Broken

Chapter 19

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Suddenly I felt numb. My eyes were still open but I couldn't see my family all I could see was the image of a new rune . I felt the urge to draw it.
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I closed my eyes and tried to steady myself. When I closed my eyes I lost my balance and fell banging my head on the floor and blacking out.
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Suddenly I was lifted by warm strong hands. Then after a few minutes I was laying down on something warm and soft. I'm guessing it was a bed. I felt movement and cold things touching my arms.

They were pinching my arms right were my veins were. Out of the blue I felt this excruciating pain in my arms and hands like they were being ripped out. I felt like screaming and clawing at my arms but I couldn't lift a finger.

My veins felt like they were on fire. I was in so much pain I couldn't handle it. My body couldn't handle it.

So I gave up. I didn't fight. I just laid there motionless hoping that darkness would consume me.

And a few minutes later I was surrounded by darkness. I felt nothing, heard nothing.
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Slowly and careful, not to hurt myself any further, I turned my head from side to side inspecting my surroundings. I was all alone. There was no one here.

I was in the Institutes infirmary.
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I once again tried to move my hands.

It was awful! The pain was too much.
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I was going to go somewhere were no one would find me. Some place were I could have my baby without having to worry about who's going to hurt him or me.
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I was packing my stuff inside two duffel bags I had hidden under my bed.

I took almost all of my clothing and shoes. I grabbed some pencils and drawing notebooks to take in case I got bored. My seraph blades too in case of an emergency.

I was almost done packing when the door to the room opened.

It was Isabelle. She looked concerned.

"What are you doing up? You're supposed to be in the infirmary. Resting." She scolded with a hand in her hip.

I smiled sadly at her. This was probably going to be the last time I was going to see her or hear her voice again.

I took a deep breath and turned around and continued packing.

"What are you doing? Why are you packing Clary?" She asked her beautiful face morphing into confusion. She made her way over and grabbed my elbow forcing me to turn around and face her. I sighed deeply and turned around looking her straight in the eyes.

"I'm leaving." I simply replied turning back around and grabbing my steele and stuffing it in my bag.

I grabbed a sweater and some leggings and made my way to the bathroom. I changed out of the dress I had on and grabbed some shoes. I tied my hair in a messy bun and turned to see Izzy sitting on my bed watching me very carefully as I walked all over the room.

It was silent for a while until she decided to break it.

"Why?" She whispered tears welling up in her eyes but not once did she let them fall.

"I-I can't be here, Iz. He-He wants to hurt my baby. He wants to hurt my son. And I can't let that happen. Not to my baby." I said tears silently running down my cheeks as I looked at her.