Hey guys! I told you I wasn't posting anything but I wrote this short story for English and I really wanted to turn it into a fic! Sorry I haven't been updating Forbidden Life! It the next chapter will be up before December! Sorry for the spelling mistakes! It wasn't beta'd! :) And sorry it's short! I only had little time to write this!
I don't own TMI but the words and idea is mine! :)
Clary thought she wasn't pretty at all. Aline was the girl who bullied her. She was going to start cutting herself. But they didn't know she was abused when she came home. She hated her life.
"CLARY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Her father shouted. She quickly ran down the hall. Oh no. What is Father going to do to me? She thought.
Her father was an drunk. He drank and to get rid of stress. After he drank liqour, he started to feel rage because Clary supposedly killed her mother. Her mother's name was Jocelyn. Clary had looked just like her mother. Curly firery hair and beautiful green eyes. Clary had nothing of her father in her. She was always nice. She had wanted to become a model when she was younger. But now she's twelve and just wants to die.
She quickly and quietly came down from her attic room. It was about five feet by eight feet. A very small room.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Her father, Valentine, yelled.
"I am sorry. I was finishing up some homework," Clary replied.
"Yeah sure," Ryan said. He grabbed a bat and started hitting her. "Why must you be so like your mother?"
"I don't know father! I don't know!" Clary said pleadingly.
...
After about three hours of being hit and cut, Valentine had put his hands around Clary's throat. The phone rang ad her father left, leaving her her in a heap of blood. She climbed up to her room and grabbed a knife. She had cut her throat. That was the end of Clary Morgenstern's life.