I tried to update asap, thanks to that lovely review recived, thanks to "Writers Block 420". I also love the little favorites and stuff, makes me feel special. So heres chaptr two! Enjoy. It starts in the point of view of Alec and moves to Jace and to Clary. So enjoy, also the this is "Joathan" Speaking. Just thought id mention that.

Disclamer: I don't own the charecters, all of these lovelys are C.C's im just playing with them.

Ps. There is strong lanugage, violence and harm to ones self. Just saying. xoxo

*This is an updated chapter, reposted with mistakes fixed. Fixed on October 2012*

A.P.O.V

"You think he has multiple personality disorder?" I asked Hodge Starkweather quietly.

The man nodded, he was thin had scars from his days as a solder, "Yes, he told me about Jonathan. I was also able to track down his mother. She, and his brother ,Christopher, will be in later today."

I had no idea that Jace had any family, he never talked about them. "Okay, I have to go get Jace for his eye appointment. He also gets his cane today!"

When I opened the door Jace's head snapped up, but the restraints around his wrists and ankles kept him down. Not that I thought he would hurt me. "Hello Jace, how are you feeling today" I asked as I undid the restraints.

"Just peachy. I must say, I'd rather not be tied to the bed by you."

At least he was Jace again, not the crazy yelling violent Jonathan that came out yesterday. Jace's light blond hair was growing long, much longer then the copped hair he came here with. He still wore eye bandages so I didn't know what color his were. He had stubble around his jaw, but he didn't seem to care.

I helped Jace into his wheel chair. "Do I really get my eyes back?"

I couldn't help but chucked at the extactic tone of voice he used, it was almost childlike," I believe so, also you get your cane. No more being pushed around."

"Really? That's so exciting."

I smiled, "I wish all my patients were this enthused about extra work for them. Would make my life so much easier."

Jace laughed again, "Not all people can be as amazingly handsome and be willing to work."

One thing Izzy and I had learned in our time with Jace is that he was rough, from his time in the Army, he was cocky, but for good reason. But he was also kind, as Izzy and I had witnessed when he communicated with Clary. A small, quiet, insane, girl. Who had seen one to many moons in her days.

As I pushed Jace through the long chilly hallways I wondered why they were drawn to each other. Jace was big and tall and cocky. Clary was small and delicate and hasn't spoken in a long time. Both had very deep rooted issues. Jace checked himself in with a case of P.T.S.D and ended up with multiple personality disorder. Poor man. Clary was sent here after she almost killed her brother and father, poor girl snapped after years of abuse and mistreatment. Stabbed the brother seventeen times, and the father twenty-three. She seemed to know where not to stab them so they would die instantly. She only got the non-lethal places.

Her father, and brother had spent three years in prison and were now free. It wasn't right. Jace was humming absently as we walked. I knew that he hated to rely on people, especially when it came to bath time. I suppose telling him I was gay made no difference.

"Okay, Jace. Here we go, we're walking into the eye specialists room." I pushed Jace into a dimly lit room, it would help so his eyes could adjust to the light. A short, chubby woman, slightly resembling Molly Weasley, sat in front of a chair.

"Jace, Alec. I am Doctor Moeino. Take a seat?"

Jace walked to the chair, and smiled proudly. I watched as the doctor slowly took of the bandages and looked around Jace's eyes. "You may need glasses to read, but you were lucky, none of the shrapnel went into and scratched your cornea. Or anything else important."

Jace nodded and blinked his eyes furiously, "I...I can see," He said stunned. Jace looked at me, and cocked an eyebrow. "Huh, almost exactly what I was expecting. Nice to see you Alec," Jace looked at me from wide tawny eyes. "Wow, this is crazy. I can see! After six months," Jace looked around excitedly

"You can also walk. Even though you should be blind and paralyzed. You, Jace Wayland, have pushed every expectation we have set for you to the max," I said smiling at him.

The doctor gave Jace some glasses, Jace smiled brightly as I pushed him down to the hall. Jace looked amazingly excited to get his cane. Sometimes his smile would suddenly fade, and he would look scared. I wondered if that was Jonathan talking, or telling Jace things.

