SIZZY (Save Me From The Darkness I Venture Within My Own Mind)

I beg you...

Isabelle's POV

I was pushed into a room. A hoard of demons on the other side, and other young girls, just like me, lined the walls. There were maybe a dozen of them. Maybe two dozen. All wearing only big white t-shirts hanging over their thighs, and filled with dread, and fear. Next thing I know, before I can even scream, I am grabbed, and I too, am viciously undressed, and fitted into one of these t-shirts as well, and pushed towards the other girls. I stumble, and then quickly regain my balance, as I put my hands to the wall to catch myself. Bad mistake... Now, my forever scar.. burns deeply... once more... I've counted 20 days here... 20 days... Without Simon...

I look at these girls. All young, vibrant, beautiful, and filled with dread. One in the back see's me wince from my burn, and quickly kneel's before me, careful not to be seen, or heard.

"Are you injured?" I carefully let down my arm to show her my forever scar, and she gasps quietly... "What are you here for?" She asks. She was beautiful. She was clearly African-American, and had the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her long, black, and curly hair falling around her shoulders. She looked as if she were in her late 20's.

"What's your name?" Isabelle asked, not wanting to talk about Simon.

"Lena. Yours?" She stated.

"Isabelle. Shadowhunter of the New York Institute."

"What are Shadowhunters?" She asked curiously... Clearly confused.

"We protect people... Humans... We... Slay those..." Isabelle said pointing to the demons in the opposite side of the room.

"But... You're just a girl..." Isabelle simply nodded.

"Things aren't always as simple as they seem... I guess you could agree... How did you get here?" She then formed a sad expression.

"I loved someone... I guess that's why you're here," she guessed. "Your scar. Simon?" Isabelle simply nodded, as a lone tear made it's way down her cheek.

"Shh... You can't cry... If they catch us, we'll get punished." She quickly whispered...

Then a pair of big doors were opened, and all of us girls, were pushed and ordered inside like cattle. I was careful, but made sure to stay by Lena's side, as she held my hand for support.

It looked as if we had just entered a factory, but this one, was stocked with dead bodies.

"No, no, no..." I whimpered quietly, trying to pull away, but her grip was strong.

"You need to... I've been here for years... Just do what they say... I beg you..."