Shattered Mirrors

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or the books they belong to Cassandra Clare and I don't own the song sadly...

A/N hey guys so I'm still working on City Of Broken Trust but this is one-shot that is sad and I really wanted to do and its based on the song by Lil Wayne and Bruno Mars Mirrors. A little summary for you,

Jace had broken up with Clary and she gave up on everything. Jace had given her scars and cheated on her and now read the story xD...

CPOV

With everything happening today, You don't know whether your coming or going.

But you think that your on your way, Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it,

Look at me when I'm talking to you, You looking at me but I'm looking through you.

I got up from my bed like every morning, the rain clouds outside made my white walls look dark gray. As I got up from bed, the first thing I saw across the room was my long mirror. For the first time I noticed it was there, I made my way across the room still keeping my eyes on the mirror. As I got closer and closer I started to realize how different I looked from two months ago. My flaming red hair was a mess on my head and odd curls fell on my face, my eyes were losing all the green and worst of all my face was dead white pale.

I see the blood in your eyes, I see the love in disguise. I see the pain hidden in your pride, I see your not satisfied. And I don't see nobody else, I see my self im looking at the …..

Mirror on the wall, here we are again. Through my rise and fall you've been my only fan, you told me that they can understand the man I am. So why are we talking to each other again.

I reached my hand to touch the mirror and when my fingers touched the cold glass I flinched knowing it really was me, a silent tear left my eye and I knew I had to go outside.

I quickly changed knowing Isabelle would always come here and talk me to go outside with her and when I said no she would leave an outfit each day hoping that maybe I'll come out.

I grabbed the outfit she left me and went to go change. She had left me dark blue skinny jeans with an simple green v-neck long sleeved shirt, with that she left me a black trench coat , black boots and an gold heart necklace. I opened the door and a gust of wind blew into my face, I sighed and started walking through the rush of people towards the central park.

I found the usual spot where I used to sit and sat down on the bench. Kids were playing on playgrounds as parents laughed with each other, and I sat alone not having anybody.

Oh I see the truth in your lies, I see nobody by your side, but I'm with you when your all alone. And you correct me when I'm looking wrong...

A ball landed by my feet probably one of the kids and I reached down to get it. My coat went a little up and I saw the scars, they were all still there.

I see your soul through the window pane, I see the scars that remain. I see you Wayne I'm looking at the...

An hour later I got the courage to get up and made my way back to my small dark apartment.

I shook of my coat and went to take a shower. I was about to get in when I noticed all the dark purple and red scars over my body, I ran over to the mirror and my eyes filled with tears.

He had done this, and it would never be fixed. I couldn't help it and my hands gripped the counter as I burst out crying.

Mirror on the wall, here we are again. Through my rise and fall you've been my only fan. You told me that they can understand the man I am, so why are we talking to each other again...

I managed to get my shaky hands of the counter and took a chance to look over my self. There was a scar on my upper arm which looked purple, by my wrist there was a dark blue bruise. It got worse when it came towards my legs and stomach. They look sickening and any one would want to throw up.

Lookin at me now I can see my past, Damn I look just like my f****n dad.

Light it up,that smokes at mirrors, I even look good in an broken mirror.

God, I thought. I looked just like Valentine, he would've smirked at me now if he was here.

My head felt fuzzy and when I stared straight ahead I could picture my mom standing there smiling.

I see my momma smile, thats a blessing.

She slowly walked over and stood before me, she picked up the fallen towel and placed it around my body . Then she just vanished, my hand reached out to grab her but I caught the air.

I see the change, I see the message, and no message could been any clearer. So I'm stared with the man in the...

I quickly took a shower and walked over to my special room. He had gotten me to quit painting and stop doing my art. I picked up my paintbrush and let the morning sunshine peak through the blinds. I looked up and even in the mirror you could see my fragile body and my dull green eyes stand out. I let out a sigh and sat back down looking at the smiling people on the street. "Clary, are you in here?"

Isabelle gasped when she saw me and a smile started to form on her lips.

"Hey Izzy," my voice was still a little cracked since I hadn't spoken for days.

Isabelle rushed over and got me into a huge hug "I'm so sorry," she kept repeating into my hair . "I knew and I should have stopped him, I'm so sorry Clary'' she cried. I closed my eyes and felt the tears go down my cheek and Isabelle tears got into my hair. We just sat like that for a few minutes. I slowly got up, today everything was gonna change.

Hopefully.

Okay so what did you think of it? Yes, it was kind of sad and my friend almost killed me for saying Jace gave her scars :D. But other than that I'm okay so please review!