Finally! Yes, this is chapter one. I haven't taught of a name for the chapter yet, but I will put it up soon. I just wanted to update the chapter and hear what you guys think!
So, I hope you like it. I think this is a pretty emotional chapter, but some in the future are getting much worse.
And about the time it took to update, I'm sorry. I've had a busy time at school. I should be learning right now, but I wanted to finish this.
So, enough of my rambling, read!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
CPOV
"Ah, dear sister, I see you finally decided to wake up." An all too familiar voice says. I can't see the owner, even though I regonise his voice. Everything is black. Wait, that must be because of my closed eyes.
I open them, but immediately regret that decision. Right above me is a white lamp, shining bright into my eyes. I close them, only to open them and blink a few times after that. When I regain some of my sight, I can see a silhouette of a person next to the bed I'm lying on. Wait, a bed? How did I get in a bed? Turning my head, I try to see the person clearer. And heel hatred flowing through me as soon as I regonise him.
Sebastian.
Even in my head the name sounds vile.
I try to get a clearer view of him, of anything in the room except the white light, but it is difficult. I blink a few more times, and finally I can see some more.
We are in a small room with grey walls. With 'we' I mean myself, Sebastian and some guy in black, standing next to the door. The door is a darker shade of grey than the rest of the room. The guy isn't a human. He's a demon. And I know which demon: He is the one that threw me of the cliff. My jaw clenses and I glare at him.
"Calm down, sweet sister. There is no need to be mad at Eric. He did what I ordered him." I turn my head towards him in anger.
"You ORDERED him to throw me off a cliff?" Sebastian shrugs.
"I did." I notice more of the room now: besides the simple bed I lie in there is a small desk and a chair, which Sebastian got to sit on. Besides that, the room is empty: there is nothing to lessen the dull, plain mood it represents. Even the smell is disgusting: it smells like iron. I don't know how I know how iron smells, I just do.
I lay back in the bed, because my muscles are still score. "Where are we?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." Sebastian answers while he leans forward on his elbows. With his face so close, I have the sudden urge to punch him. The only reason I don't is because of Eric shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasy. Sebastian sees him too, he leans back and nods at the guy.
"You can go now, Eric. I want to talk to my sister alone, please." Eric gives him a polite, if that is even possible, nod. He walks away and closes the door behind him, but not before having growled at me.
"So, Clarissa, since you can't know where you are, I guess you want to know why you are here?"
I nod: I think that if I would open my mouth, I would vomit all over his face. Not that that would be so horrible.
"It's very funny, actually. I had this planned for months. Last week the right opportunity finally came."
"Last week?" Have I been out for so long?
"That is because of the poison we gave you. Anyway, I'll start with the beginning.
You were at that cliff, fighting Eric in his demon form. I suppose you don't remember everything clearly, the poison tends to do that. Eric stabbed you with his tail. The poison is very strange, but it was perfect for our plan.
When you get the poison, the first minutes there happens nothing. It usually takes about half an hour for it to work. But when something happens that has a huge impact on your body, the working quickens. It makes the victim look dead, while they still can hear, see, smell, hear and feel everything around them. Even their heartbeat slows down for a few minutes. After that they black out, mostly for around a week and a half. You woke up after a week: You've always been strong. I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Now, WHY did I make your friends believe you were dead?" He waits a long time, making me desperate for an answer. He doesn't say anything, until I can't bear it anymore.
"Why did you do it?" He grins, knowing he won our little battle.
This is how normal siblings should act. Having little battles with each other, fighting about who is smarter. Being happy when they win, or annoyed when they don't. The only difference is that normal sibling's fights wouldn't be about the reason one poisoned the other. And making their friends believe they were dead.
"I did it because I need you to do something for me. Something that can only be done when your beloved Jace is heartbroken. And I know a way to make sure he is."
"Isn't he already?" I wonder. Sebastian grins.
"Not enough." He says. "And if you wonder how I will break his miserable heart even more, you will find out soon enough."
I swallow. "Why do you need Jace to be heartbroken?" He grins.
"To make him join me. I need him. I must admit, he is a good fighter."
A lump is stuck in my throat, and I don't care. He smiles at me knowingly, and in that second all I want is to claw his eyes out.
