Oh. My. God. I am so sorry! I can't believe I forgot to update! Last Sunday was the second last day of school holidays and...I can't even remember what I did :/
But anyways! I am so sorry! Here is the next chapter!
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Jace POV
Thursday the doctors deemed Clary well enough to go home. But they where having trouble. A lot of trouble.
"Look, Clary has been submitted before and taken out, when she wasn't even ready. Now she's back here because she put herself here. I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." The grouchy Psychiatrist said.
"No! No! My daughter does not need to be in a physc ward, for heavens sake! She is fine!" Jocelyn yelled.
"She didn't put herself in here." Jace said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's better if she goes to the institution where she will be surrounded 24/7 by trained professionals." The lady insisted.
"Oh! And be absolutely drugged so that she can barely hold her head up! Wonderful!" Jocelyn snarled sarcastically.
"No. I'm sorry. Actually I'm not. But Clary is not going with you. She will be surrounded 24/7 by family with us. With people that love her. Not people that don't give a shit whether or not she lives or dies." Jace spat.
The woman sighed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist. She needs to come with us."
At that two police men walked into the hall and stood by the woman's side.
Jocelyn opened her mouth but Jace put his hand on her arm to stop her.
"How long?" Jace asked.
"It really depends." The woman said, impatiently.
At that Clary walked out the room, limping slightly from having her cast taken off.
"What's going on?" Clary asked, eyes darting over everyone's faces and resting on Jace's.
He ran a hand through his hair, "they want you to go with them." He said, nodding towards the officers and woman.
Clary's eyes widened, "why? I'm fine! I swear! I didn't do this on purpose." Clary said frantically.
The woman face softened slightly, "Clary, you've put yourself here before and you were taken out of professionals care before you were ready."
"I didn't put myself here! It was a fucking accident!" Clary yelled
"If you won't comply, we have other methods." The woman said.
Clary looked down at the floor and walked down the hall, officers flanking her, the woman following after.
"Clary!" Jace called, running after them.
She glanced behind her shoulder at Jace, her eyes sad, 'I'm sorry. I love you.' She mouthed before continuing down the hall.
Jace was left there, staring after her red curls retreating away from him. This is the complete opposite of what he thought would happen. His muscled slacked, giving into their weakness, and fell onto his knees in the middle of the hallway, not caring who saw him.
His Angel was leaving him, by her own will.
Clary POV
It hurt Clary to have to walk away from Jace and her mother like that. But she knew if she didn't go willingly they would have knocked her out and taken her against her will, like last time.
She sat in the car, with the seemingly grouchy woman, on the way to what was Clary's hell. She hated it there. Last time it was full of physcopaths not people like Clary. But her fears where half subdued when the woman talked.
"Your father last time had requested the, uhhh, well anyway. I'm taking you to an actual institution that specialises in teenagers that are going through the things as you." The woman said, turning off at an exit.
"Surrounded by depressed, suicidal teens is exactly what the doctor ordered." Clary said sarcastically and bitter.
The woman sighed, "I know your not happy about it. But this is what you need."
10 minutes later they pulled into a parking lot in front of a large 2 story building, all 2 story windows had bars on them.
"Looks like a prison." Clary mumbled as they stepped out of the car.
They entered through the front doors that requested a card and pin. It was a bare 'reception', with a lady behind a large desk, sorting paper work. They headed through another pinned door.
"This floor is where the dining room when it's breakfast, lunch and dinner, the 'hang out room' where all of you spend during the day, separate rooms used for private counselling which you will have daily and then another room for when you have group sessions."
They walked up stairs before passing any rooms.
"Right now, I'll show you to your room where you can dress and then head down to everyone's else. I'll contact your family now, is there anything specific you request? Nothing sharp or dangerous obviously." The woman said, as they walked down a hall with 'bedrooms' branching off.
"Tell my mum to tell Jace my books. He knows which ones." Clary said.
They finally reached a room, near the end of the hall.
"Bathrooms are at the end of the hall. Your not allowed in anyone's rooms past 8pm, and lights out is 11pm." The woman said, unlocking the room. Every door had a slim window 40cm long and 10cm width on the window.
Clary stepped inside, there was a king single pushed up against the wall with plaining blue sheets, a low but long shelf, a dresser and desk and chair. It was very bare and boring. A pair of pale blue clothing sat on the bed folded.
