Hello, it's me with a new story! I had this idea for a book, but it is way too smutty for publishing. Like, Fifty Shades of Grey style, except more angst and none of the disgusting tying-up crap.

Basically, the story is Clace and Sizzy, although Sizzy is just a pairing shown, no actual alone time...if you know what I mean. (Furiously winks)

Summary in a sentence (or paragraph) : The world has been freed of in-body accumulating diseases by an injection given at birth...the only thing is, it's accidentally taken away the power of females to reproduce. (See where I'm going with this?) This means that very rarely a case pops up of a girl getting her period, and after that happens, the girl is taken away to a local center for fertility testing. If the test comes out positive, the girl has to leave her family willingly or unwillingly (but she has to go), and go to Idris, where there are various buildings where girls are set to reproduce with a certain, assigned person. Let's just say that they get kids out of you as fast as they can.

I know, I know, it's creepy, but if you like it, please leave a review and continue checking for an update.

Warning: Rated very, very M. Do not read if you aren't into smut. (I'm not into smut either, but still-I'm giving it a shot)

I raise my hand high.

My Science teacher calls on me. "Yes, Clary?"

"Could I go use the bathroom?" I ask. "Please?" I add, hoping to gain brownie points.

For some reason, I am feeling really uncomfortable in between my legs. Something seems wrong.

"Of course you can. Hurry back, though."

I sigh, and stand up, pushing my chair in. Then I dart out of the room as fast as my legs can take me.

When I'm inside one of the extremely shiny clean stalls, I shove the button of my jeans out of the way and pull my pants down. My heart rate quickens, and I nearly faint. There's blood everywhere. At least it's not leaking out, but still-my underwear looks like I spilled fruit punch all over it. Jesus. What do I do? This isn't supposed to happen. I've only read that, a few decades ago, this happened to teenagers and older women once a month.

But it doesn't happen now, because of the treatment.

The treatment rids the body of harmful bacteria and stops any disease or illness from growing in my body and passing onto someone else. Due to a small misprint in the chemical reading, though, it stops females from being able to naturally have kids. Since then, Idris, the ruling country of Earth, has founded hundreds of centers all over the world to find girls and women who can get preggers, and make the population of Earth increase. They say it's been working so far, but I don't believe in that crap. Nobody does. Fifty years ago, the world's population was more than seven billion. Now, it's come down to five billion, and the numbers are dwindling at a rapid pace. People are getting worried.

I hurriedly rip out a long wad of toilet paper and fold it up as thick as it can go. Once I've pulled my jeans up, I run to my locker and open it, my hands clammy and shaking. Did I put a jacket in there? I think. The lock isn't opening, though. My hands are trembling too much. The lock finally clicks open, and I rummage through the contents. There is a jacket in there. Whew.

I tie the jacket's sleeves around my waist, hoping it covers up my bottom. It does. I exhale in relief. What should I do now? My house is five minutes away from school. Mom never leaves the house because she's too busy doing something. She's never told me what she does, in the eighteen years that I've known her. So I'm contemplating on whether or not to ditch the rest of school and run home or wait until lunch and then go talk to her. The ditch the rest of school idea sounds better.

I look around to make sure nobody's here, secretly watching me. The coast is clear. Stealing a glance at the empty hallway one last time, I race towards the nearest exit. In around the next five seconds, I'm on the main street. A feeling of uneasiness has suddenly come over. I thinks something bad is going to happen today. Something even worse than what's just happened.

I'm out of breath by the time I've reached the front door of my house. I ring the doorbell once. Twice. Another time. I pray that Mom is home.

The door swings open just as my hand reaches out to pound the bell once more. My mother has a look of irritation on her face, and her red hair is falling out of it's bun.

"Clary? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the school day!" She yells.

I sputter. "I-there's something wrong with me. I'm bleeding."

The annoyed expression fades away, and a look of concern takes its place. "Did you get cut, darling? And why are you so flustered?"

