To night a group of rebles are going to storm the building. Well thats what Maryse said. Run to the kitchen gardens. Do not stop. She'll meet me. Wont she? Do I trust her? Can I trust any one?
Shrouded in a hooded black cape I walked to the closet and got into the hidey hole in the back by pushing two slats barely big enough for me to fit through and I hide. Sitting in the cold darkness, memories filled my head.
'Clary, Clary! Your my favourite sister!'
'I'm your only sister you prat!'
'I'm wounded'-His cocky grin.- Oh Jon if only I stopped it before.
'Jon? Has Mother hurt you'
'No clary and she wont hurt you here. Not if I'm here!'-Oh Jon you don't stay do you?
'Haha,' he's tickling me. I'm laughing. It's the last time I'll laugh.
'Clary?'
'Yeah?'
'She's pregnant.'
'Do you love her?'
'Yes with my whole being!'
'Then run I won't stop you Jon. I won't hate you.'-Oh Jon you should have run earlier.
'Clary-'
'No Jon. You deserve to be happy, Jon. Mother will kill you-her if you don't run! Please Jon she's also my friend! Take car of her away from here! far away!'
'...'
'Please?'
'Okay.'
' I love you Jon.'
'I love you too Red.'
'Crash!'
Upon hearing the first braking windows, I held my breath slowly letting it out when I couldn't take it anymore and the silently breathed in. There has a sound like splintering bone which must be my bedroom door since it was so close. I didn't have windows in my room. I muffled a cry as the door slammed onto the closet jarring my back from its place on the wall.
'Clarissa?' a laughing voice sung. 'Oh my darling! My rich bitch where are you?!' He was laughing like a mad man. 'Clarissa-'
'She's not here ya' idiot! Maryse said she went with her mother! Ya' imbecile!' What were they on about? But then again she did know when they were coming... Why didn't she tell me?
'Ohhhh, can ah' take a pair of 'er pants.'
'Nah ya' sick bastard! C'mon!' I heard the lock snap into place and hid for a few minuets, encase they came back. They didn't,
Vacating my hiding spot, I smelt a faint odour that was suspiciously like smoke. Oh well if this place burns one less thing to become hell again. If I escape. Hurrying down the numerous corridors to the kitchens to exit the building near the drains out side.
The kitchens were on the ground floor of the mansion on the opposite side of the building, so I had to go through the servants staircases to be faster. I almost ran into a few groups of Rebels. At the bottom of the stairs I almost ran smacking into the wall only just turning in time to open the door to the right hand side of me.
Too late I realized the smoke was coming from the kitchen. But I had to escape so picking up the bottom of the cape I covered my mouth with one hand and stumbled along using the other as a guide to the far door. Eventually reaching the door I slumped against it worn out from the lack of oxygen in my lungs, but I had to keep going. I had to run.
I opened the door.