I helped Jace walk to his room. When we got inside Jace froze, he took off his glasses, his eyes were wide. "Christopher? Mum?" He asked in a nervous voice.

A tall woman with light, silvery blonde hair, like Jace had, stood up and hugged Jace. The man, who looked almost exactly like Jace hugged them both.

"Jace." The woman, looked at me, "Who are you?"

"I'm Alec Lightwood, one of Jace's nurses."

Christopher looked at his mother, before helping Jace to his bed. "Well let you eat your lunch, then join you for group time, okay sweetie?" His mother asked.

Jace nodded and watched as his mother and brother left the room along with me. "He's so different. Alec? What's wrong with my baby brother?" Christopher asked softly when we were out of earshot from Jace's room.

"We believe he has multiple personality disorder. People create different personalities, sometimes it's a lost loved one, or what they wish to change in themselves. Did Jace ever lose anyone in his life named Jonathan?" I said as I led them to Hodge's room, so he could speak to them.

"First of all, my name is Jocelyn. But yes, Jace lost his father and his older brother. His father was a solder. Jonathan jr died in a car accident that should have killed Jace too, when he was young."

I nodded, "Just tell that to Hodge, okay?"

Amanda and Christopher nodded and went into the doctor's office. I hurried down the hall, to a different section of the hospital, one that I visited often. I knocked on a door that was close to Clary's. I was on a section for people who were close to be able to leave, but weren't quite there.

"Come in," An absent voice said, before returning to humming.

A tall man sat stretched out on a bed, his black hair was hanging in his greeney gold eyes. Magnus Bane. He had a darkish skin tone, from his Asian mother, and his father's features. So he told me anyway.

"Alec!" Magnus exclaimed brightly. "I'm being released tomorrow! It's amazing!"

I smiled at the man, "That is amazing Granger. Where will you go?" Magnus frowned; he had lost his mother and father to a murder suicide that he witnessed.

"I'm not sure. I suppose I'll have to get an apartment. Look for work."

I smiled, "I'm sure I could help you out Magnus."

His eyes lit up, "Really? I have a cat."

"I don't mind cats, as long as they don't shed on my slippers."

Magnus smiled brightly, and thanked me a zillion times. I looked at my watch and hurried to get my lunch, so I could go get Clary. It was my day.

We all had different patients we always worked with, for myself and Izzy it was usually Clary, Jace, Magnus, Shane Penfeather, formerly Penelope Garroway. We worked with other people, but it was in our daily schedules to work with them. So they could get used to us. As little change as possible was best for them.

Of all the people I worked with Clary Morgenstern was the strangest, by far. When she first came here I was just 20, and doing my on the job training, Clary was talkative when she first came. Bright, and usually had a sad smile on her face. But then she changed very fast. Started only talking to herself, having conversations. Then she stopped talking all together.

Clary's doctors put her on medicine for Schizophrenia; she started to talk again for a little while, but only to certain people, and more to herself. Then she started to get violent, freaking out randomly. She spent a lot of time in isolation, in those padded rooms in all the horror movies. She would scream in her sleep, and couldn't tell the difference between reality and delusions.

The doctors realized that she not only had Schizophrenia, but that she had a forum of Multiple personality disorder. I could remember a time when she would just sit there, for days, not eating, not moving, and not sleeping. Just sitting there. It really scared me, to see her progression. Clary was up and down. Now, she seemed to be up.

Clary smiled up at me when I opened her door. "Still not talking to me?" I asked teasingly when I walked in.

Clary held up a notebook, did Jace get his sight back? She had written under a drawing of the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Yes he did. Why?"

Clary bit her bottom lip and scribbled something down. We made a deal. She wrote. I just shrugged and smiled at her. "Okay, let's go. It's time to go. You up for it today?" Clary nodded. Some days she was too tired, from lack of sleep to go to group. But ever since she started to get closer to Jace, she always went.

