Hey so I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while. Gag me. This chapter will be a continuation of the cliff hanger when Clary is knocked out. Enjoy!

(CPOV)

My head hurts. Bad. All I'm aware of is a pillow under my head and a blanket over my body. Maybe last night had been a dream. After all, I am in my bed. Right? Wait, no. I don't smell the honey and milk scented febreeze that I constantly sprayed in my room to cover the smell of chalk. The sheets feel crisper and fresher. The bed is softer.

I open my eyes slowly and see the white ceiling with a large fan gently whirling around again and again. I raise my hand to my face to wipe my eyes of sleep. As I pull away, I see an iratze traced over my wrist. It's fresh.

My breath quickens and I try to calm myself by running a hand through my hair. I sit up slowly and the pounding in my skull is harsher but quickly diminishes. I look around and see the sage green walls of the large room and the cedar floor, doors, and wardrobe. I realize that I'm still wearing the clothes I had on last night. I stifle the sobs that rack my body and sink to the floor. Jace. I need his comfort. Why would I be thinking of him when I'm trapped?!

I stand on wobbly legs and walk to the door with a handle that is- what do you know- locked. A soft glow comes from the large window on the wall opposite of the door. The sun is coming up. The view would be stunning to someone on a honeymoon, but to a prisoner, well it adds to the hopelessness that is hanging deep within me. It's so high up on a hillside! I try to open the window but it won't budge nor will it break with the clock on the nightstand that read 6:00.

Thirty minutes or maybe an hour passed before I stood up from the ball I was curled in. One of the two doors in the room was open slightly. I could see tiled floor and a sink. I walk slowly to the bathroom and see my reflection staring back at me with grime and dried blood on her forehead. My captors will probably not mind a clean prisoner so I take a shower and wrap myself in a soft, plush towel folded on the vanity.

I go through the drawers and find toiletries. After brushing my teeth and hair, I find that all the clothes in the wardrobe were my exact size. A blush of embarrassment spreads over my cheeks when I find the silky lingerie- in my size also. What kind of sadistic people provide these things for a hostage? I pull on an emerald green sweater with dark jeans and combat boots in case I get the chance to escape. Tears spring to my eyes when I think of my mother and how she must be so worried, unaware that her daughter was kidnapped possibly by the one person she had spent 16 years hiding from.

The door comes to my mind again and I reach for the knob in hopes that it will open. It twists to the right when I turn it and it opens with ease. "Let's do this". I whisper to myself then peek out into the nightmare that waits.

Yes I know its short but I couldn't think of Jace's pov next. Please help me with that and review!