ME: Hello! We have a SPECIAL person to do our disclaimer and help out with my authors note at the bottom! Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you…

ALEC: (mumbling) Alec Lightwood… Yeah you've already told them in the last chapter that I would be here doing this…

ME: Well, yeah… But I thought I would give you a proper introduction.

ALEC: (?) I'm just here to do the disclaimer…

ME: …

ALEC: Alex (LifesDisgrace) does not own the Mortal Instruments, it's characters, anything like that so don't think that she's totally trying to steal anything from it (Hint: Hint: ME?) Gosh nobody listens…-

ME: Alright Alec, that was wonderful! Thanks for telling everybody everything! Now while I explain to Alec why you aren't supposed to say stuff like that… Enjoy chapter 4!

CHAPTER 4

*Alec's POV*

We finished eating (Well, Izzy and Jace) then headed back to the Institute. Heading back we had nothing but silence, my guess was that they were trying to figure my bi-polar incident out. Personally, I was too. I don't think I would ever go to an extreme to get anything that I couldn't have. Isabelle didn't really look that worried, but I could tell she was uneasy. Jace, on the other hand, who never looked bothered, nervous, or even scared for that matter, but the look that was on his face definitely had all of those emotions rolled into one. But since my anger left easy mixed into the mix also. I'd have to make it up to him somehow.

We slowed our pace when we were on the walkway leading to the Institute. Especially me. I knew either Jace or Isabelle would be hounding me about what happened. It most likely was going to be Izzy, she was my sister so she would be more concerned or ecstatic with a weirded out emotion.

Once inside, I took the stairs, while Isabelle and Jace took the elevator. I dragged my feet up three flights of stairs to my room. I shut and locked he door, quietly. They probably already knew that I was going to my room, I just didn't need to make any noise and maybe they would forget about me. I sat of my bed, took my shoes off and threw them across the room. I changed out of my clothes and threw them somewhere, putting on another pair of jeans and a grey T-shirt.

I laid back and stared at my ceiling. Then a knock pounded on my door. It wasn't hard enough to be Jace and it wasn't light enough to be Hodge. It was just an annoyed sister knock. Shit. I got up and stood staring at the door making sure she was still there. She knocked again- much harder. I walked slowly over and unlocked it then went back in my bed.

Isabelle burst in still wearing her white dress. She had a golden bracelet around her wrist, well not a bracelet at all, it was her whip. Her magnificent weapon of choice, she had it all the time. "Hey."

"Hey, Isabelle…"

"Jace's worried about you… And so am I… What's wrong?" She sat beside me and put a sisterly hand on my lap.

"You wouldn't understand, and if I told you… I couldn't burden you with something like that." I really didn't sound like myself right now. I knew there was no way out of this and I would have to trust my sister with one of my biggest secrets. Of course I could trust her and knowing everything I thought of that instance made my tone, emotions, and actions completely different from how I acted.

"You can tell me anything." She hesitated, like she wasn't really ready for what I was about to tell her.

I too hesitated, not ready either, "I'm not attracted to… Girls."

Isabelle's face was understanding. "You mean you're…"

She already knew I could tell just by the first thing I said to her. But she didn't want to believe it. I decided to just come out and say it and leave the future to what ever course it would take. "Isabelle, I'm gay."

*Clary's POV*

I left Simon's house after explaining to him that I had no idea what was going on. I really didn't, I mean I had no idea what happened. As I walked down the street I looked around. I noticed I wasn't really in New York anymore. The town looked completely different from the one I was used to. I closed my eyes tightly, then opened them, squinting at first, then opening them fully to find the town that I had always known.

What was happening to me?

I reached my apartment. I fumbled in my jacket pocket for my key. I unlocked the door and walked in letting our "house's" chalky smell draw me in. I found my mother in the kitchen. Making what looked liked steak and chucky instant mashed potatoes. Wait, chunky instant? "Mom, let me help you…" I took the spoon from her and put more milk into the pot. It thinned it out a little, but a layer on the bottom was burned to it. I handed the spoon back to her. "No mashed potatoes…" I nodded my head in the direction of the trash can. My mother gave me a quick confused glance then looked down it the pot. She mouthed "Oooooohhhhhh!" Then threw the contents away.

"Luke's coming over tonight. I hope you don't mind." She said sweetly.

"When isn't he here?" I said just before my mother's "friend" came from out of the living room. "Hey, Luke."

"Hey, Clary." He sat at the table and sipped some coffee.

"Uh, mom, I'm not hungry." I said dismissing myself. She nodded as I ran back to my room. I closed my door behind me and flung myself on my bed. I threw my jacket off and stared at what I had drawn earlier. My eyes closed and soon it seemed like I was dreaming with out an end.

I was in a beautiful meadow no longer green, but colored with red. Sticky with an unfamiliar liquid. Well, not completely unfamiliar, I just hadn't felt it or seen it for at least a month. But the sky was a beautiful shade of blue and the flowers were untouched by blood. No bodies were lying on the ground, and the only sound for miles was the rapid pounding on my frightened heart. I looked down at my skin. The same markings that covered the hand that I had drawn, covered my chest, my stomach, my arms, my hands and even my legs. My neck ached like I had slept on it wrong. I walked forward, and found myself having difficulty breathing. A sharp pain suddenly hit my head and traveled down my spine. I fell to the blood coated ground and closed my eyes as my body was sent into a crashing darkness.

(A/N): Soooooooo how was it? Like it not like it? REVIEW PLEASE!

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ME: Oooohhh and ever had a question for any character in the Mortal Instruments? There's a cool thing called "Fan Mail" in the Mortal Instruments section of FanFiction where you can ask, tell, etc. anything to the characters of an amazing trilogy! (author: Vasilisa Dragomir)

ALEC: It's really cool, you can ask me anything, or Jace anybody!

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