I closed her door behind her, "Did you take your pills today?" When she nodded I smiled. "Did you eat?" Clary looked up at me and nodded.

"Good, I'm proud." Clary had Anorexia when she first came. We often had trouble getting her to eat. "If you started to speak to us, you'd be out of here with Magnus," I said.

Clary looked up at me curiously, "Yes. Magnus should be released tomorrow. You'll miss him visiting won't you?"

Clary nodded, Magnus had been better for a while, and had been helping other patients. In between relapses. Clary and Magnus were close. Even if the conversations with her were pretty one sided.

I opened the door to the group visiting area. There was a piano, some people were playing cards, others were sitting in the chairs, talking to themselves, or to others. Clary walked over to the chairs she always sat in, just a plane wooden chair and two leather chairs. Clary crossed her legs and bent her head over her notepad. She was truly an amazing artist. All the nurses, myself included, had a portrait done.

I leaned against the desk that the nurse sat behind and watched all the patients. It was good for them to have some social interactions. "Jace not coming to sit with Clary today?" Beth asked.

I smiled and nodded, "Oh he is. His brother and mother are here, they'll be here soon. Jace can now walk!"

Beth was a short curvy woman with black hair and dark eyes. She was always smiling, everyone loved her. Well everyone who was in their minds at the time. But even the kindest of people were capable of hating everyone.

I watched as Izzy and Christopher helped Jace into the room. He was leaning heavily on his cane, but looked happy to be walking. I looked at my sister, her long black hair was tied back, and her dark brown eyes were bright.

Izzy walked over to where Beth and I were. "Jace is so excited to be walking. But Hodge thinks that he his other personality is a mix of his brother and father."

I nodded and watched as Jace hobbled his way over to his ever silent red haired friend.

J.P.O.V

Christopher helped me walk, over to where Clary sat.

Alec and Isabelle were almost identical; both had black hair and the same features. Alec was tall and had black hair that fell into his blue eyes. Isabelle was also tall, and very thin, she had long black hair that she wore pulled back, out of her brown eyes. I had always pictured Isabelle as a blonde, but she was attractive.

Everything was blurry at first, but I got used to seeing again really fast. Christopher looked a lot like me. But we were nothing alike. He was an arts student; I was a medical student until I went to Iraq.

My eyes found Clary, sitting on a hard leather chair, bent over a sketch pad. When I sat beside her, her head snapped up, looking at me surprised. Sure know how to pick em' Jace. Jonathan whispered. I didn't know where he was, but I had to agree.

Clary had pale skin and wild red curls. Her big eyes were bright green. There was a flash of freckles across her nose. I was right about her size; Clary was very small and thin. When she smiled at me, her whole face lit up.

"Hello Clary," I smiled at her, "Chris, Mum, this is Clary."

"I'm Christopher, Jace's older brother. He's told me a lot about you."

Clary looked from me to Christopher, her eyes were slightly narrowed. "I'm Jocelyn, Jace's mother, it's nice to meet you," Mum stuck her hand out for Clary to shake.

Tentatively she did, I was a bit surprised. Clary didn't seem to be too fond of new people. She opened her mouth like she was going to talk, but closed it again, and bit her bottom lip.

"We're sorry Jace, but we have to get back home. We'll be back on Saturday," Mum said after a moment.

I hugged them both, I watched as Isabelle led them from the room. Bitch! Leaving already, stupid whore. Jonathan hissed viciously.

I fought for a moment to get Jonathan to stop yelling about my mother, but when I was done Clary looked at me nervously. "Are you okay?" She whispered. I started in shock, Clary had promised me that when I could see and walk again that see that she would speak to me. I hadn't really believed her.

"Yes, thank you."

Clary nodded her eyes were taking me in. Wouldn't you just love to see her wreathing underneath you, calling your name? "Stop" I hissed. Clary looked at me. "Who are you talking to?" She asked softly.

Her voice was soft, and insanely quiet. "Jonathan" I said simply.

Clary took my hand, not in the way that she would when she was going to write on my hand, but in a comforting way. "There is no one here but you and I Jace," She whispered.

