Hey! I'm back! So as I said, I've been accepting OCs. I currently have one, who you'll meet in this chapter.
Warning: Mild cussing.
I don't really know what else to say… So on with the chapter!
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Izzy's POV (1st person)
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I couldn't believe what I had seen in there. Clary had scratches, bruises, scabs, scars, and if you lifted her arm up against a light source, there was a hole you could see the light through! However, it did put one thing in my head. Gotta' get Jace for this.
"Izzy, don't go after Jace. One thing's going to lead to the other, and next thing you know, the entire school knows, people are calling me a slut and/or a freak, and I have to leave again." She said while grabbing my arm with her left hand. Of course it's her left hand. I thought. Jace mutilated the other!
"Clary, I already told you. People aren't going to do that." I reassured her calmly.
"No. I'm sorry. But I can't be sure."
"And I can't be sure a meteorite will crash into my head at any given moment! But that's not likely to happen."
"It's much more likely for people to tease me than for a meteorite to hit you in the head."
"Ok. Your secret's safe with me."
"And Simon."
"Simon knows?"
"He found out the harder way."
"Met Jace?"
"Yep."
"Ok. I will help you. Bye for now though." I tried to hug her, but she winced in pain.
"Bad idea."
"What's on your back?" I pulled the back of her shirt up. There were whip marks everywhere. As I inspected them closer, I realized that they formed words. Very strange words.
"I was hoping you wouldn't see those." She winced in pain again.
"Do you know what this says?"
"No."
"It says 'And I am yours.'"
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time jump – Clary's POV (1st person)
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I was walking home. We lived on the 3rd story of the angelic motel. That was just a name. It was actually a fairly disorganized place. But it was the only one we could afford moving here. My dad didn't want us to move because it would put a damper on the cash flow and he was the one that got all of the cash from the marriage. She remembered the night they left vividly.
My mom shook me awake. I didn't want to get up in fear that it was Jace.
"Clary, wake up. We need to get out of here." Her reassuring gentle voice came. I got up and looked at her.
"Where are we going?" I asked quietly.
"Somewhere away from here. Away from Jace." That last part is what got me. I sprung up and got dressed. I started following her. I passed my brother – Sebastian's - old room and frowned sadly. He had to go live with the Herondales about 12 years ago because there wasn't enough food or something like that. Bullshit.
"It's best not to linger Clary." My mom said sadly. She was never consulted about these things. She was treated like the wives of old. A servant for the men. Like me.
"Trying to escape?" A startling voice came from behind us. We spun around to face the voice. It was my father. He was tall, muscular man with black hair, dark blue eyes, and a small mole on his nose.
"Jonathan." My mother said angrily. He looked at us maliciously.
"Yes. That's my name. And you aren't going to escape by the way."
"Yes we are. This is madness!"
"Still being feisty aren't we?" He let out a vicious laugh. I shivered. My mom picked up a cleaver that next to her on the counter and pointed it at him. I moved so that I was behind her.
"I'm not afraid to use this." He laughed.
"And I'm not afraid to use this." He pulled out a revolver from his pocket and pointed it at her.
"Ok then." She ran towards him.
"Have it your way." He fired the pistol. But it wasn't pointed at her. It was pointed at me. It hit my arm and went straight through. The pain was unbearable. It was like having my arm on fire while Piranhas feasted on it. (A/N: I have never been shot. I don't know how to describe it)
"CLARY!" My mom screamed. It was a bit too late. I fell down from the force of the hit and I blacked out from the pain. The last thing I saw before darkness consumed me was my mom stabbing Jonathan in the heart. I attempted a smile.
I shivered remembering it. That was night exactly 2 years ago, now that I thought about it. I also remembered that it was the day that Jace was thrown into a psych ward. I picked up the mail, walked in the door, went up the 2 stairs to get to the 3rd floor, found room 3B, opened the door, and went inside. It smelled like home. It smelled like cherries, watermelon, mint, and just a hint of Jasmine.
I walked into the main room. Jocelyn was sitting there with a big brown book in her hands. The book seemed to be called 'Psychosis and the mind.' She looked up to see me, and smiled a very nonexistent smile.
