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Unbreakable

That's what I am.

"It's time to go." I hear Valentine bellow from the living room. I ignore him, sliding my window open, throwing all of my things in a small bag, Valentine has never really given me a lot. I have to leave my phone behind because it's traceable, same with my debit card. I went to the ATM yesterday and pulled out all the money to my name, as well as purchasing a prepaid phone that I will have use of for a year. I have been plotting how to disappear for five years now, and today, on my sixteenth birthday, I am making it happen.

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, what in the hell is taking you so long?" Valentine yells, I hear his heavy footsteps coming toward my door and I race over, locking it quickly. It won't hold him long, but at least long enough for me to slip out the window. I pile in the last bit of clothes that I can fit, I make sure that I have my train ticket, and grab the photo scrap book that my mother had made for me those many years ago. I hear the key enter into my door and I get snapped back into reality.

I zip my bag, throwing it onto my back and I hightail it for the window. As soon as I launch into the fire escape I hear my door swing open and crash into the wall of my shitty apartment bedroom. I pound down the fire escape, my heart hammering against my rib cage.

"Clarissa!" I hear Valentine holler at me but I don't turn around to see if he is following me or not. I reach the ally, my prepaid car coming into view, making me smile. Valentine had to have seen this coming, he claims he's such a 'smart man'. I slow as I approach the prepaid car, I don't need to worry the man. I open the back seat door and he smiles at me in the review mirror.

"Clarissa?" He asks and I nod. He puts the address I provided him with in his GPS and begins driving down the suburban roads. I vaguely see Valentine come running out into the street, yelling at us, or I guess me, as we pull down the street, leaving my God awful life behind me.

"Train station yeah? Where are you headed?" The older man asks me and I bite my lip. I can't tell him, no way in hell.

"On an adventure." I tell him and he nods curtly, bringing his attention back to the road. The ride is only about twenty minutes before we reach the station and I scramble out of the car as fast as possible. I at least take a breath to thank the man.

I walk up to the ticket teller, the night starting to fade in. I hand the lady my ticket stub and she stamps my hand, allowing me to pass through the gates. I flip my navy blue hood up, I don't need anyone recognizing me or getting caught by any cameras. I decide to spend the night in the station, it would be to obvious if I left right after running away. I notice a kid with glasses, probably close to my age, staring at me from across the way. I flash a smile at him, hopefully showing that I've caught him staring at me so he will leave me alone, be the doesn't. Instead, he stands up, walking over to me and sitting down on the bench next to me.

"I'm Simon." He says, offering me his hand and I shake it slowly.

"Clarissa." I respond and he smiles.

"Who are you running from?" He asks me, pointing at my hoodie and my backpack.

"Who said I'm running?" I respond and his smile falls, before smirking. He has a look on his face that says, 'I know something that you don't.'

"Your hiding from the cameras, I know that because I am too." Simon says, pointing up at his red hoodie and I smirk.

"My dad, what about you?" I ask in return and he sighs, adjusting his thin rimmed glasses so they sit correctly on the tip of his nose.

"My mom, where are you running to?" He asks and I hand him my ticket, I don't want to say it out loud, just Incase somebody hears me.

"No way, me too!" He says, a little bit too excited and I smile. Maybe he's a serial killer running away from his crimes, maybe not, but it's going to be nice to have someone to go through this journey with.

I check my watch, it's about nice at night. Since it was my birthday, Valentine wanted to go to a late night movie. This was his first attempt in a while at being a real dad.

"I'm going to get some rest, see you in the morning." I tell Simon, propping my backpack up behind my head, pulling out a blanket and covering myself with it. I 'close' my eyes, leaving them open just a sliver, watching Simon walk away from me and back to his bench he claimed earlier. I keep my eyes open for a little bit longer, making sure that nobody is planning on messing with me, before I allow sleep to take over. My train leaves at five in the morning tomorrow, I need all the rest I can get.