I looked past her head to see Alec and Isabelle staring slack jawed at Clary and I. Clary had apparently not talked to anyone in quite a few years. Lying slut, can't you see! I'm right here, you dumb fuck. Can't you see? Jonathan asked, just to the left I saw a man with dark blond hair sitting in a chair, watching us.

"He's right there," I said "See?" I jerked my head to where Jonathan sat, looking at us.

Clary slowly looked over there, before returning her soft gaze to me, "No, I'm sorry Jace. No one is there," She nodded after a second, as if comforting what she said was true.

Lying skank, I'm right here. Jonathan screamed, the sound reverberated around my head, causing me to flinch back.

I looked up to Alec, I knew how scared my expression was, Alec rushed over. "What is it Jace?" He asked softly.

"Jonathan, can you see him?" I asked, I pointed to where Jonathan sat, eyeing all of us with carefully calculated glare.

"I'm sorry Jace. I don't see him. Clary, do you?" Alec asked.

Clary bit her lip for a moment, "No," She answered softly "I don't see him Jace."

I started to shake my head, Jonathan's voice was getting louder, yelling at me for being stupid, at Alec, calling him mean names, at Clary, insulting her. "May I go back to my room?" I asked through clenched teeth. For some reason I didn't want to have Clary see me lose control.

I stood up and grabbed my cane. Clary stood up also, her head didn't reach my shoulder, "Everything will be alright," She whispered quietly, so only I could hear.

Alec helped me back to my room, Jonathan was gliding in front of us, shouting insults.

I can't believe you let that little faggot touch you, he wants you. Ugh, disgusting, filthy faggot. Jonathan's harsh words tried to force their way out of my mouth, but I but my tongue.

Alec helped me to my bed, "Jace, are you okay?" Alec asked, looking down at me, his dark blue eyes were studying me carefully.

Jonathan's words forced themself out of my mouth, then I blacked out. I could hear my voice shouting those insults, but I wasn't in charge of my body. I watched as I tried to hurt Alec. I was helpless, paralyzed inside my own body. Alec was stronger than me easily, but Jonathan was fighting back. I tried to do something, I really did. But that made Jonathan angry. I felt something painful jab into my wrist, a nail, and drag across the skin there. I felt that sharp stinging pain, again and again. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't

Then I felt myself being dragged by strong arms, I wasn't fighting. I wasn't screaming anymore. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Clary, her green eyes scared, her words. "Everything will be alright," bounced around my head. The nothing

C.P.O.V

I'm not sure what attracted me to Jace, he was sarcastic, and cocky, and always making jokes. But I made an effort to communicate to him, I promised to talk to him, when he achieved his goals. To walk and to see.

I had been promised things all my life, never have any of them ever been fulfilled. But I wanted to keep mine to Jace. I spoke to Alec, because the words came. I knew talking would bring her back, that voice, that made me do bad things. I just knew it.

After Jace was taken away, mumbling insults I knew there was something wrong with him, well obviously, but something other than the norm. Maybe he had what had, or so Hodge had told me I had. Split personality disorder.

I always paid attention when the doctors spoke about and too me. I even wrote most of it down, so I could know what was happening. Most of them assumed I was stupid, or so broken that I wasn't able to speak. But I wasn't. I hadn't spoken because I never really had anything to say, and Rachel used to come when I spoke. But forced myself to remember that she wasn't real. She was a figment of my imagination, of my head. It was hard to believe that sometimes. Especially when the other voices spoke. The low whispers, hissing nothings.

When group time was over, I allowed Isabelle to lead me back to my room. "Are you speaking to all of us now?"

"May I speak with Hodge please?" I asked. I was nervous, I didn't want Rachel to come back, to try to make me hurt people, myself again.

Isabelle looked down at me, "Yes, sure. You have an appointment with him anyway."

I left my sketch book and pencils on my bed. We were on our way up to Dr. Hodge Starkweathers room, when we heard yelling and fighting. Isabelle looked down at me quickly, before hurrying to opposite way when we heard Alec trying to call for security.