"No, I didn't get cut," I snap, pushing past her and walking into the house. "I'm bleeding, like, that menstrual thing that used to happen to women. Help me. What's wrong with me?"

Mom's eyes widen, and she slams the door shut. She pulls me upstairs and into her closet, closing and locking the door.

"Clary," She says to me.

"What?"

"You didn't tell anyone about this, right?" She questions.

"It happened five minutes ago. I doubt I'd have time to talk about it. The second I saw it, I ran here." I answer truthfully.

My mother puts her head in her hands. "No, no, no. This is bad. I knew I should have gotten the treatment done on you. It's my fault. Christ."

Now, this side of her, it is freaking me out like crazy. She's never been so tensed. "You mean-you mean that nobody ever gave me a hit of the treatment? Why?"

"Because I was too busy hiding."

I stare at her, dumb-founded. "Hiding from who? You're being so descriptive right now."

"Hiding from the goverment!" Mom practically screams in my ear. "When I was sixteen, I found out that the treatment wouldn't work on me, so they caught me and took me to that horrid place. I tried to escape so many times, I lost count. Then I met your father. He was the one assigned to me, and I fell in love with him the second I saw him. Eight months later? We were expecting our child anytime. I gave birth, and my baby-my poor, dear Jonathan...they ripped him away from me." Her voice catches, and tears well in her eyes.

"After Jonathan was stolen from me, I fell pregnant again, this time with you. Your father-Valentine was his name-he swore that he wouldn't let you go like he did with Jonathan. One night, a week before I went into labor, he came into my room and told me that now was the chance to escape. I took the chance for you, and I succeeded in leaving. Valentine promised that he'd meet me at the border, but he never did. Instead, Luke arrived, and he snuck me into a private flight, and...here I am now."

I clear my throat, unable to comprehend what she's said. A brother I didn't know I had? And a mother who, until now, I'd believed was my adopted mother? This is too much to take in all at once. "So, why are you telling me all this right now?" I ask.

"Because, if you let anyone know about what's just happened, even Sebastian or Luke, they'll call one of the fertility centers, and the same thing that happened to me will happen to you, except for the fact that you won't escape like I did. Their protection and security is stronger than it ever was, Clary, and once you go in, there isn't any going out, at least until you die, or you're unable to produce any more kids. They'll mostly kill you then." Mom explains. "I don't want you to waste your life going through that hell. It's a prison. Think of it as a life sentence. They'll get kids out of you every nine months, and the process keeps going on and on, until you just can't take it anymore. So, please, don't mention this at all. This conversation never happened. As for the blood...I'll give you something for that. Come with me."

Mom takes quick steps towards the door, and unlocks it. What we see as she opens the door is enough to make me know it's all over.

Sebastian has a phone in his hand, his raven black eyes piercing through us in a way they never have before. In the other hand, he holds a pamphlet that says, Contact us if your wife, sister, daughter, or any other family member shows signs of being able to reproduce such as menstruation, cramps, etc.

Mom screams, her voice going through all the octaves at once. The scream is horrified and shocked. Sebastian whirls and runs out of Mom's room, going into his own. I'm taking deep, labored breaths, thinking to myself that this is a twisted dream I'll wake up from any minute now, but I know this isn't any old dream. It's really happening.

My mother pounds on Sebastian's door. "Sebastian! Don't dial the number, please! She's your sister! You can't do this to her!" She roars. I've never seen her emotions so mixed up. She's angry, desperate, sad, and shocked, all at the same time.

I can hear Sebastian speaking in a low voice inside. No. No. This isn't possible. It wasn't supposed to happen. I back up, feeling betrayed, and my head hits the wall forcefully. I collapse and black out, not believing that he's actually calling the number.

"Clary?" Someone says. I mumble something that even I don't understand.

My eyes slowly peel open, and I take in my surroundings. I'm in my room. Sebastian and Luke are crouched over me, looking at me with worry.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Luke asks.

