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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="5acc01f477d2ef7047931a34f569805d"As soon as I heard that creepy message, I looked over to Clary, but when I did, her face was white and she was tipping over. I lunged and grabbed her shirt sleeve so she wouldn't fall and pulled her in close to me. She was already unconscious and I was so scared. So scared that she wouldn't be alright. I grabbed my cellphone, and headed out to my car, nearly sprinting with Clary in my arms. I had to drive her to the hospital NOW. I sped out of the parking lot, and continued on to the hospital. I was driving way too fast, but I didn't care. I pulled to a screeching stop into the parking lot, and ran, ran so fast to the front desk. "Can somebody please help me, she's unconscious" I yelled. Doctors swarmed me and took her out of my arms. "Her pulse is faint and she has a temperature of 102" one doctor said. I followed them but a doctor stopped me. "Family only" she said. You have got to be kidding me. I brought Clary here, I have the right to see her. I was so angry I could punch a wall, but I don't think they would appreciate it. "Fine. When can I see her though" I muttered angrily. "We will let you know as soon as you can" she smiled. But it wasn't a reassuring smile, it was forced,tight smile. That definitely made me feel better. I sat over in the waiting room, and breathed and exhaled. Here I was in the hospital and all I could think about what my life would be like without this short red head I had just met a week ago. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="deb2a03e6d30c2651d831d91d900ed15"All I could see was light. But then I was in my old bedroom, doing my homework. I heard an angry yell from the living room, demanding me to get him more beer. Of course my dad made me get it, because his feet were broken. I chuckled at the thought and got the beer from the fridge and handed it to my dad. He stared at me, his hair which was so blonde it looked white, and it was sticking up in random places. I began to hurry out, so I wouldn't bother him and then I heard a crash right next to my head and felt glass pierce my skin. My dad had thrown his beer at me. I started walking away slowly, not looking at him, because that was what he wanted. He wanted me to feel weak and worthless. Too bad, dad, I won't. He screamed my name and grabbed my arm, and somehow bent it in the most unnatural way it could. I tried to stop myself, but I cried out in pain. I still didn't look at him, but he grabbed my face and forced it up. I was staring my father in the eyes. "You're worthless, Clarissa." he said. "No, I'm not. I'm twice what you'll ever be" I snarled back. He pushed me away and hurled curse words at me that I will never repeat. I ran into my room, barricaded the door, and started crying silently so he wouldn't hear. My arm hurt so bad, but I also kept medical supplies in my room. My life was that pathetic. I put a sling on, and climbed in my bed and slept. In the middle of the night I woke up because of frantic knocking on my door. I was unsure, but I thought it might be my mom. I pushed my dresser out of the way and saw that it was, in fact, my mom. "Oh Clary" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm getting you out of here, come on honey". I grabbed my bag I had packed for this special occasion, and hurried out of my room. "Mom, what if he finds us". "He won't, we're gonna disappear". I nodded my head and clasped my mom's hand. She had promised me we would be alright. But that voicemail. He had found us. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly. "What happened? Where am I" I cried, on the verge of tears. I saw I was in a hospital room, with several doctors. "You were hyperventilating so much you became unconscious, good thing your friend brought you here". Jace. I just remembered. Jace had brought me here. He probably though I was a freak, and that voicemail was just making me overreact. At that moment, my mom and Luke walked into the room. "Clary, are you alright"? Mom asked with a frantic look on her face. I nodded. Luke took my hand and said "glad you're alright". "Thanks Luke." The doctors began filtering out of the room, and then I spoke to my mom in a quiet voice. "Mom, I need to talk to you". She looked worried for a brief second, but then it went away as fast as it appeared. "That letter in the trash, who was it from"? "Oh, just a mix up. Wrong address." Why was she lying to me? "I know you're lying, it's from dad. She breathed out. "Yes it is, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner, you just seemed so happy here". "He called the house phone, thats why I fainted" I explained. "He did? But Clary the doctors said your heart rate was dangerously low". I shrugged. I really didn't know the answer for that. At that moment, a certain blonde knocked on the door. We made eye contact, and I introduced him to my mom and Luke. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Fray and Mr. Garroway" Jace said, using his usual charm. "Can we have a minute alone, mom?" I asked. "Sure". They exited the room and when the door shut, Jace was hugging me. "I was so scared" he breathed into my hair. Of course at that moment, I realized my hair was a mess and I was wearing a hospital gown. Not the most flattering outfit. "Jace, I'm fine now" I laughed, but he still looked deathly serious. "I think I might not be allowed to drive for a while, I'm pretty sure I went 15 miles over the speed limit". I laughed, glad that he was here. For now, that was all that mattered. "Um, so you don't think I'm weird for fainting like that". He frowned. "Of course not. But what was that about"? "I'll have to tell you later". "Hm, another study date perhaps?" he asked. That was a date? I looked down at my hospital gown and sighed dramatically. "I guess." "But no ice cream this time". I giggled and held his was like his hand was my life line and I was holding on for dear life. He leaned forward and I froze, but he kissed my forehead, and his lips lingered for a moment. "Well, I gotta go now, my family is probably freaking out, text you tomorrow"? I nodded and he unclasped our hands. He walked toward the door and exited, but not before he smiled at me and made my heart beat faster once again. The heart monitor, which was not my best friend at the moment, showed an increase in heart rate with a loud beeping nose. I turned bright red, which of course was my specialty by now. He laughed and exited the room. My mom and Luke came in to announce they were getting their own cots so they could sleep with me tonight. I then pulled a blanket over my head, and