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They're just standing there in the doorway, with those stupid smiles on their faces.

Like everything is fine.

They haven't even introduced themselves yet. The man writes in his notebook and the woman nods. They've been repeating this cycle for ten whole minutes. I'm dying to say something to them, but I can't. My lips are dry, and my throat hurts. I can't move.

Finally, the man says something. Leave it to the man to be the one that talks. My sixth grade health teacher said that men like that are why the part of the mouth that moves is called the mandible.

Men never stop talking.

Women think, men don't.

That's why this happened, and why it is still happening, to me. Stupid, unthinking, talking men. One is particular, but I don't want to think his name. It hurts too much.

"Miss. Fray, I'm Detective Law, and..." Detective Law, a large, average height bald man, with a gigantic mustache, and coffee stains down his shirt, pointed at the woman next to him.

Detective Law, how original.

The woman should be Detective Order.

Hello. We're detectives Law & Order. No they didn't name the show after us. We're stupid cops whose only joy in life is to annoy the heck out of people who don't need, and won't to talk to, us, and nobody makes TV shows about people like that.

"This is Detective Lucille." The woman, much taller, and more slender than the man, with frizzy chestnut colored hair and no makeup, waved at me. I'm still not saying anything.

I don't acknowledge them. I don't nod. I don't say anything.

I know why they're here.

They're here to do those disgusting tests, to stick metal things where metal things should not be stuck, to take my blood, and to ask questions.

All that kind of cop stuff that will get them nowhere if I don't talk. I can't talk, I won't talk, and I don't need to talk..

I don't know why they didn't come earlier, back when the evidence was still there. These tests are pointless.

Like I said, this hospital stinks, and so does the law enforcement.

All the evidence is gone.

No it isn't. It can't be.

It is.

It is not! They'll still catch him!

They are not gonna catch him! Face it Clary, he's gonna get away with it. Unless you say something.

I can't talk. I can't say anything. He'll kill me.

Not if he's in jail.

Then he'll send someone else! Just shut up. Leave me alone!

He's gonna get away with it.

"We're going to do a couple tests." Lucille said. Really? I thought you were gonna use that needle to get high. I thought you were gonna use that scary metal contraption to slit your throat. Too bad that's not the case.

"And we'll ask some questions." Detective Law finished Detective Lucille's sentence .

I sighed in response. I couldn't refuse, I didn't have the energy to.

Detective Lucille put on some gloves, completing the institution feel of this place with a final snap of the rubber, and Detective Law took out a notebook.

"So, can you tell us who did this to you?" He asked.

Tell him!

No!

You have to!

No I don't! Shut up!

Fine. Be that way.

I shook my head.

The detective sighed.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Detective Law asked, moving on to the next question.

I looked at him weird and the woman noticed. She obviously mistook my expression of fury, mixed together with embarrassment, as one of worry.

"Honey, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for everybody. You didn't deserve this. But if you don't answer our questions, this won't get any better."

Either way, it's as bad as it can be. No matter if I say anything or not, he still did it, and there's a part of me, both physical and mental, that I will never get back.

"So can you please tell us what happened?"

"I...Well don't you already know?" I asked, wondering why I had to tell them when it would be easier for them to just take some pictures, push a couple buttons on a computer, and figure it out themselves.

Would they be asking if they knew everything.

Maybe they would.

They don't.

They know all I can tell them.

Oh, Clary don't be like this.

Like what?

Can't you think of people besides yourself? What if this happens again? To someone else. What if this happens to Izzy?

Don't bring her into this.

Why not? She's part of it.

Just stop talking about her!

"Clary? Honey? Did you hear that?" Detective Lucille asked.

I shook my head yes, even though I didn't.

"Good." She smiled.

"Ok, this is gonna be cold." I closed my eyes and waited, as she pushed my legs up, so that my knees were bent, and spread them apart. She stuck the cold metal thing in me and I grabbed the side of the bed.

"Are you ok? This isn't supposed to hurt very badly." Detective Law asked me, not bothering to do anything to make me more comfortable.

"Sorry...it's kind of reflex."

He looked at me funny and looked back down at his notebook.

The lady detective took her cold metal thing and put it all away.

"Ok." She said, with a highly inappropriate smile on her face. Don't smile. DON'T smile.

"We'll be back later when you feel like talking." Detective Law told me, like he expected that day to come.

That'll be never.

You have to do it sooner or later.

No I don't.

Whatever.

I pretended like I was asleep, for the rest of the day. I'd learned to do that while I'd been in the hospital. When people thought you were asleep, they left you alone. No more questions.

I learned the most while I was feigning sleep.

My mom came in to see me, but she didn't know I was really awake, so she just sat there, continuously sighing, sounding depressed.

It had probably been about four hours since the detectives had been here, when I heard Detective Law's voice again. At first I thought I had actually fallen asleep, and that this was just a dream. I realized it wasn't when I spread my legs apart a tiny bit, and felt a new wave of pain pulse through my body.

"Mrs. Fray?" The Detective asked my mom, like he didn't already know who she was. I knew for a fact they'd been talking out in the hallway for at least an hour before the detectives had questioned me.

"Yes?" mommy answered, sounding weary and anxious.

"We did some tests, and..."

"And...what? Spit it out!" Mommy urged him, getting impatient.

What's wrong? Burglar got your tongue?

That makes no sense.

Yes it does.

No it doesn't.

Burglars steal things, and if a burglar stole his tongue, then he couldn't talk.

I know what burglars do.

Then why'd you ask?

Ugh...nevermind.

Yeah, you shouldn't have said anything.

I know that, but now you need to shut up.

I can't. These are my thoughts. They don't make any noise. So I can't shut up my thoughts.

Then quit thinking.

No.

Whatever.

"We discovered that..."

"Discovered what?"

Yeah, discovered what? Tell me. Prove to us all just how wrong you are.

"Mrs. Fray...Not only has she been shot...your daughter's been raped. Multiple times."

"She's been what?" Mommy asked, obviously surprised.

"Mrs Fray. Clary has been raped." He repeated.

"What?" Came another voice.

I opened an eye and screamed inside.

Not only does my mom know what he did to me.

But so does Jace.

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