At first I felt nothing. All I saw was darkness penetrating my sight. I tried to move but my fingers and toes felt like they were glued together and hands were pushing down hard on my arms and legs. I was completely immobile. It wasn't the fact that I couldn't move that frightened me, it was the fact that I couldn't feel my heartbeat. Was this dying? Was this what it felt like to never see the light of day? Am I done? I involuntarily sigh and inhale. Then my ribs burst with pain. I was losing air. BREATHE CLARY BREATHE! After a few seconds of regaining my breath I was breathing normally. What kind of sick dream is this? My head begins to lighten up and finally I can see some light. The light itself resembled a spotlight. There appeared to be specks of dust visible in the light. My body is still immobile but the light advances towards me and wraps around me like a blanket. I look ahead of me and see that the light is pouring out from a window. The frame was wooden and painted white and sitting on top of the ledge was my sketch pad and your basic number 2 pencil. . My hands felt relieved. Finally, I can draw! But I still can't move. This angers me. What's wrong with me? Why can't I move! I'm growing frustrated.

"WHY AREN'T YOU WORKING!" I yell frustratingly at my body.

I feel my face becoming red with anger. "Please!", I yell to no one in particular, "help me!"

I try and thrash my arms and legs around but they just feel numb and useless. I could imagine myself hanging my head in defeat. So here I am in dream number two with completely useless limbs and my sketchpad and pencil sitting there on the window ledge mocking me. Oh what a wonderful life! Then the light goes out, it's dark again. I inwardly sigh. Well, there goes my hope! Out of the darkness I can faintly see the smooth edges of the window which is just kinda there. It's not on some kind of wall but maybe it is? At this point I really shouldn't care about if the window is hanging off a wall or not but it has come to that point. I need help and I can't get some. Normally, I'm a pretty dependent person but I'm letting my protective walls down. I need a savior.

As I think this to myself an image comes to mind, Jace. I know that there is no way to get him to save me now. I mean, he's still in cotton candy land heaven and for all I know I could be at the bottom of a ditch or something. Jace….Jace. I imagine myself picking up that sketchpad that was on the window ledge and grasping the pencil firmly as I flipped through all the years of used paper and endless drawings until I at last found a clean one. I feel something happening to my hand. My hand was buzzing and it feels like its come back alive and working after its been murderously chopped off my arm. I can actually feel the sensation of holding that number two pencil and starting off lightly on that piece of paper. I can now feel the comforting roughness of the classic sketchbook paper in my hands and I feel my fingers moving every once in a while to smudge something or to run a hand through my curly red mob of hair. I feel like a person learning to walk or to listen to noises for the first time. I feel generally happier as I am sort of back to my favorite thing that kept me sane all these years. I can picture an image in my head of what I'm drawing. It's an angel, obviously. His body is sculpted carefully and with strong edges and turns. His muscles appear strong and belong to a strong-built body. His hair was long and ended at the bottom of his chin. I drew it so his hair had a wind-swept look to it. As I sit there and look at the work I've done I instantly feel attached to the work. I feel like I want to run my fingers through his hair even if the drawing is two-dimensional . AS I finish his body I begin to make his features more exact. I drew in abs under his shirt and I gave him a sense of empowerment. I drew his wings ,behind his back, wide and fair. The feathers were carefully placed and appeared smooth and soft, heavenly. I finally worked on his face, his angular jaw, his gleaming eyes, his arrogant smile. I see it fully now, what I've been drawing, Jace. I feel myself smiling as I look back at this finished drawing, I'm overwhelmed with pride.

Then, all of a sudden the drawing is ripped out of my hands forcefully. I look up and try to see who took my perfect drawing from me. I see no one, just darkness. Confusedly, I look around to see nothing. I'm still in a blank room. I could imagine myself looking extremely confused at the moment. All of a sudden I am pulled out of imagination and I'm back into the lonely some darkness, where I cannot move. I still see that stupid window across from me. What is it's purpose? How is is supposed to help me? I just wanna go home! Suddenly, a blinding light seeps through the room. I wanna shield my eyes but I just can't do so. I try to close my eyes but alas, they too don't work. Then I see something in the light. It's slowly getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Then I see it, its a person, an angel, Jace.

I feel my eyes widen. He's here! He's actually going to save me! I try to motion him over to me but I can't do that. When he's fully arrived I can see him looking at me in a strange way. It would be strange to see a girl you just met be stuck motionless in a dark room, but never the less I understand. He swiftly walks over to me and gets a good look over of me.

Instead he says "In a bit of a predicament are we?".

I groan at his cocky tone when he said that. "Yes, I am. Now can you please help me out and tell me where I am?"

