix up her arms there."

Jace rolls his eyes. "Yes your highness." he leaves.

"Sorry about that," she takes my arm in her steely grip, and I flinch. "That's my brother. He's a really stupid teenage boy if you hadn't noticed."

I stand a few inches shorter than Isabelle, and I stand on the tips of my toes to reach her height. She releases my arm and I follow back into the library. Hodge is gone.

"Sit down," she says coolly, pointing to an armchair. "Jace can put the runes on." she disappears for a few more minutes and then Jace enters.

"I heard you needed this?" he waves a silver writing utensil in front of me with a needle sharp tip.

"Yeah."

He comes over and sits down on the stool for the armchair across from me. He takes my arm, and I'm slightly surprised by the difference in his grasp compared to Isabelle's. His is soft and gentle, rather than firm and tight.

He traces a black mark on each of my arms and it burns, but it's a familiar burn. I wouldn't know why it's familiar because of the whole memory loss thing, but I don't flinch away from it.

When he finishes he pulls away, and I can't help but stare.

He gives me a quick half smile before leaving the room without a word. My arm tingles, and the cuts heal up quickly.

I'm about to get up and go find somebody when I stop dead as somebody walks into the room.

The wave of a memory washes over me.

Wow, that was kind of crappy. This was a really random idea, thought of it like ten minutes ago. Review please!