I wake up to the loud speaker sounding off, "now boarding train 8B7 Bar Harbor, Maine to New York City, New York." I push myself off the bench, stretching upwards before pulling my ticket out of my pocket and walking up to the now wide open doors. I get my ticket scanned before moving stiffly into the train. I move into the lounge room, setting everyone settled down in their seats. Simon peeks upward, waving me over to him. I smile, walking to him, dripping down in the seats across from him.

"So Clarissa, what is your plan?" He asks me curiously and I sigh.

"I've done a bunch of research and I found a home for children escaping their families, all under twenty-one. The home pairs kids together in groups of 6, helping them get job, go to school, get a home to share, stuff like that." I explain to Simon and he sighs.

"Can you take me with you?" His voice sounds pleading and I nod, giving him a small smile.

"I may be a run away, but I am nowhere near cold hearted." I say and Simon returns my smile, except his is much larger.

"So Clarissa, why are you running from your dad?" Simon asks me and I sigh, running a hand through my wild red curls, tying it up so it is out of my face.

"How 'bout this. Why don't you explain to me why you are running from your mom their, and than I'll explain while I am running from my dad." I try to compromise with Simon and he nods, smiling.

"My family has always gone through ups and downs, my parents got divorced when I was 7, my dad was a dick anyway. I haven't seen him since the day he walked out my front door those ten years ago. My mom started drinking, like really bad. She'd start drinking at ten in the morning and wouldn't finish until one in the morning, fifteen hours later. She sent to rehab when I was twelve, I lived with my grandma for the years she was there. My grandma, grandpa, and my sister all died in a car accident when I was thirteen. My mom relapsed, and got worse. That's when the abuse started. When I was fifteen she shoved me down the stairs and broke my arm. I never wanted to hit her back or do anything because she is my mom and I love, loved her." He begins to tell me, his voice low and his eyes avoiding mine.

"Last night it was just really bad, I'm really impulsive and I finally snapped. I decided to leave for good. It will better the lives of both of us. If I'm being honest, I don't know if she will even miss me." Simon finishes and I frown, leaning forward and putting a hand on top of his. He turns his attention from outside the window to me and his lips go from pursed to corked upwards.

"So what's your story?" He asks me and I shrug.

"You know, the basic, my mom died a couple years ago and my dad is an asshole." I tell Simon, trying to be vague. I stand up, removing my hand from his and I give him a smile.

"You wanna grab some food?" I ask, I want to get close to this boy. I feel that if I have at least one friend to go on the run with, this whole adventure, if you want to call it that, will be easier.

"I'm starved." Simon says, standing up behind me. We walk together through the car, avoiding the stares of some elderly people, they probably know we are running away.

"Are you changing your name?" Simon asks me and I nod.

"I have too, I know my dad wants me back and he will stop at nothing to find me. If I don't change my name it'll be like me wearing a GPS tracker.

"What are you changing your name too?" Simon asks and I shrug, not really knowing.

"No clue, do you know?" I ask him back. I don't really want to talk about this now but…

"Simon Lovelace. I've actually thought this one through. My fathers mothers maiden name was Lovelace, my mom isn't that smart, I doubt she will be smart enough to look back through our families history. She's always underestimated me, she probably doesn't think I'm smart enough to look through our families history." Simon finishes, he sounds like he doesn't have a lot of respect for his mom, but afterwards what he's told me, I don't blame him.

"Lovelace, that's pretty." I say as we reach the food car.

"I've been planning this for five years and never have I ever thought about creating a fake name for myself." I say and Simon raises his brow at me.

"Five years?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure I was able to escape. If I was caught by my dad, I knew that I would never get another chance." I explain, walking up to the buffet table, getting a couple different fruits and breads. I put some in my backpack, keeping some for later down the trip. It is about a two and a half hour walk from the train station to the home, and it will have to be done at night. I am going to want to have some type of food to hold me over.

"You are leaving your old life behind and all your are bringing is what is inside of that little backpack?" Simon asks and I smirk.

"I wanted to get rid of as much of my old life as possible. I only took as much as I needed and what my dad can't track." I explain and Simon purses his lips as we walk back to another table.

"You aren't kidding, you really do want to get away. What did he do to you?" Simon asks and I grimace.