Once the woman was out of the room, Clary pulled on the pair of baggy blue pants that reached the floor and hit her shoes, she slipped on the baggy shirt as well, then unlaced her Chuck Taylor's and exchanged them for bare white slippers. She handed her old clothes to the woman.
After that they headed back down to the first floor, and walked down the small hall to where it opened into a room. The room was painted a light blue, long widows cover pretty much a whole wall, Clary knew it was thick so no one tried to smash it. There was bookshelf's covered with books and magazines. Multiple lounges, a large plasma that would have been to big to rip off the wall, an xbox connected to it, a few computers even. Clary estimated about 10 other people in the room. 3 on the lounge laughing and playing xbox, all boys. A couple girls sitting on some bean bags. 3 other people on the computers playing games, on person listening to an iPod and another reading.
"You definitely have a different approach. Do you think I could have my iPod as well please?" Clary asked in a low voice, they were still unnoticed.
The woman smiled, "I'll see what I can do." And then left Clary.
She didn't know what to do, she stood there awkwardly for a few moments contemplating what to do. Clary wasn't a very social person and wasn't one to just waltz into a room and instantly make friends.
She didn't fit into this place, just like she hadn't fit into the other place. Except here didn't have screaming, psychotic, murders running around.
She walked over to the bookshelf's since it was the only thing she wanted to do. She instantly felt eyes on her, and whispering through the groups of people. That was enough to set off her anxiety, and make her vision a little blurry as she looked through the books. She instantly picked out one of her favourites, Looking for Alaska. Not looking up she walked over to a spare armchair and sat down in it, pulling her legs to her body and opening the book to the first page.
Clary had read this book more times then she could remember and started scouring through it for all her favourite quotes, dog earring the already bent pages. She would never crease a book of her own, but this was an old, worn copy.
She didn't notice when a boy stood in front of her. She glance up from her book, jumping slightly. He tilted his head at her slightly, eyes studying her face.
He was tall and broad shouldered, his black hair chopped short and glistening brown eyes, he was probably around Clary's age. He was handsome, but not for Clary. Only Jace was for Clary. Her Jacey.
"Ummmm, I'm Clary..." She said unsure.
"Derek." He said.
She wasn't quite sure what too say so instead played with her ring that they had thankfully not taken, along with her necklace.
"They didn't take your jewellery?" Derek's asked, eyeing her ring.
She shook her head, "I think they knew if they did they'd have to lock me away because I would have hurt them, and I'm not a violent person."
"They important?" Derek asked.
"Very. Means more to me than anything." Clary said, looking at the ring on her ring, instantly thinking of Jace.
Odd chiming sounds, sounded around the room suddenly.
"What's that?" Clary asked, looking up at Derek.
"Dinner." He said.
Clary looked out the windows then and noticed the sun had disappeared long ago behind the hills, the moon replacing it.
She awkwardly followed the group of people, just behind Derek to what she assumed was the dinning hall. It was one long table with the food already served. Clary counted 12 placings. She shuffled into a seat next to Derek when he waved her over.
A big, brunette girl sat across from Derek, her name was Chantel, and was 17. Georgie a handsome 18 year old sat next to Clary. Then Peter a lanky, dark, 16 year old sat across from Clary. They where Derek's friends. They told her everyone else's names.
Sam, girl, blond hair, 14. Keith, boy, dark brown hair, 15. Katerina, girl, dyed blue hair fading to a dull blond, 16. Henry, boy, pale blond hair, 15. Jenny, girl, blond, 17. Beth, girl, browny orangey hair, 16.
All of them were teenagers. In an institution. Clary's heart sank. She was in here too, and she actually didn't need to be. She just wanted to be with her family.
Peter was quiet, not talking once as the ate, Georgie however the complete opposite. He was cheery and bright and bubbly, cracking jokes that made everyone laugh, including Peter.
"So, beautiful girl, why are you in here?" Georgie asked, munching down on a peice of steak.
"I shouldn't be in here." Clary said simply.
"Everyone's who's in here, belongs here. We've come to terms with it." Georgie said, shrugging.
Clary set her jaw, staring straight into Georgie's eyes, "I. Do not. Belong. In. Here." She stated, icily.
Georgie's eyes widened in shock, then he grinned, "I like you."
