The Institute

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Zane tied me up like he was told, and carried me over his shoulder until we got back to the Institute. Mia,Jordan, and Simon went back to their homes for they couldn't tread on sacred grounds. Leaving only Isabelle, Zane, my father, and Madame Pricker.

I squirmed as they had tied a clothe around my mouth to muffle the many curses I had planted on their souls.

"Zane, take her to the infirmary and fix her burns...."

My father speaks up as, Zane sets me down. "I'll take her to the infirmary."

"Jace, I don't know if that's such a great idea."

He wouldn't listen as he started off down the hallway and Zane shoved me to follow. And when I wouldn't move, his hand gripped my tied hands behind my back pushing me to trail behind my father, the walk was short and quiet. When we stopped at grand wooden doors, my father turned to Zane and nodded, "I think I can take it from here."

"Alright, but I'll be waiting out here." his eyes watched mine, "Just in case you try and kidnap her anything."

My father made a remark under his breathe that I couldn't make out, but gently guided me into the infirmary. The soft blue painted ceiling decorated in fluffy white clouds, brought back the memories of London on summer days when I would lay in the field instead of attending classes. How peaceful it felt to be away from the old stone walls of the school. I felt free from the weight that felt as though I was carrying the world. However, the baggage wasn't the world, but the puzzle of my past.

My father's voice snapped me from my thoughts, "Sit down and I'll fix those burns."

I stood very still as the cloth around my mouth restricted me from screaming at him. This man was not my father, we only looked some what alike in appearance.

Unable to say a word I moved mutely over to sit down seeing as though there was no use in arguing when clearly I couldn't. The cot was soft making me want to melt away into darkness, but I held myself back keeping my back straight. 'My father' appeared next to me, holding a white clothe.

"This is going to sting, but only for a moment."

I nodded showing that I was listening only to flinch back slightly as the cloth was laid across my right hand, the worse of the two. Stop it! Do not show weakness to this man! He is the enemy, do NOT show your enemy weakness, Cecily! Would you toughen up and remember your training. He is the reason why you where stuck at that god forsaken school. Hate him!

"Here." He moved and untied the clothe around my mouth, hands and feet as his eyes watched me. "You don't need those anymore."

"I wouldn't have needed it in the first place if you people didn't kidnap me!" I snapped at him. Instantly, he looked down at my hands, all burnt and grotesque. Seeing as he wasn't going to begin to speak again I added, "Why did you make me come here?" He looked up at me and I raised an eyebrow, "I know other people don't want me here so why do you?"

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but quickly closed it. Minutes passed until he finally stood and brought back bandages to wrap my hands with. As the white clothes were wound around the red flesh, he finally replied, "Because you're my daughter."

I looked at him as he took extra care to watch the patches of charred skin. We did resemble each other with the blond hair and high cheekbones. Except he gave off an almost glow to him where I didn't. I could easily see why my mother loved him so dearly as to marry him even if I didn't know her.

"Just because you and your wife created me doesn't mean I'm your daughter. For me to be your daughter you would have had to have raised me to be who I am." I paused, "And for you to be my father I would have to have looked up to you when I was crying or for you to carry me when I couldn't walk." The memories pained me to think of, about what could've been. "For you to care for me when I was sick, when I got picked on for you to yell at those calling me names, for you to just be there and love me no matter what." Tears streamed down the dirt and grim on my face. So, much for being tough CECILY!

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