"I have something to tell you." We said at the same time. Fuck. Nothing good ever happened when we said that at the same time. She seemed to think the same thing.
"You go first." I said.
"Ok. The book was written by Ever Elizabeth Doyle." She said, showing me the book cover. It was a picture of a brain with a dark mist around it.
"Ok. And?"
"She was Jace's doctor at the mental institute."
"What?!" If this was true, with her being an author and Jace's doctor, then she could've published things information like the fact that I was married to him! My life would be over!
"And she was saying that Jace got out recently."
"Well then, I guess that leads to me then."
"Huh?"
"Jace showed up at school today. Simon and Izzy found out, Simon from hearing Jace say it, and Izzy because she found my scars!"
"Oh no. I was hoping this wouldn't happen. I'll go call Doyle."
"What?"
"She might be able to help us."
"Grr….. Ok." She picked up the phone and started dialing.
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time jump
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Doyle was taking a while to get here, so I decided to read some of the book. I picked up the brown book, and looked in the table of contents to find out where she talked about Jace. The table of contents looked like this:
1. Introduction Pg. 4
2. Psychosis Pg. 120
3. The mind Pg. 250
4. Brett Pg. 462
5. Jace Pg. 546
6. Rachel Pg. 800
7. End Pg. 870
So he was chapter 5 on 546. I actually looked at the numbers this time. When I saw the page of the next chapter, my jaw almost fell off of my face. 546 to 800? There had to be a mistake.
"Um mom?" I asked.
"Yes Clary?" She asked me, sitting next to me.
"Have you seen how many pages Jace has?"
"No. How many?"
"254 pages."
"Whoa. That's a lot."
"Yeah. Let's read some of it."
"Ok." She scooted in closer to me."
"Jace is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend."
"Well at least she didn't say wife." I noted.
"However. These obsessions caused him to hurt her and abuse her in unimaginable ways. He whipped her, stabbed her, punched her, kicked her, etc. whenever he thought that she was cheating on him."
"So that's why…"
"I decided that to find out more about what he did, I would pretend that I was a fan of what he did."
"What?!"
"That didn't work, so I tried to appear to side with him against his girlfriend."
"She has crazy methods!"
"With that, I got more information about what he did to her. He said, and I quote, 'I took her hand, her dominant hand, and carved a reminder into it. I used whip to do the same on the back.'"
"He did?" My mother asked.
"Yeah. Izzy found it. It said 'and you can't run away.'" I felt bad about lying to her, but she'd just freak out if I told her the truth. Well, at least less then what I told her.
"What these reminders are, he wouldn't say, no matter what I tried. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to get that, I tried to treat his Psychosis."
There was a bunch of technical jargon after that that I didn't know what it meant, so I started flipping through pages until I found the last day part.
"He's practically overcome every aspect of the Psychosis. I'd say it's cured."
"She says about the boy who chased me across the school and ripped me off of a fence." I muttered.
"So… Is the chapter over now?" My mom asked.
"I guess." There was a knock on the door. I bounced up out of the chair, walked to the door, and opened it.
Standing on the other side of the door was a girl in her early 30's that looked about average. She had long brown hair and bluish-green eyes. She had this weird smell on her, it was familiar, but I couldn't place it. She was wearing tight black pants the like of which I've never seen, tie-die sneakers, and a baggy dark blue shirt. Great. She's a hipster. I looked at the author picture at the back of the book. It looked exactly like the girl, except for one thing; in the picture, her eyes were brown.
"Hello. I'm Ever Elizabeth Doyle." She said.
"Your eyes are different color then the picture." I noted.
"My eye color's always changing."
"And what is it that you smell like? I can't place it."
"Oh, that! It's lavender. I never leave the house without spraying myself with lavender perfume."
"I thought you were a hipster." I gestured to her clothes.
"No, I just dress like one, mental condition." She walked over to the couch adjacent from the couch my mom was sitting on that I also sat down on. She looked at us carefully.
"Ok then. Let's get started!" She said a bit too happily.
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What could possibly happen next?
This was a long chapter, mainly just because I need to get the OC in.
Ever Elizabeth Doyle – Shadowhunter1995
I'm still accepting OCs. Just PM me with your ideas.
Goodbye for now!