The last thing I saw before I blacked out was my father, knife in hand covered in blood, my blood to be exact. The look in his eyes was pure evil. He leaned down by my ear.
"No one will know about this right baby girl? You wouldn't tell on your dear old father, because if you do... this will have seemed like nothing to what I could do!" I keep my eyes down so he can't see the true terror in them. I hear my mom's car pull into the drive way. "Not one word you understand me Clarissa! Not one word." He walked out of my room to get rid of the knife. This always happened, always happened when my mom was away and when my brother Jon was out with his friends; Sebastian, Jace and Alec. They knew nothing of what went on when they would leave me alone with my horrible father. They never saw the cuts, the burns, the bruises... I limp to the bathroom to survey the damage of yet another beating. I lock the door behind me when I enter the bathroom and lift the end of my shirt up high enough to see the marks. I looked in the mirror. A gasp escapes my mouth as I saw my back and sides, covered... covered in burns, cuts new and old, and the purple and blue bruises that covered me. My hands roam over the open wounds coming away bloody. I look at myself in the mirror with disgust. Ugly was the only word that came to mind. Every scar was a horrid memory, a living nightmare. But when I wake up they don't go away they continue getting worse and worse each day they continue as if nothing is wrong. But EVERYTHING is wrong! Family should be love fulled and everyone cares about each other NOT abusive! I let my cheeks be covered in tears, this is the only place where I can let them fall and not worry about being weak or about being judged. I don't have to worry about tomorrow's beating or about how much worse it'll be, here I can just cry. I start to wash of the blood and bandage the cuts, it's routine for me now. I stay in the bathroom till my eyes don't look red and puffy anymore. When i finally do walk out of the bathroom I walk into my older brother Jon, I see his friends behind him apparently they are staying for dinner tonight.
"Sorry..." I say not meeting any of their eyes. I can tell Jon knows something is wrong with me because i won't look at him. He grabs my arm and I flinch away. He notices and asks looking me in the eye.
"What's wrong Clary?"
"Nothing..." I trail off not wanting to talk to any of them; I get out of his grip and practically run to my room. When I faintly hear Jon say
"Must be boy troubles..." I slam my door and lean against it after I locked it. I shake my head if only... if only it were normal teenage girl drama... I sob and slide down the door to the floor my head in my hands. I hear my mom yell that dinner was ready but i don't move from my spot. I don't want to wake up tomorrow... i don't want to live in pain anymore... I can't take it anymore. Tonight might be the night I do it. I think about it, do I want to die? No I don't but wouldn't it be better than what's going on now? I stand up and walk over to my desk and get my phone, I call the one person I can trust. I call Simon, my best friend, who knows only a basis of my home issues.
"Hello?" he says on the 3rd ring
"Simon... I... I need you please... please come quick." I say with a breaking voice.
"I'll be there in 2 minuets." I hear the door to his house slam shut through the phone "Clary stay on the phone with me-" I hear my door shake , someone is tring to get in...
"Clary open the door NOW!" I hear him... my father yell through the door. I start to shake with fear and move next to my bed.
"Simon! Please hurry-" my door bursts open before I can finish what I was going to say. I hid the phone on the floor next to my bed. I didn't end the call.
"I thought I TOLD you NOT to tell anyone!" My father says walking into my room, closing the door behind him locking it. Oh no... I thought
"I didn't I swear I didn't." I say backing away from him.
"You must have because Jonathan, your brother, he knows something is wrong he wouldn't be able to tell if you kept your mouth shut!" he says yelling.
"I swear I didn-" he punched me and I fell back onto my bed
"I told you, I warned you! I warned you not to tell. I told you if you did things would get much worse for you my dear Clarissa." He took out a gun and walked toward me. I scooted back away from him, he grabbed my hair I start to scream and kick out at him he puts the gun to my head. Tears fall down my cheeks. "You know I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this until later but you've forced my hand Clarissa." he undoes the safety lock. Hurry Simon please hurry! Why can't my brother hear me or my mother or Jon's friends there are so many people in the house why can't they hear my screams. I scream louder trying to get away. I kick and hit him in the stomach I shove him away from me and I try to make a run for it. But then BANG!... nothing