"A lot," I kind of avoid the question, yawning, "I think I am going to my room, maybe try and sleep, plan a little bit. We are about eight hours out." I tell Simon and he nods.

"Ok, I'll see you a little later." Simon tells me and he ends up walking the other way as I move towards my room for the day. I ignore the stares, even though I am sixteen, I look nearly 14, and what 14 year old would you see by herself on a train on the way to New York City. You wouldn't. I reach my room, using my ticket stub to open up my door, and I enter. I kick the door shut behind me and I drop my backpack onto the floor before dropping down onto the small twin bed.

JACE'S POV

"Are you shitting me?" I roar, so very angry, words can't even describe, "I have been here with my brother and sister for four years, when are we going to be able to leave?" I ask, the three of us have been working our asses of at work, we have been keeping good grades in school. We were all ready to move out to our new apartments, we had two others that were going to come with us. They had to bcd out after loosing their jobs.

"I'm sorry Jace, I am so very sorry." The owner of the house, Ms. Wayland, says, running a hand through her thinning black hair.

"When we get two new people, we can put them with you. It may take a while, but I promise you, you guys are next in line for your new home." Ms. Wayland promises me and I sigh.

"Ok." I respond, my heart hammering against my chest. I walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards "my" bedroom. Izzy, my 'sister' and Alec, my 'brother', sit up from their own bunk beds, hopeful looks on their faces.

"From the look on your face, I'm going to guess it's bad news." Alec asks me and I shrug.

"There is nothing Ms. Wayland can do. She said the next two people in will be paired with us. But she doesn't know how long it will take." I explain and Isabelle groans, standing up from her bunk, walking over to the older dresser and opening up her draw, pulling out a black hat and putting it on, matching her jet black hair.

"It's getting late, I need to go to work." Isabelle says, giving Alec a pat on the back and turning to me, giving me a single arm hug.

"Have fun!" I holler at her as she rushes out of the room and I hear her pounding down the hall. I work at the bar down the road, Alec works at a restaurant as a waiter after school, and Isabelle works at the local night club as a DJ. She hates doing it but she makes more money than both Alec and I.

"I'm glad we don't have school for the next couple weeks," Alec says, standing up from his bed stretching. We are on winter break right now, supposably for holidays, but none of us really love holiday.

"I'm not going to be glad about anything until we move out of the damn Institute." I mumble flopping down onto my lower bunk. The clock reads seven, I have work from nine to one in the morning. I pull out some of my text books and begin working on my homework. Alec does the same and we work in silence.

I use my homework to pass the time, finishing almost all of it. I stand up from bed, walking over to the bathroom, my work clothes in hand. Black pants, black dress shirt, and red tie. These are the fanciest clothes I own. I slick my blonde hair back before grabbing my wallet and my cheap phone. I walk out of my room, bidding goodbye to Alec and kicking the door shut behind me and bounding down the stairs. There is about twenty people in the house, eighteen to be exact, nineteen if you count Ms. Wayland.

"Be safe Jace!" Ms. Wayland yells after me as I shut the front door behind me. It is already dark outside, the cold air is frigid, and the traffic, businesses, and street lights show that night life is booming.

I love New York City, I really do, but I hate working here. I reach the bar in minutes, work is already booming, we are low on staff. I walk to the back, grabbing my note book and pen and I get right to work, walking over to a hightop full of girls.

"Hi, welcome to The Hunter's Moon, how can I help you?"

CLARY'S POV

Simon and I have been walking for a little over two hours and it is almost midnight and we have blow through all of our snacks.

"We should find a restaurant, take a break and eat. We are within three miles of the place, what's it called?" Simon asks, looking at the map.

"If we find a restaurant that's open, sure. And it's called the Institute." I tell Simon and we continue to move down the brightly lit New York street.

"Have you ever been here?" Simon asks another question and I take the map from his hands, checking it myself.

"As in New York? Never, but I have done so much research, it feels like I have." I explain to Simon and he nods, too much in awe to speak as he watches the buildings. We take a left, walking a little more until we reach a long red bridge, The Brooklyn Bridge. The Institute is on the other side of the bridge, just a mile from there. We are so close.