fell into a deep sleep./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="5acc01f477d2ef7047931a34f569805d"As soon as I heard that creepy message, I looked over to Clary, but when I did, her face was white and she was tipping over. I lunged and grabbed her shirt sleeve so she wouldn't fall and pulled her in close to me. She was already unconscious and I was so scared. So scared that she wouldn't be alright. I grabbed my cellphone, and headed out to my car, nearly sprinting with Clary in my arms. I had to drive her to the hospital NOW. I sped out of the parking lot, and continued on to the hospital. I was driving way too fast, but I didn't care. I pulled to a screeching stop into the parking lot, and ran, ran so fast to the front desk. "Can somebody please help me, she's unconscious" I yelled. Doctors swarmed me and took her out of my arms. "Her pulse is faint and she has a temperature of 102" one doctor said. I followed them but a doctor stopped me. "Family only" she said. You have got to be kidding me. I brought Clary here, I have the right to see her. I was so angry I could punch a wall, but I don't think they would appreciate it. "Fine. When can I see her though" I muttered angrily. "We will let you know as soon as you can" she smiled. But it wasn't a reassuring smile, it was forced,tight smile. That definitely made me feel better. I sat over in the waiting room, and breathed and exhaled. Here I was in the hospital and all I could think about what my life would be like without this short red head I had just met a week ago. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="deb2a03e6d30c2651d831d91d900ed15"All I could see was light. But then I was in my old bedroom, doing my homework. I heard an angry yell from the living room, demanding me to get him more beer. Of course my dad made me get it, because his feet were broken. I chuckled at the thought and got the beer from the fridge and handed it to my dad. He stared at me, his hair which was so blonde it looked white, and it was sticking up in random places. I began to hurry out, so I wouldn't bother him and then I heard a crash right next to my head and felt glass pierce my skin. My dad had thrown his beer at me. I started walking away slowly, not looking at him, because that was what he wanted. He wanted me to feel weak and worthless. Too bad, dad, I won't. He screamed my name and grabbed my arm, and somehow bent it in the most unnatural way it could. I tried to stop myself, but I cried out in pain. I still didn't look at him, but he grabbed my face and forced it up. I was staring my father in the eyes. "You're worthless, Clarissa." he said. "No, I'm not. I'm twice what you'll ever be" I snarled back. He pushed me away and hurled curse words at me that I will never repeat. I ran into my room, barricaded the door, and started crying silently so he wouldn't hear. My arm hurt so bad, but I also kept medical supplies in my room. My life was that pathetic. I put a sling on, and climbed in my bed and slept. In the middle of the night I woke up because of frantic knocking on my door. I was unsure, but I thought it might be my mom. I pushed my dresser out of the way and saw that it was, in fact, my mom. "Oh Clary" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm getting you out of here, come on honey". I grabbed my bag I had packed for this special occasion, and hurried out of my room. "Mom, what if he finds us". "He won't, we're gonna disappear". I nodded my head and clasped my mom's hand. She had promised me we would be alright. But that voicemail. He had found us. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly. "What happened? Where am I" I cried, on the verge of tears. I saw I was in a hospital room, with several doctors. "You were hyperventilating so much you became unconscious, good thing your friend brought you here". Jace. I just remembered. Jace had brought me here. He probably though I was a freak, and that voicemail was just making me overreact. At that moment, my mom and Luke walked into the room. "Clary, are you alright"? Mom asked with a frantic look on her face. I nodded. Luke took my hand and said "glad you're alright". "Thanks Luke." The doctors began filtering out of the room, and then I spoke to my mom in a quiet voice. "Mom, I need to talk to you". She looked worried for a brief second, but then it went away as fast as it appeared. "That letter in the trash, who was it from"? "Oh, just a mix up. Wrong address." Why was she lying to me? "I know you're lying, it's from dad. She breathed out. "Yes it is, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner, you just seemed so happy here". "He called the house phone, thats why I fainted" I explained. "He did? But Clary the doctors said your heart rate was dangerously low". I shrugged. I really didn't know the answer for that. At that moment, a certain blonde knocked on the door. We made eye contact, and I introduced him to my mom and Luke. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Fray and Mr. Garroway" Jace said, using his usual charm. "Can we have a minute alone, mom?" I asked. "Sure". They exited the room and when the door shut, Jace was hugging me. "I was so scared" he breathed into my hair. Of course at that moment, I realized my hair was a mess and I was wearing a hospital gown. Not the most flattering outfit. "Jace, I'm fine now" I laughed, but he still looked deathly serious. "I think I might not be allowed to drive for a while, I'm pretty sure I went 15 miles over the speed limit". I laughed, glad that he was here. For now, that was all that mattered. "Um, so you don't think I'm weird for fainting like that". He frowned. "Of course not. But what was that about"? "I'll have to tell you later". "Hm, another study date perhaps?" he asked. That was a date? I looked down at my hospital gown and sighed dramatically. "I guess." "But no ice cream this time". I giggled and held his was like his hand was my life line and I was holding on for dear life. He leaned forward and I froze, but he kissed my forehead, and his lips lingered for a moment. "Well, I gotta go now, my family is probably freaking out, text you tomorrow"? I nodded and he unclasped our hands. He walked toward the door and exited, but not before he smiled at me and made my heart beat faster once again. The heart monitor, which was not my best friend at the moment, showed an increase in heart rate with a loud beeping nose. I turned bright red, which of course was my specialty by now. He laughed and exited the room. My mom and Luke came in to announce they were getting their own cots so they could sleep with me tonight. I then pulled a blanket over my head, and fell into a deep sleep./p