Remember Me - The Mortal Instruments - Clace Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Memories

(A/N - Please let me know if you like my story or not. And please let me know what you'd like to see and what you don't want to see anymore. I'm not quite sure if you like it or not. Oh and sorry about these long chapters, I like to write and I have a lot to put down) 

I lean up against the wall. Did I do something before this that caused my amnesia? Did I intend to make everyone suffer? Is this all my fault?

 As quietly as I can I walk away from the kitchen. I'll try my best to hold off my hunger for a little while longer. My stomach continues to yell at me. I just stare down at the floor as I walked away. I was paying too much attention to the floor that I didn't even notice where I was going. When I finally look up I see I don't know where the heck I am. I turn around in a full 360 and look at my surroundings. This hallway is dark and dim, there's barely any light. How could I have not noticed this before?

 I run my hand along the wall, not quite sure of what to do. Should I just keep wandering, or should I try and back track? Both have a possibility of me getting even more lost. I just continue forward. I'll end up circling back around, right? I continue to walk, but I shuffle my feet more than walk. I wish there was something I could do to help everyone.

 It takes me forever...., okay about 15 minutes, but still if you're doing nothing it feels like forever. But it takes me about 15 minutes to get to somewhat familiar hallways. I'm not quite sure what wing I'm in, though. But the best thing to do is to keep moving.

 I suddenly hear people talking, I'm not quite sure who it is at the moment.

 "The Silent Brothers have agreed to see Clary in Idris. They said the best time to bring her is in a couple days at the least," I hear a female speak. It's Maryse.

 "But why not tomorrow?" I hear another female voice, but this one is frantic. It's mom's.

 "I'm not too sure, I didn't ask. But in the meantime we should help Clary feel as comfortable as we can," I hear Maryse reply to my mother's question.

 Kinda hard to make me feel comfortable when everyone is treating me weirdly. Should I say anything? Before I can even do anything they walk out from wherever they were.

 "Clary!" mom exclaims ,"how-how long have you've been there?"

 "Not that long... why would you ask that?" I ask her suspiciously.

 She avoids my question, "How much did you hear?"

 "All I heard was something about me getting taken to a place called Idris, I think and something about the Silent Brothers," I tell her. Why had she avoided my question? For the most obvious reason of course, something was said that I wasn't suppose to hear. I think I missed that part.

 "Well yes, you will be going to Idris in a few days, and the Silent Brothers are going to see if they can restore your memory."

 "Oh. What should I do in the meantime? I mean it's getting kind of boring, not trying to be rude or anything. And all of this is all so stressful."

 "I think we can find something for you to do. But I have to go and get something done. I should be back in a half an hour."

 And before I can say anything, she takes off in the other direction. Now it's just Maryse and I. This feels kinda awkward.

 "Umm....," I started to say.

 "Is there anything you need?" Maryse asks me in a rush. I think she feels the same way.

 "Is there anything I could learn? You know, just to keep me preoccupied? Or is there something else I can do to get my mind off of things?" I ask. I did need something to do. It felt like I was stuck in a box and all of the problems in just this one building are going to close on me and make me suffocate. I need a distraction, and it needs to be a big one.