I look over the edge of the bridge at the dark water and my stomach begins to churn. I have never liked water, you will never, ever see me at the beach or in the water. I walk quickly, hearing Simon pattering after me.

"Don't like bridges?" Simon asks me and I shrug.

"I don't like water, getting off this damn bridge would be great." I say and Simon nods.

We walk for another five to ten minutes, getting of the monster bridge and back down onto the sidewalk. We begin to look for an open restaurant that does seem to busy. We want to make sure it's too expensive.

"That place is open, and doesn't look busy." Simon tells me, pointing across the road at a well lit bar with a full moon for a sign.

"Sounds good." I say and the two of us wait for a break in the traffic to dodge across the road. I let out a heavy breath as we enter the kind of busy restaurant, old school rock plays and Simon hums along.

"Take a seat wherever!" A blonde guy yells from behind the bar. Simon and I walk to a booth, sitting down across from each other and just staring. I shrug off my backpack, taking the pain off my back, making me sigh.

"How far are we?" Simon asks and I check the paper.

"Less than half a mile." I say, cracking a smile and the blonde guy walks over to our table, handing us menus.

"You guys are new here, where you guys from?" He asks, his voice smooth. I glance at Simon, sending him a look that says, "don't say shit."

"Uh, Alabama." I say, my voice waving so much it's sad, giving him a halfway convincing smile.

"Ok, 'Uh Alabama', what can I get for you to drink?" He asks, and we both order two large cups of water... each. We eat, drink, pay our semi inexpensive bill and get back to our hike, leaving the restaurant and the attractive server gives us a weird look as we leave. It's almost one in the morning and I really want to get off the roads.

We finally reach the Institute, looking at the building in shock. It looks like a church. I take a breath, walking up to the lot and knocking quietly. With in a minute, the door opens up and an older lady with black hair opens the door, her thin lips curling into a smile.

"Clarissa, I'm guessing? I got your phone call a couple days ago. Please come in." She welcomes us inside. I notice a few people in the kitchen, their heads snap up and stare at us, but Ms. Wayland pays no mind. She begins to lead us up old stairs and I glance at Simon, a little bit nervous.

"We can talk tomorrow. I'm sure you guys are very tired. Let's get you two to your room. Tomorrow morning we can get you guys enrolled in school, start working, stuff like that." She leads us to a bunk room, pointing to the right side.

"Those three are open. Pick your choice and get some rest." Ms. Wayland leaves the room and I glance at Simon. The two of us smile, racing over to two different beds, both getting top bunks. It feels so nice to be safe.

"I think I am going to take a shower." Simon tells me and I nod.

"I think I am going to take one in the morning, I am about to pass out." I respond and Simon walks into the bathroom, carrying his duffle bag and shutting the door behind him.

I pull out a hoodie, leggings, and socks, shutting the bedroom door and changing quickly, putting my dirty clothes back into my backpack and zip it up. I sit in bed, my thoughts running wild. It is finally setting in how much my life is about to change.

"Hello?" I hear, looking up and watching the door open slowly. I get nervous, popping out of bed and standing on my feet. The blonde guy from the restaurant is standing in the doorway, a tall, handsome guy with black hair is behind him.

"Uh, Alabama, what'cha doing here?" Blonde guy asks me and I cross my arms.

"Stalking you of course," I begin and his brow shoots up, "I live here."

"Since when?" Blonde guys asks.

"Like twenty minutes ago."

"Impressive. Where is your boyfriend?" Blondie asks and I roll my eyes, "I met him like two days ago, we are hardly even friends."

Blonde boy smiles, stretching his hand out, happy with my answers to his interrogation. I shake his hand with a weary smile.

"I'm Jace Herondale, this is my brother, Alec Lightwood." Blonde boy, or Jace says, jabbing a thumb at black haired boy, or Alec, over his shoulders. The boys walk into he room, making their way over to their beds. I happen to choose the bunk right above Jace.

"I'm," I take a minute, trying to decide what I want my new name to be, "Clary." I finish, smiling a little bit to myself, actually liking the sound of that.

"Well, welcome home Clary." Jace tells me with a wide smile.