Borrowed Wings

by lovemyblackcat

Clary has always been unwell. She has hollow bones, and has to take medication to stay alive. She lives in a hospital, and has come to accept that she will never have an ordinary life. That is, until a certain golden boy shows up. All the stories are true. Fiction is fact. And she is most certainly not human. Plz give a go, first fanfic.

1. Chapter 1

AN: This story I dedicated to KoalaKaos, cause she is an AH-MAZING author, and told me how to post a story and told me that I really should just give it a go. KoalaKaos, if you are by an chance reading this, your AMAZING! K, without further ado, here is my very first fanfic. Plz don't judge. ^3^
The night seemed fairly ordinary. Sure, the wind seemed to be a little louder, and the stars a little darker, but all in all, it could be called an ordinary mundane night. One family, however, would never be the same again.
A lone woman with fiery red hair and piercing emerald eyes was about to leave her baby daughter forever. The little girl was barely a month old, with only a single lock of hair that matched her mothers. She was different, however. Anyone with an eye and half a brain could see it. She was as light as a feather, and quieter than a cemetery. She never moved, hardly ate and never uttered a single sound. She only ever watched. Watched with those startling green eyes, so similar to her mothers, only wiser. Nobody ever expected her to live for more than a year. The mother, Jocelyn Fairchild was incredibly pore. The man that she had loved had left her and their unborn child, and had taken every penny and possession that they had.
Tonight was the night where Jocelyn finally gave in. She would no longer struggle to live in the streets, never having a proper meal or a bed to sleep in. No, tonight was the very last night.
Jocelyn arrived at the hospital. If she was going to leave her daughter anywhere, it should be here. These people had the most chance of keeping her alive, even if they were mundanes. After her husband left her, Jocelyn had vowed that he daughter would not be part of the shadow world.
And so the sickly child was left on the front steps of the hospital to be found by the first person to arrive in the morning. The only clue as to who she was was a single slip of paper tucked into her blanket. It read:
Clarissa Fairchild, born on the 29th of August, 2000
Daughter of Jocelyn Fairchild
Take care of her...

An: I know this probably sounds really bad, but plz bear with me cause it is my first fanfic. This chapter was purposely written in this style, but the rest of the story will have a different style. After a couple of reviews, I will post the next chapter, however I cannot promise that updates will be frequent after that! Plzplzplz review, it will mean a lot to me to think that someone may be (hopefully) reading this.
If no one seems to like it, I will not continue.
Xx
Lovemyblackcat. (previously guest called somerandomloner)
Bye bye! .