"Now, shall I show you your room?"
From the room I woke in, you must take two turns right, three left, one right and then it is the fifth door on the right. The rest of the building is, as far as I've seen it, the same as the room I woke up in. The walls are grey, the doors a little bit darker. It smells the same everywhere, that disgusting scent of iron. I don't know why I have this room: The interior is the same as that in the other one.
Eric showed me my room. He said that there was already a small suitcase with the most important stuff from home that I would need. Tomorrow, however, when everyone was away, I would go home to gather the rest of the things that I would need here. If you wonder where everyone was, they would be at my funeral. Well, FAKE funeral.
I already feel guilty: sneaking into someone's house to steal your things that lay there. Not to mention that they are away to your funeral. Or, your false funeral, but they didn't know that.
Ugh. I hate this.
While I'll have to take a few things from Jocelyn and Luke's house, most of my stuff is at the Lightwood's house. I know it will be painful to walk inside of there. All the memories of Jace, Isabelle and Alec… I don't know how much I can handle. I'm wondering how Jace is doing. Will he be okay, thinking that I'm dead?
Knowing him, he won't. At least, for now. In a few years, I hope he will be able to accept things.
Yes, a few years. I know Sebastian. He won't think Jace is heartbroken enough after a few months. It will be years before I will see Jace again.
If I ever will, that is.
Can I say I hate Sebastian again? Because if I can, it will be the only thing I will be saying for the rest of my life.
Sighing, I make my way over to the bed. It looks the same as the one I woke up in, except that this one has white blankets instead of grey ones. Sitting down, I unzip my suitcase and start to unpack the few things I already have with me. Some necessary clothes, only mundane ones. I don't have Shadowhunter clothes and I don't want to know who packed underwear for me. I also have a toothbrush and a hairbrush.
I sigh again and lay down, letting the darkness overtake me.
The next morning, I wake up, still lying on top of the blankets, in the same position I was in when I fell asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, trying to protect them from the bright light. This time it is coming from outside, not a lamp.
Deciding to change into other clothes, seeing I have worn these for a week, I get the first pair I see in my tiny wardrobe. A jeans and grey T-shirt. I'm not going to dress special for today.
Walking towards the door, I want to open it, but it doesn't move. I start to shake the knob, but it won't bulge.
"Hello? Is somebody out there? I want to get out of this room! Why is the door locked?"
I get no response, so I decide to try again.
"Hello? Anybody?" I yell. Why can't someone open the damn door?
Just as I start knocking again, the door flows open and my fist lands right on Eric's nose. I smirk . The bastard deserved it.
His hand flies to his nose, only to discover it is bleeding.
"Well, finally, it became about time." I say as calmly as I can manage, while trying to suppress the laughter at seeing his scowling face.
I march through the door, but as soon as I am in the hall, I realize I have no idea where to get food. And I'm hungry. And it's no good idea to be around me when I'm hungry and there is no food nearby.
The rolls are switched now: I am the scowling one, while Eric is grinning like mad.
"This way, miss." He says in a fake polite tone that friends would use to tease each other. Friends. Isabelle. Alec. Simon. Magnus. They were my friends. Not this horrible guy Eric.
Eric goes through a few halls, and I don't try to remember them like I did yesterday with the route to my room. After a while, we come by two big double doors. As Eric opens one for me, he motions for me to enter the room.
When I come inside, the room surprises me. While it shouldn't have.
The room is, you wouldn't guess, grey! The chairs are a darker grey and the shade of the tables is some more dark. And the few people sitting there are wearing, you can guess, GREY! Seriously, how much can one person hate a single color?
I didn't know it was possible, but a few seconds later I hated the color even more. Why?
The food, yes, the fucking FOOD even was grey. How the fuck am I expected to shove that grey stuff which apparently is food down my throat.
I choose something that seems to be bread and something that I think is supposed to be cheese. And, I don't know how, I even manage to eat it. All. Of. It. Aren't you proud of me? Because I am. Very proud.
But my euphoria doesn't last long, because Sebastian must walk into the room to destroy my happiness. I sigh, making sure he hears it. He grins.
