My Personal Poison
Sister.
Was there ever a more disgusting word?
And yet, I'm not surprised.
Why, should I be?
Fate has made it quite clear that I am its chew toy.
I, Jace Wayland – no, Morgenstern,
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
My father's name.
My soulmate's name, the very same name as that of my father's daughter.
Clary. Morgenstern.
I've known cruel. This is not cruel, nothing close.
It is agony.
So Fate, or God, or whatever, should be happy. Whatever presence runs things seems to enjoy watching me squirm.
Fuck it. I'll live through it, just to spite them.
What are they even trying to say? That everything I have to audacity to care about dies – or turns out to be my sister? What the fuck? Seriously?
It's a shitty life, but I'll take it. I'll be the strongest, live through it all, fight the power; fight it off.
I will show that I am not a dog to be kicked.
But what if it's too late?
There's already a strange feeling living in me, coursing through my veins. Tainting my strength, my will, thought, and reason.
A poison.
I hate nothing more now than pithy romance novels that speak of "forbidden love".
They know nothing of how it is to have something right next to you that is infinitely beyond your reach.
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A/N: Please let me know what you thought; it will make me happy^_^