City Of Bones

Chapter 9

"-she isn't waking up," A blurry voice echoed through Clary's blank head. Her head was throbbing, her eyes refused to open, but luckily she felt the pain start to descend quickly.

"She will soon...Maybe," another voice answered and Clary's mind began to reel, a thousand questions popping in that she wanted answered. Were they talking about her? She tried her hardest to open her eyes but had no luck; it felt like they were literally sewn shut.

"Alec, do you think she's...Dead?" Clary recognized the voice, Isabelle. She heard a sigh and a shift before Alec answered.

"Isabelle, you know it's bad to talk about death in an infirmary," Alec lectured and Clary could picture Isabelle nodding her head.

"I wonder what Jace would've done," Isabelle said wonderingly. She hadn't really meant to say it out loud, but the words slipped out easily. Suddenly, anger over took Alec as he heard his sister's words.

"He wouldn't have done anything," Alec spoke through gritted teeth. "He would probably be sad we lost a fellow shadowhunter but that's all. She is nothing more a fellow shadowhunter." Alec finished, anger radiated off him in waves. Clary could feel his anger and felt slightly irritated by his words. Of course she knew he was right, she wasn't anyone special, but why did Alec hate her so much?

"I don't even know why she's unconsciousness, it's not like she fell off a cliff. We put healing runes on her," Isabelle quickly changed the subject, regretting what she said.

"But she did bash her head on the pavement, Iz." Alec stated. Clary heard the sound of a chair scrape against the floor; she guessed someone was getting up. There were some footsteps before Alec continued speaking. "Anyways, I'm going to go. Hodge wanted to speak with me, call us if anything new happens." Isabelle gave him a nod before turning towards Clary. Clary heard Alec walk out of the door, but he must have left it open because she didn't hear it close. A tired sigh rang through Clary's ears as Isabelle took a seat in a chair.

"Guess it's only me and you," she acknowledged. "Can you-," Isabelle started but was interrupted by a sharp ringing noise. Clary jumped inside, some how she couldn't move physically, and heard Isabelle rummaging through her purse, retrieving her new cell phone.

"Oh it's a text..." She half said to herself and half to Clary. Clary heard her click away on the keyboard before quickly getting up. "I'll be back, there's something I have to do..." Isabelle raced out of the room with her small bag smacking her side, probably not caring the least bit about Clary's condition.

Clary was slightly happy she was alone but she was also scared. What if something happened to her? No one would be there to help her...No! I'm going to wake up! I have to wake up, she thought and tried to open her eyes but they wouldn't budge. Suddenly she felt a sleepy feeling coming over her as her muscles relaxed. Maybe I'll just take a nap... She thought just as her mind drifted away.

The room she was in was filled with the most beautiful music she had ever heard. The lights that were hung twinkled brightly, reminding her of the stars that were shining in the night's sky. Clary felt small in the incredibly large room that was big enough to fit every single shadowhunter in the world. However, on this night, it only housed the ones that were staying in Idris, the shadowhunter home country.

Clary watched as tons of Nephilim twirled around the room with their partners. Each couple moved so gracefully to the slow song that flowed through the room that Clary couldn't help but stare.

Clary looked around once before looking down at herself, and she gasped in surprise. She was wearing a long silky green dress that flowed to the floor, and clung to curves that she didn't have. It was strapless and her hair was flowing past her shoulders creating a waterfall of red curls.