"Tired of me already, sis? Well, then you're lucky, because you won't have to be around me for a few hours while you'll get your stuff. We'll let you go alone: You don't have to worry about us bothering you.
So, you are first going to your own house, the one with Jocelyn and Luke. After that, you'll go to the Lightwood's house. Good luck, sissy." He rises and leaves before I can respond.
Gah, I HATE it when he calls me his sister. I don't want to be his sister.
Eric stand up and turns to me. "Well, let's get your stuff, right?"
Sebastian was right. There were only a few things of mine lying in my own house. I got some clothes and toiletries, but more I couldn't find. So here I am, standing before the Lightwood's house.
About to enter and take my stuff.
Without anyone knowing.
Well, only me, Sebastian and Eric.
I walk towards the door and turn the knob. Locked. Of course.
I want to get out my stele and draw and unlock-rune, but then I remember that it is inside the house, with my stuff. So, there is one option left: Climbing.
I throw the small backpack I took with me over my shoulder and grab a low-hanging branch. I test if it can hold my weight and then pull myself up. Testing the strength of the tree before every new step, I make my way higher and higher.
After a few minutes, I am in front of Alec's open window. When I climb closer to it, I make a huge mistake. I look down.
The sudden height crushes down on me, my whole body remembering the fall of the cliff a week ago.
My arms start trembling and I know I must make it out of that tree before I fall.
With a few more steps I am right in front of Alec's room, and I enter before I can freak out more.
The room is messy, but one thing gets the attention: The glitter. It is clear Magnus comes here a lot.
I walk out of the room, because none of my stuff is here. In Isabelle's room are a few of my clothes, but then I have no excuse.
I have to go to Jace' room.
Standing in front of the door, I know that I must do this. I raise my hand, closing it around the knob. I turn it and step into my boyfriend's room.
The room was neat once, everything in place, nothing was messy.
That has changed.
The sheets of his bed are ruffled, clothes lie everywhere on the ground, his books are no longer in a neat line and most of his stuff is shattered on the ground. Everything is covered in a blanket of dust.
Only looking at the room breaks my heart.
One thing is neat, it stands perfectly and no spot of dust can be noticed on the frame.
It is a picture of Jace and me.
I remember when it was taken. It was our first anniversary. Jace took me out to a beautiful forest near Central Park. Without us knowing, Isabelle had followed us. We were regaining our breaths after a heavy make-out session when she suddenly snapped the picture.
Jace was furious, but I managed to calm him down. Isabelle went home, and our night was great. When we came home, Izzy showed us the picture. Even Jace had to admit it, it was a cute one. Our forehead touched, our eyes locked, his nose brushing mine, and it seemed like we were sharing one thought, just for us, that no one else in the world knows. I loved the picture.
We had two copies made of it, one for me and one for Jace. But because I was afraid I might lose mine, we decided Jace would keep it, since I was there most of the time.
And here it stands, right besides Jace' bed. It's the only thing in the chamber that looks clean, beautiful and treasured.
I remember where we placed mine: in his closet. I don't think he'll mind me taking it. He will never know it is me, anyway.
I get the photo and put it in my bag, making sure it can't get crippled. I get some books that are mine and a few other things.
As I want to leave, I see some of Jace' shirts lying on the ground. I get them up, and press my nose against them. They smell like Jace. He has worn them.
I hesitate, but not for long. I get all the shirts he's worn and stuff them into my bag. I don't care I Jace notices that his clothes are gone.
When I turn around to leave, I realize something else. This is my last time in this house. If I leave this place now, I'll never return here again. Not once in the rest of my life.
I let my bag fall to the floor as I rush into the bathroom and throw up. Every time I think it's over, I remember I have to say goodbye to this place and I start throwing up all over again. It keeps coming back until I'm sure my whole stomach is emptied.
It's silly, I know. It's just a house, a building, it shouldn't be so meaningful to me, right? Sadly, it is.
Finally, I stop throwing up. I get up, grab my bag and don't even bother to look behind me as I climb out of Alec's window. The height doesn't matter to me anymore. I feel nothing. Nothing but the dead feeling inside me.
I'm not sad because I have to leave. I'm not angry at Sebastian for making me do this. I'm not even disappointed with the life lying ahead of me.
I'm nothing.
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