Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Mortal Instruments. It all belongs to Cassie Clare. Only the plot line is mine.

Okay, so this is my first time in writing a story on here. Don't be too harsh but constructive criticism is welcomed. Tell me if you like it, hate it or whatever. Don't forget to review to tell me what you think. I know this is a cliffhanger and you don't really get what's happening but that's why it's the prologue! Oh, and this is in first person, I can't really write in third person. Sorry to those who like third person writing!

Prologue: The Runaway

Clary's Point of View

My heart pounded in my ears; I ran as fast as I could. I pushed myself harder than before, ignoring the calls behind me.

I flung myself at the wall, pressing the button for the old, rickety elevator. I prayed that it would come before anyone saw me. I won't – no, can't – let anyone see me in the state. Especially not him. The tears were dangerously close to spilling and I can't afford to cry.

Just the slightest thought of him sent a wave of emotion over me and I chocked back a sob. I just had to last until I was home.

I heard hurried steps pounding on the stairs – shouting my name but I ignored it.

With a groan, the elevator came and I didn't hesitate to jump in it. Just as I got in, Isabelle snaked her hand on my wrist in an unbreakable hold.

"Clary, what happened?" Izzy asked, worry laced in her words. I just shook my head and looked down.

"Clary," she said in a firm voice. "What happened? Is it –"

I couldn't bear to hear what she was going to say. I yanked my hand back – the training after all these months came in handy – and pushed Izzy away, making her stumble on her feet before landing on her rear end. Her hands propped her up while she was lying on her back, gazing at me with a hurt expression, mixed with a feared look for me before I swiftly got into the elevator and pressed the button that would take me down.

I didn't have time to ponder about Iz. I just needed to get out. Run away as fast as I could. I looked up just as the elevator groaned, signaling that it was going to start moving.

I regretted it. I saw him through the diamonds, his golden eyes hard, as if mad at me. Asshat, I scoffed. I glared up at him let all my pain seep into my gaze. He deserved to feel bad for what he did.

As it rocked down, I casted one last glance at him – I couldn't help it. I saw the hard look melt into a sad, pained look. I've never seen him so…open. And vulnerable. But I didn't care. I looked away and when I finally reached the Institution doors, I gazed back once more into the hallway and stepped outside, the doors to the Institution wide open.

The breeze that cooled down the boiling summer day in New York was just the opposite of how my life was. It wasn't all sunshine and happiness for me. I closed the Institution doors.

Without a backward glance, I headed home.

So, yeah, I warned you of the cliffhanger but if you want me to continue the story please tell me! I don't know if it is good or not since it's my first time writing. Tell me what you think with that little bubble there on the bottom that says review! Thanks for reading and *crosses fingers* for reviewing. Everything is appreciated!

Also, very sorry that it's so short! I usually write longer stuff, so if I continue it will be longer! It's just that it's a prologue and I personally don't think that it should be so long.

***Reminder: This is set AFTER City of Glass. And don't forget to review!