The Descent To Hell Isn't Easy Part 3 - Chapter 5

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Arabelle's P.O.V.

We walked out of the insitute, I get down off Alec's back and straighten out my outfit that I was wearing because I don't really do dark colours. (outfit, picture below.)

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We continue walking until we get to Simons van and drive to the pandemonium. Once we arrive we get out of the van, we start walking towards the enterance of the club. Where I stop and look at the club. Which causes Jace, Stiles, Alec, Izzy, Clary and Simon to all stop and turn to look at me with a confused expression on why I have stopped.

"This place gives me a weird feeling" I said

"Belle, you have been here before with us, remember it was my birthday" Clary said.

"Yeah I know, I didn't get a feel before, but know I have okay!"I said

"Come on Belle lets go and find Dot"Clary said. Nodding I follow the rest of them. After a couple of minutes Clary starts running screaming 'DOT'.

"Really, Clary. I am not running if that is what you are thinking no matter how much I love Dot. Me and running is never a good Idea nor combination" I shouted after Clary. I start walking in the Direct that the others are chasing Clary in. Until I see Alec come to my side and make sure that I wont get lost or be killed or taken.

We continue to walk until we find the rest of them waiting for us to go in to the pandemonium. We caatch them up and walk in to the clube.

"No, she was trust trying to help Belle and I. But know she has gone" Clary said and it brought tears to my eyes knowing that Dot is gone.

"Clary, Belle I'm sorry" Simon said as he rubbed Clarys shoulder and Stiles puts his arms around me.

"No, you don't understand Dot was like a big sister to the both of us" I screamed as I fell down in Stiles arms crying.

"ARABELLE" I heard the familar voice. It was the same voice that broke my heart, but it soothed me at the same time. I got up, but was still in stiles arms and turned to where the sound was coming from.

"JACKSON" I shouted. They familar boy appeared and I broke out of Stiles arms and ran to him, the boy that broke me in to a million pieces. The boy that I will come running to when I cannot find Stiles or I need more comfort.

 The boy that I will come running to when I cannot find Stiles or I need more comfort

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