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I heard noises around me, and I tried to concentrate on reality. I noticed that the noise wasn't coming from the street, but from people standing next to me. I feebly tried to wake up, that way I could defend myself, but I felt my body drifting towards a black hole. My body hurt like hell, my back felt like it was being deep fried. Pain, so much pain. Why should I want to wake up and continue to feel all this pain. I had no energy to fight anymore. What a peaceful death I was going to have, no screaming or fighting. I was going to die by my own hands.
As soon as the thought filled my head, I felt guilty and ashamed. If I was going to die, I was going down with a fight. I was going to die in battle. I wasn't supposed to die this way.
I faintly heard a panicked voice saying, "I think she's having a heart attack. Hearts aren't supposed to beat this fast. I don't think she's going to make it."
I was dying a coward's death. It wasn't a herd of demons, not my father, not my enemy, and not my brother that took me down, but an explosion. Years of training and fighting and this was going to be my death? I almost felt cheated. I was a fighter, and here I was giving up. Here I was disgracing myself. I had to fight, this wasn't my time⦠I know it's not my time.
I felt something touching my body. There was something about this that made me jolt into consciousness again. I felt warmth on my arms, quickly opening my eyes; I saw gold flash through my vision. I shrunk away from the gold, and away from the warmth. After it left my body I immediately wanted it back. But this movement caused me to push my back against something hard. Excruciating pain rippled through out my body. I whimpered. I closed my eyes tightly. Fuck the noble crap, living is too painful. Jesus, take me now. Nothing happened though, opening one of my eyes, I saw more hands coming at me. Ignoring the pain I pushed myself up. I felt so heavy, staggering under the weight; my feet weren't holding me up. I felt my breath leave me and the pavement coming closer. But the pavement never hit me, something grabbed me and hoisted me up, and warmth spread around me again.
I heard the person mumbling something, but only picked up the words stubborn, and ungrateful.
Pain spiked through my body again. I felt myself shrink closer to the person before I blacked out from the agonizing weight of it.
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I awoke to an awful stench filling my nose. I opened my eyes, trying to locate the origin of it. I only found an extremely sparkly man, with dark pointy hair and glittering tips. The man was staring at me and in his hand were some smelling salts. He looked Asian, very tall and thin. It looked like he was wearing makeup, which accentuated his yellow/green cat eyes.
"So our very own sleeping beauty has decided to grace the world with her presence. Don't move as I sound the trumpets, and announce to the world that you're awake." Then started muttering, "And on the third day she rose again, just like I predicted."
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked in a monotone voice. Glancing around the room, I noticed everything looked white and crisp. It looks like the infirmary I saw in a book called, "Running an Institute 101."
A voice broke me out of my thoughts, "I am Magnus the Magnificent, otherwise known as the High Warlock of Brooklyn although I should be the High Warlock of the world. And you, my dear, are at the infirmary at the New York Institute."
I nodded expecting as much, "How did I get here? Wait, how long have I been here?"
He scowled, "You know I'm not getting paid to answer 21 questions, but to heal you. And by the looks of it princess, my job is done."
I glared at him, giving him an answer me or else, look.
"The Lightwoods found you dying in an alley, and brought you here for me to fix you up. You have been here for, oh, I don't know, maybe three days." He saw my expression and his face softened when he said, "You had a concussion, third degree burns all over your body, your back looked like you were placed on a grill for an hour and, you had glass and debris sticking out of you."
I nodded with an indifferent attitude, "So can I leave?"
His eyes bulged out of his sockets and he sputtered, "Can you leave? Darling, you were almost dead, and all you care about is whether you can leave!"
"The key word there is 'almost', I'm clearly alive now. And where is my stuff?" I said slightly annoyed.
"Again, you almost died and you're asking me about the location of your things?"
I gave him a glare, and he said, "They have been placed in a room for you, but if you want me to zap them home for you, all you have to do is just tell me where you live."
I looked down at my hands feeling the heat flood my cheeks and mumbled, "I don't have a home."
He gave me a curious look, "What?"
I jumped up from the bed, the paper on it making a crinkling noise, ignoring the stiffness I felt. Even though I wanted nothing more than to go back on the crinkly papered bed and curl in a ball, I glared him in the eyes; gritting my teeth I repeated "I don't have a home!" I yelled in anguish.
He looked me up and down, saying in a sing song voice, "Well you're in luck, there are over a hundred rooms in this baby, and one of them has your name on it. Follow me, pumpkin. I'll show you to your room."
When he realized I wasn't following him, he turned around, plastering an annoyed look on his face. "What?"
"I don't think it's such a good idea that I stay here."
"Oh, yes but living in an alley sounds just peachy, huh?"
In a small voice I said, "I don't think I'm welcomed here."
"Nonsense, an Institute is a place for Shadowhunters' when they have no place else to go. Face it honey, you're a Shadowhunter with no place to go."
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