He gives me a stern look but does not do anything. "I don't know where you are, thats a first because I simply know EVERYTHING! Now, the getting you out part.." he sighs as he thinks and then finally reaches out for me with his hand and hold it onto my immobile arms. I try to look down but whatever this force is is really getting on my nerves now. I feel a slight sting of pain that spreads throughout my body. I almost cry out in pain but I bite my lip to prevent from doing so.

He then looks at me. "Follow me", he said simply.

I nod my head and stop completely. Wait! I can move! Whatever he did worked! Quickly, I move my fingers and my toes and almost cry because I can finally move.

"Thank you!" I exclaim rather loudly. I run up and hug him. I can't believe I'm saying this but it feels so great to move. Now the other problem, getting out. After I release him from the hug I look at him seriously. "How do I get out?", I ask.

"Follow me" he reiterates. He holds out his hand to me and I take it. He guides me forward towards the window. The window! Of corse! He leads me up right to it and stops.

"This is where I leave you" he said to me.

I look down. "well, I guess this is goodbye."

He lifts my chin up. "Until we meet" he said.

Now I'm filled with happiness, "When?" I ask.

"Soon". Thats all he says before pushing me softly towards the window. I notice now the other side of the window is getting brighter, like a light bulb. I give him one last look before I put one foot through followed by the other.

Clary's eyes opened slowly and lightly after having a good nights sleep. She closed them again wanting to return back to the place where she had a friend. Soon, he said, I want to meet him now!, she thought. Her eyes then opened again as she quickly heard the sound of something beeping. She looked over and instantly regretted it. Her neck felt stiff and unused. She kept her head to the side as she glanced over and saw white walls and curtains and a heart monitor beeping at a rate a normal heart should go. She moved her head so that she was looking towards the ceiling, which was white as well. why am I in a hospital?, she thought. She lie like this for a while, every so so often moving a part of her aching body. She looked in front of her so see a table at the foot of her bed which was covered in cards, pictures and little notes left for her. She tried to sit up but stopped trying when it really hurt her. She sighed then lie awake in the depressing hospital loneliness for a few more minutes before she heard a door open. She raised her head slightly to see who it was and instantly smiled, Jon. He walked casually into the room like he's been here a million times. His face looks tired and his hair looks was wearing a suit which was very uncharacteristic of him, and it looked nice on him. In his hand he held a vase full of daisies, different colors of flowers ranging from red to deep blue and baby's breath. He opened the door to Clary's room and didn't even seem to notice she was awake. He set the flowers on the loaded table before going to the side of the bed to take her hand. She saw him not even look up at her but just kept his eyes to the ground. Then he started talking.

"He was found guilty Clary. That filthy bastard was found guilty."

Clary then felt the power to let her presence be known even if she had no idea what he was talking about. She squeezed his hand. Jon looked up at her and his jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Clare-bear! Y-You're awake!" He said softly. He instantly got out of his standing state and got down, hugging her to him. She could feel his tears falling on her cheek and on her hospital gown.

"What's going on?" Clary asked.

Jon withdrew from her and said, "I will tell you everything later okay? I'm going to get someone to check up on you! I'm getting you out of here!"

Clary couldn't help but smile at his excitement. She nodded at his proclamation of getting help. Jon reached over to the table and grabbed her sketchbook and a pencil." I thought you might want to draw again when you wake up."Jon said.

Although still confused, Clary nodded and took the familiar sketchbook and pencil in her hands. She watched as he left to find a nurse and then looked at her sketchbook. Quickly, she flipped pages until she found an empty one, but as she was flipping pages, her fingers stopped on this one page. There, on the page, was her drawing of Jace which she made when she was dreaming. Her eyes widened and she was starting to freak out. She pushed past it, however, and saw the true beauty in it. As she was occupied with looking deep into the drawings eyes she failed to notice her room door open and to hear a gasp. She turned her attention to the nurse when she heard her talking.

"Your awake! I can't believe it! It's a miracle!" She exclaimed. She ran over to Clary and checked her vitals and her monitors before asking her a few questions.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you some things and you have to answer okay?"

Clary nodded.

"Whats your name?"

"Clary Fray"

"What year is it?"

Clary thought about this for awhile "2013?"

The nurse, Patricia, wrote this down.

"Who was the last person you talked to?"

"Why are you asking me these questions? I was only asleep for one night? Why am I in the hospital? Where are mom and dad? Jon please! Whats going on?" Clary finally broke.

"Clary" both the nurse and John said. They looked at each other and the nurse motioned for Jon to continue. "You were in a standstill"

Clary was in shock. "Again?" she groaned. "How long"

Jon noticeably paled. "A year".