AN- Hello my wonderful patient people, please don't kill me. So like I told you before, my throat was all messed up I lied. Well, sort of. I THOUGHT that is what it was but it was my lungs that were the real problem. I have inflammation in my lungs. I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was supposed to go away within the first two weeks and it started in February… 4 months later here I am. Still not feeling any better. I'm not going to tell my parents cause they already spend too much money on me for doctors appointments.

And that's why I haven't been writing. I know there's no real excuse but I tried. So you have to give me credit for that. If you care (you probably don't) I'll tell you an update next chapter. YAY.

Happy Fourth!

Now for the story…

POV Clary

I woke up to a knock. Well, it was more of a bang than a knock but still.

For a second, a perfectly good second, I had convinced myself that it was all a dream. That I would wake up in my bed with Jon knocking to tell me breakfast is ready. Maybe it was just a nightmare, a horrible, convincing nightmare.

Than, I opened my eyes. White, all white. Of course not; too good to be true.

"I'm coming in," I quickly checked my state of dress and than soon after remembered that I hadn't changed out of my day cloths. (Sweat pants and a T-shirt with a logo for some band I haven't listened to in a year.) What would I have changed into anyway?

I heard the door open before I saw it.

I glanced up for a second just to confirm that it was only the man –Jace- and I, alone. It was, and I couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing.

"Breakfast is downstairs, if you want it," he said. I decided it was best not to eat anything that the strange man gives me. I mean come on, that's day one pre-school right there. I shook my head in a silent no, with high hopes of him going away.

"You're not hungry?" He asked. I shook my head, hoping for him to take the hint,

"You're sure," he said it as a doubting statement, one eyebrow raised. I nodded. What was this the third time? I don't want to talk to you, jeez.

"Well do you want some cloths to change into?" I shook my head, the fourth time now, and wait for it, he still didn't leave. Shocker.

He sighed,

"Okay, well whenever you feel like it, you can eat or have water or change cloths, just yell when you want to. Just don't leave this room unless I tell you to, got it?" I nodded again, still refusing to speak to him.

He left without any more words. I looked around the room and now that the sun was coming up, I could see a door in the right hand corner of the room.

After a bit of weighing my decisions, I decided that if he didn't want me to leave the room, he would have locked the door.

With my heart beating practically out of my chest, I got off of the bed and reached for the handle of the door after walking a few steps.

I turned the knob. Unlocked. I couldn't decide whether this was a good thing or a bad thing but decided to open the door anyways. What's the worst thing that could happen?

Once the door was opened and I had taken my first step inside, all I could see was darkness.

Than I realized the light wasn't on. Nice going Clary. I reached to my left in a first attempt to find a light switch, lucky guess, my hand landed right on it. I flicked it on.

I audibly gasped, my jaw slack with shock. I saw me. Me everywhere. I'm not exaggerating either. There were pictures of me talking to Jon, pictures of me at school, pictures of me eating, and pictures of me sleeping. There were even a few pictures of me changing and in the shower. All through my life, I saw pictures of me at the hospital when my liver failed in the first grade and me as a baby, sitting in a cradle. I was disgusted beyond words; I needed to get out of there. I reached for the door that lead back into my room and turned the handle.

Locked. What? How did this even happen? It was opened a few seconds ago… Oh lord. I'm going to have to stay in here until he either 1. Finds me missing from my room or 2. Comes in here to add to his stalker shrine. What was his problem anyway?

I considered kicking down the door, but there were two problems with that; I didn't know how to kick down a door and it might make noise that he could hear.

There was another door that probably lead into a hallway or something but it was too risky for me to be out there, He told me to stay in my room and I disobeyed.

I would just have to face the consequences when they came.

AN- Sorry, I know it's a short chapter, but at least you got something right? Right? *Laughs nervously* so do you think I should try to fit some Alec and Magnus in here eventually? I think I will but I want to know your opinion, it always helps me. I'm sorry I cant put any Sizzy in here because it's just too difficult and you'll find out why soon enough. Anyway, thank you, my faithful, patient readers, and I will see you. Later. I don't know how later, but later. REVIEW!

Love ya,

Annie.