"Good." Clary said, continuing to eat.
Derek spoke up then, "we have our little 'group counselling' after this." Using air quotation marks and rolling his eyes.
"Yes, and were made to talk about our feelings." Georgie added.
"It's really quite depressing." Peter added.
It was the first time Clary had heard his voice, it was low and soft.
"Everything's depressing to you." Chantel said, rolling her eyes.
"Because being in here is depressing." Peter said, flicking his long black hair out of his eyes.
"Not going to argue there." Georgie said, pointing his fork at Peter.
After dinner they all headed back down the hall and into a room which had 12 chairs in a circle. Everyone took their place, Clary sat in between Peter and Georgie. Soon after a young woman in a pantsuit joined them, sitting in the spare car.
"Everyone, I'd first like to introduce you to Clary." The woman said, at that everyone's gaze swivelled around to her. Clary bit her lip and waved half assed.
It was interesting. The woman went around asking people at random to share about themselves and why they where here, how they felt, even though they have probably a million times before.
"Clary."
Her name shocked her out of her daze.
"Uh, yeah?" Clary asked.
"Tell us about why your here." The woman asking, smiling.
"I shouldn't be." Clary said.
"Everyone in here for a reason."
"I said, I don't belong in here," Clary said, fixing the woman with a glare.
Georgie laughed lightly beside her.
"Yes you do, Clary. Now tell us why your here."
Clary crossed her arms over her chest and didn't say anything.
"Clary. Speak to us please. Everyone else has.."
Clary raised her eyebrows at the woman, "I'm sure everyone else choose whether or not to the first time, or did you hold them in a choke hold until they told everyone?" Clary asked sarcastically.
At this half the group snickered.
The woman shifted, "they shared by their own will. Please, Clary share."
Clary stared icily at the woman.
"Clary."
"Did you not hear me? I don't belong here!" Clary's voice was raising.
"I know you hurting." The woman said.
Clary stood from her chair at abruptly it feel to the ground.
"You don't know what I feel!" Clary snarled, clenching her hands in a fist so tight she could feel blood start to wheel around her finger nails.
"I know that you did what you did to hurt yourself." The woman said calming.
Clary clenched her fists tighter, feeling blood squeeze between her fingers.
"You have no clue what happened! I was upset and driving and I took my eyes off the road for 5 seconds, the next thing is saw was a giant fucking tree. And now I'm in here because you think I trie to kill myself!" Clary breathing was heavy, and she dropped her voice low, "so now I'm stuck in this fucking depressing place, pulled away from my family! From the people I love and who love me!
She shook out her hands, dripping blood everywhere.
"Might wanna clean that up." She added, stalking out of the room.
Clary could feel every pair of eyes on the back as she left the room. She headed straight up stairs, to the bathrooms and washed her hands. There was multiple slices in both of her palms, blood still oozing out. She sighed frustratedly and scrubbed her hands clean, trying to stop the blood.
She heard a tiny knock at the door, before Peter entered hold bandaging.
"They wanted to come up themselves, but I said you'd probably try to rip their heads off, so I said I'd come up." He explained.
Peter bandaged up her hands. Clary had cleaned her ring so she slid it back on her right hand.
"Sometimes they don't understand that no means no." Peter said.
"Figured."
"I understand what your going through. They pulled me here, away from my girlfriend. I miss her every day." Peter said, rubbing his hands together.
"They should know, pulling you away from the ones who love you the most, isn't helping you guys..." Clary said, sighing.
"But they don't. Because they've never been in our position."
They stood their in silence for a few minutes.
"Was it really an accident?" Peter asked.
"Total accident. I was just stupid enough to take my eyes off the road." Clary muttered
Peter just nodded, and that was enough for Clary knew he believed her.
Later that night, Clary fell asleep to an eerily silent night.
Not one with Jace's breath in her, her body next to hers.
All she had was her ring, reminding her of his love.
O.o.O.o.O
I will update tomorrow to make up for my lateness and I promise there will be Clace!
now I'm sorry to say this story is coming to an end. There should be about 5-10 more chapters, maybe even a few more!
But! Get excited! Who here is a Wessa shipper? Me? Hells yeah, I ship Wessa to the grave and afterlife.
I have been writing a Wessa fan fiction! I'll give you a bit more information about it in my next post, I promise.
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