I cough. "Yeah, I think." I reply. I hear the sound of muffled sobbing somewhere in a corner, and it all comes back to me. That's my mother crying, and it seems that Sebastian told the authorities about everything. He should have been at school. He shouldn't have been eavesdropping outside the closet. Slowly, I sit up, and my stomach twists in fear.

Two men in white coats are standing expectantly at the entrance of my room.

My jaw drops. I'm suddenly so, very terrified. I whimper, staring at the two men. "W-who are they? What are they doing here?" I demand, even though I already know the answer. They're here for me.

Luke is frowning. "Clary, you have to go." He says sadly.

"No," I whisper. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sebastian pats my shoulder. "Clary, it's better if you go with them willingly. Come on, maybe the test might even come out negative. Go." He reassures me.

My chin trembles. "No, I can't. Please." I beg.

The men gesture for Luke and Sebastian to move. They do, and the men are approaching me like I'm a wounded lion who'll pounce on them any second.

"No!" I cry. "Mommy! Please!"

I've been lifted off the bed, and am now being literally dragged across the floor. I can't hold the tears back. I just can't.

"At least let me say bye to her." I mumble.

I beg Luke with my eyes. He nods, and then I'm released. I run into Mom's arms as fast as I can. Everyone else is slowly shuffling out of the room.

Mom is sobbing, just like I am. Her nose is puffy, and overall she looks a mess, probably even worse than I do.

"I'm sorry, baby," She cries.

I sit down on my bed with her arm around my shoulder. "It's not your f-fault," I tell her. "Look, maybe what Sebastian says is right. Maybe the test will come out negative, and this'll all be over."

Mom shakes her head. "That's not how it works, Clary. The test is never wrong. And I believe what you told me about the blood, because you never lie. God, I'm so, so sorry. You hate me, don't you? But don't worry-I'll get you out of there if I die doing it."

"You're the one who said there's security everywhere. How will you get me out, then?"

"After I escaped, I found out that there was a group of women who'd escaped just like I had, and they had their own daughter or son. Ever since I met them, we've been planning a big escape for all the girls in there. My closest friend-Maryse, she had a son the same age your brother would have been, who became government property like Jonathan, and a daughter as old as you. Isabelle, Maryse's daughter, had to go to Idris a few weeks ago. Maryse is furious, and we're not letting go of this incident anytime soon. Usually, we meet every six months for a week at a time-you know how I always say I go on hikes alone? Instead, we check in at a secure place and have our meetings. We had a meeting last month, even though we aren't scheduled to have one until December. The meeting was because Maryse wasn't dealing well with Isabelle having to leave. Now that they're taking you, too, I'm calling for an emergency meeting. As I said, I'll get you out, no matter what." Mom takes a deep breath. We've both stopped crying, but we know that after I go, we're going to be starting again. "Stay safe, darling, okay?" She wipes my face tenderly, and I hug her one last time.

I clear my throat. "I will." Saying this, I shut my eyes tightly and stiffly walk out of the room before I burst into tears again. Luke and Sebastian are waiting for me outside. I don't pay any attention to them, instead just opening the front door. Someone catches my hand before I can exit, though. It's Sebastian.

"Aren't you going to at least say bye?" He asks.

I glare at him. "I hate you. I hate you so much. I regret calling you a brother. My real brother wouldn't have done this to me. I hope there's a special place reserved for you in Hell when you die." I hiss at him. The venom in my voice surprises both of us, and Sebastian is taken back. I stomp out of the house, stealing a final glance towards the place I grew up in. Except for the fact that my mother is probably crying her eyes out inside, I feel nothing about this house. I am numb.

As I open the door to the shiny black van with tinted windows, I see that Mom has come outside. The look in her eyes says, I will get you back. Don't worry.

I nod at her and get into the car. It isn't until we're out of the neighborhood that I realize I'm all alone in this.

All I can bring myself to do I bury my face in my hands and hope for the best.

Subtle, huh? I have a feeling that I'm going way too fast, but I need you smut-anticipaters to get your smut as soon as I can get it to you. It will start by the third or fourth chapter.

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