Isabelle was thin, but I had seen her take down a security guard, for fun. She ran into a room with the name Jace Wayland outside. Isabelle ran in, I couldn't help but peak inside the room. Jace was fighting with Alec, who was restraining him. Isabelle moved to help. Jace was yelling, in a voice that was not his own. Jonathan. I went back into the hallway when I saw him being a nail across his wrists.

My hand tightened around my own scared wrists, four suicide attempts the tell me. I didn't remember, Rachel was in control at that point. I watched as two big security guards ran in, after a little shuffling Jace was being led from his room. He looked at me, I was scared, not of him, but for him. No one really scared me anymore. Not after Sebastian and Valentine.

Isabelle and Alec came out, I bit my lip. Alec looked a little shaken, "He.. Jonathan took over. Believe me, that wasn't Jace," I said.

Alec looked at me, he ran a hand through his black hair, trying to put it into place. "I know it was Clary, don't worry. We know, now Isabelle has to go with Jace. But I'm going to take you to see Hodge. I think he may have someone to see you."

I frowned, who would come see me other than Simon? Who already came every Sunday from eleven to three. Simon Lewis was my best friend, always had been, even after and during what I call my bad years. But why would he be here.

Alec opened the door for me, and closed it behind me. "Hi, Clary," Hodge says, not expecting an answer.

"Hi Mr. Starkweather," I said, softly. I didn't like projecting my voice, quiet was better.

The man looked up at me, "Oh my! You're talking! What started this?!"

I took my seat on the couch, and pulled my legs underneath me. "I made a promise to Jace, that when he started to see and walk that I would start talking."

"Call me Hodge, please," Hodge scribbled down some notes on a clipboard. "But, Clary we have someone to see you today."

The door opened behind me, I heard one heavy set of footsteps, much too heavy to be Simon. Then heard a cough, and froze. I watched as a tall man with cropped black hair came into my view. My heart picked up, my palms became sweaty, and my mouth dry. Valentine Morgenstern.

"Wha..."I couldn't force words out.

Hodge shifted in his chair. "Clary, Valentine has something to say to you."

Valentine looked at me, and looked disgusted, "First of all, you have let yourself go, ugh, you are weak. You can rot in hell for what you did to me. To my son. You are worthless. You are dead to me bitch. Like your slut mother. You deserve all of this, you deserve any and all pain you have," Valentine stood up to leave, but before I could move or Hodge could stop him, Valentine hit me heard across the face.

I fell over from the force. "SECURITY!" Hodge yelled. Men came and got Valentine. Alec came for me, I could feel the mark on my face.

Alec led me to my room. When he left I sat there, I tried reading over my notes, but nothing could stop his words.

I was worthless, I was nothing, maybe I did deserve all this. Maybe did deserve the pain. I fingers trailed along the side of my bed, looking for the loosed screw. I brought it across my wrist, again, and again. Not feeling the pain that I deserved.

"You are weak," Valentines words ran around my head. Rachel would never return, she was gone, she was fake. Those other voices, they were fake as well. But all of Valentines harsh words, his strikes to me, his murder of my mother, everything played in my head. Causing me to cut again, deeper.

I droped the nail, as Valentines words echoed around me. Calling me a worthless slut, everything. Sebastian... My own brother. It all came back, pain everywhere, but where I cut. Everything was numb then. Slipping from me.

My door opened, a tall, greney golden eyed man walked in. "Clary! NO!" He started screaming, yelling for me for someone. I wanted the pain in my wrists to overcome that from Valentine and Sebastian, but it didn't. It couldn't.

Beth and James, two nurses ran in, Beth escorted Magnus from my room, he was crying. James wrapped up my wrists and picked me up. That's when I passed out, as I was being carried away.

Jace's voice came to my mind, the times while we were talking. His calloused hands undermine as I wrote on the back of his hand. The note I gave him, of a sun and stars, because that's what he reminded me of, saying don't ever give up.

I tried to escape pain of my past, with pain. Oh I really was fucked up.

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