A/N: Before anyone shoots me, I swear that I'm working on new chapters for Be Brave and Deadly Games and one of them at least is almost done. But then this... and I just couldn't not do it! I adopted this story from MortalShadowhunter and the first six chapters are written by her.

Tessa cringes, digging her nails into her skin. Letting out a sharp scream of anger and pain, she buries her head into her pillow, trying to block out the unwelcome voices in her thoughts. Grabbing a book and throwing it in the direction of the girl, she shrinks away as the girl nears. Tessa is nearly pressed against the wall as she moves back, fear constricting her sense. "Get out of my head! Out."

Theresa.

"Get out!" Pressing her hands to her temples and rocking, Tessa lets out a cry as the voice grows louder.

Theresa.

"Get the hell away from me!"

"Tessie?" Her brother barrels into the room, his blond hair disheveled and unruly. Taking Tessa's hands from her face, he holds her face to his chest, rubbing her back. "It's not real. It's not real." His hands tighten on her back, patient as she chokes back fearful cries. "Did you take your medication today?"

"Not right now."

"Tessie."

"Not right now."

"Tessie, please." Carefully getting up, Nate crosses her room, pulling her pills from her drawer and unscrewing the cap. Pouring a few of the small, red, cylindrical things that the doctors promised would help her, Nate gives them to Tessa. "Tessa. You need to take them." She is still, just holding the pills in her hand and staring at them. Reluctantly, she raised her hand to her mouth, swallowing the pills.

"Please Nate. Go away or she's going to burn you." Tessa stares up at him, her mouth pressed together in a thin, red line. "She's going to burn you and she's going to hurt you."

Sitting down next to his sister, Nate puts his arm around her. "I'll be fine. We'll get you help. I promise."

~~ooo~~

Red, burning rage as hot as lava eats away at Will, his blue eyes blazing. Slamming and locking the door to his room, Will paces, his breath coming out in staggering gasps. His chest is tight and it was on fire, but he paces and paces. Clenching his hands, he feels his nails cut into the palms of his hands and draw blood. Taking a pocket knife from his desk, he snaps it open, slamming it into the dry boards of his wall.

Trying to pull it out, he makes a series of stab marks, scratching off the paint and scraping away bits and pieces of dried foundation. His anger is still searing, but not as dominant as he came to his sense. A knock at the door sounds over the racket Will is making in his room. "Will! Open your door."

Will stays silent, drawing in his breath as he continues to let his nails score bloodied scratches against his skin. His sister fumbles at the lock on his door, the audible and recognizable sound of a bobby pin being wiggled in the lock, clicking it open. Backing away from her, Will narrows his eyes. "Can you just leave me alone? I don't need any of your advice or talks or your stupid, little-"

"Will. Can you just control it for once?" Cecily interrupts, raising her voice. She storms into the room, standing fearlessly in front of her brother. "You could have killed those two guys. I'm surprised you're stupid enough to fight. You know you'll win, but that doesn't satisfy you. Why do you always feel the need to show that you're better than they are?"

"They were giving me hell about our sister. What am I supposed to do?"

"Walk away!"

"That's weak. That's what you would do." Will snarls, his tone sharpening. "I don't care if they're hurt. They deserved it."

"You're sick."

"Weak."

"Impetuous."

"Bitch." Will instantly regrets his choice of words. Cecily jerks back as if she had been hit, blinking her eyes profusely. Moving to leave his room, Cecily holds up her hands.

"That's it. I can't take your episodes anymore. You're leaving."

~~ooo~~

"I don't know."

"Well, do you want to come downstairs with us?"

"No."

"Will you at least talk about what's going on?"

"No."

"Listen, James." Charlotte murmurs, her eyes sympathetic. "You're upset and I know that, but this desolation, this loneliness that you have willingly put yourself into isn't natural. You have to come downstairs sometime." She puts her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs it off, scooting back from her. Moving to take his violin from his hands, he pulls away quickly, his hands feverishly gripping his violin and bow.

"I don't want to talk right now." Jem whispers, positioning his violin under his throat. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to talk."

"I get it, but you're starting to worry me." Charlotte kneels beside him, trying to get him to make eye contact. He turns away from her, his head bowed down as he pulls his violin back to his chest, his fingers biting into the strings. "James, I don't want you to have to go away with the counselors. They're going to force you to go if you don't start taking to the new medication."

Jem shrugs, his expression indifferent. "Then let them come."

"You don't mean that-"

"I don't care." Jem says softly, shaking his head slowly. "I don't care what they do. They don't understand."

"Look, maybe I should let you go to the ward."

"Okay."

"Do you want to stay here?"

"Sure."

Charlotte sighs. "Where would you rather be?"

"I don't care."

Standing up, Charlotte takes her phone from her pocket, dialing a number. "I think you'll feel better if you go."

A/N: I didn't write this chapter or the next five to come. Like I said at the beginning of this story, the first six chapters are written by MortalShadowhunter. All the credit for this story goes to her. I only adopted this story. Go check out MortalShadowhunter's fanfics if you are a fan of the Infernal Devices. I love her fanfics - I swear, it's like she's Cassie herself!