Clarissa feels dizzy and wants to puke. There's pain in her right ankle and ribs hurt. There's a big possibility that she might've broken something.
She thinks she might've broken a lot of things. There's an urge to cough blood in her mouth out, but it would give them something they could trace her with. So do her stuff in her apartment.
But no, Valentine wouldn't be that stupid. The only thing she left behind was her diary. She started to panic a little, because her diary is the most sacred thing of them all that they could have of hers.
And she's wasting her time worrying about that. There're voices in the distance that she can hear thanks to the super hearing. It's a thing she and Jonathan have in common. They can hear better, move faster, be quieter, fight stronger...
Clarissa gets up and decides to ignore the pain, because it would only slow her down. She doesn't know what to expect from The Clave. She doesn't know them. She doesn't even know who she is. All that she did, helping them, was a stupid thing. She promised her father to stay away from other Shadowhunters, but she was happy inside because she never talked to other Shadowhunters her age before, She wanted to help them, but as soon as she saw her mother, she realized they're not better than The Clave. They're just The Clave's toys, their property.
There's several emotions rushing through Clarissa as she runs down some unfamiliar streets. Jealousy, for one, because if her mother was alive, she had chosen The Clave over her. She didn't love her enough to come back for her and save Clarissa from being tortured with demon blood. They experimented on her like some lab rat. Second emotion was anger. She was angry at The Clave for destroying her family. Taking away her mother. No, that's Lucian's work. And she swore to herself that he would pay. The third and last emotion was sadness. She was sad that she never got to live normal life, with people she loves and cares about. She was sad that The Clave made her hate her mother so much. Sad that she was never good enough for her father. And these emotions ran through her like poison and swelled inside her heart she nearly collapsed on the streets.
Before she started crying herself to sleep, she found an abandoned building. Like an abandoned child, she sat against the wall, and even that was with struggle, considering she just jumped out of the third floor. She silently and cursed herself for wearing heels and a dress. There's nothing warm around. Nothing she could used to cover herself. It took her all the strenght she had to close her eyes and drift away, while ignoring the cold and pain.
One thing Clarissa never realized how much it would hurt her not knowing Jocelyn. How much she missed a motherly figure, but that's exactly what she wasn't. She wasn't her mother. She was only a stranger. Someone you once saw on the street that looked familiar. Nothing more.
She was nothing to her.
Clarissa slowly drifted into consciousness. But there wasn't any cold left in her bones. Warmth replaced it. Warm everywhere. She jumped up, thinking they found her. But at the sight of Jonathan, she relaxed and her head fell against her pillow.
"Good morning, little sister."
"Jonathan. How the hell did I get here?"
"Well, I sensed something was wrong, so I tracked you down." Jonathan and Clarissa were parabatai. They always felt when one was in danger.
"I'm not sure if I should thank you, but thanks."
"No problem little sis." Clarissa glared at him but then shook her head. He knew how much she hated him calling her that.
"Where exactly are we? I've never been in this room before so it couldn't be home."
"No. This is my apartment. And the bed you're laying in is my bed." Just then, their eyes locked on each other and Jonathan grinned. She rolled her eyes, and then wanted to get off the bed.
"You should rest. There were a lot of bones broken. What did you do? Jump from the Empire State Building?" She laughed at how close he guessed, but the pain made Clarissa wince and he was at her side, swiftly tucking her behind the covers.
"Something like that," She replied once he was done and laying next to her in bed.
"You're always trying to get yourself killed, you know that?" She shook her head. Am I? She thought. "Just remember, dearest sister, you belong to me and I'll make sure nothing will ever happen to you."
The words were replaying themselves in her ear.
You belong to me.