It was a dark and stormy summer night in Alicante. There was a chill in the air as Clary Morgenstern is walking into her death. She lives with her father, who always has a drink or a pill bottle in his hands. Ever since her mother died, due to cancer, Clary has been on her own, since her father hardly ever gives her the time of day.
Her brother, Jon, was 25 and moved away the day he turned 18. He left Clary to defend herself from her greatest fear, her Father. Both of them hated him and what he was doing. A family friend of the Morgensterns, named Luke, discovered about the abusive much sooner than anyone else did. To avoid being exposed Valentine, Clary's father, moved to the city that they live in now, Alicante.
Ever since the move, Clary has felt more alone than ever. She goes to a school where she gets tormented by the popular kids, mainly Jace. Who was the biggest jerk that she ever met, and a major player. All the girls in Alicante High School wanted to shack up with him and he would let them. She hated him. She hated his perfect golden hair that shone bright like a halo on an angel, which he looked like. He had a perfect body, all muscular and he had flawless skin, curls that framed his face. He was tall and of course, his eyes are what made every woman in that school wanna be with him. They were the most beautiful eyes Clary had ever seen and their color was extremely unique, gold. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight, but even though he was super hot, Clary still hated him for making suffer more than she already does.
Clary was standing in front of her house, checking her watch that read 6:45. Shit, I'm late, Clary thought. She had to be home at 6:30 to cook dinner for her monstrous father because he was too drunk or too high to do it for himself.
As she enters the house, she immediately gets a whiff of the alcohol. She steps carefully into the house trying not to let the monster hear her, but unfortunately, he does and starts walking up to her with an awful grin on his face while she is standing there. Terrified.
"Why the fuck are late?" He asks as he slaps her in the face
Clary doesn't even have any time to answer as he takes his fit a punches her in the gut, causing her to come crashing to the ground. She immediately felt pain shooting up in her back. The punch and kicking finally stop after what felt like hours and hours. She had to force herself to walk up to her bedroom to sob her heart out. She made a promise long ago that she would never ever dry in front him because that will only give him the motivation to continue. These past 16 years of Clary's life have been rough, so to say. She has just gotten used to this being her normal.
After sitting on her bed for an hour, just thinking about her life and everything that has happened up to this point, she decided to take a shower to get all the dried blood off of her grimy body. She picks up the soap and starts scrubbing her slim figure. She is very thing for her age and also extremely short. She has vibrant red hair that almost looks like it could be on fire by how bright it is. To go along with her curly and untamed hair, she also had shining green eyes that are memorizing. Clary starts to sob about just think about her life. She questions who would still want her here? How can anybody deal with a freak like me? She asks as she slides down to shower the floor and cries her eyes out while the hot water is making her sore and achy muscles almost feel like there was never pain, to begin with.
After her shower, she quickly brushes her now even more tangles air and trough on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt, then slides underneath her covers. She just keeps on replaying the events of tonight in her head over and over again. One punch, two punch, three punch…..
Tomorrow will be a different day, right? And with that thought, she finally decides to close her eyes and get some sleep.