Hi! So this is my new story. I hope you guys like it!

I stretch out my aching bones and slowly rise out of my bed. I stumble into my bathroom, wincing with every step. I undress and look at the scrawny, pale, bruised body in my mirror. I look absolutely disgusting. Bruises cover my entire right side and the faded ones still light up my abdomen like a christmas tree.

I can't say how long I've had these. Some of them don't seem to want to go away.

The parts of my body that aren't ridiculed with bruises, are covered with scares. Most of them from her, but a good majority of them are from myself. I try not to stare at those ones because I'm ashamed of what I did to myself, but I'm better now. I don't use the pain to forget, I use drawing instead.

My pictures tend to be morbid but there are a couple that bring a smile to my face. One of them is the picture that I drew of me and Jon. He's has the goofiest grin on his face and green paint in his pale blonde hair. I have to many colors to count in my hair. It ranges from bright yellow to dark purple. I miss those days where I could be free and no have a care in the world. But those days are over. Gone. Never to return.

I let out a sigh and exit my bathroom. I get dressed in clothes that will cover the scars and bruises. I start to brush out my hair when she interrupts me, "Clarissa! Get your ass down here!"

I let out a sigh and quickly finish brushing my hair. I grab my backpack and start to head downstairs, only to be stopped by a glass bottle shattering right above my head. I let the glass rain down on me as I hear Jocelyn cursing at me. I simply ignore her and head out the front door. I continue walking on the route to school, humming to Three Day's Grace's song Animal I've Become.

I hear a car engine rev up from behind me and I role my eyes. I hate when people do that. It's like, we get it, you own a nice car but know one cares. The wheels screech against the black tar of the road as they speed up. Somebody lets out a holler and I turn my head to see a guy from my school. Probably the most annoying but lovable at the same time.

"Hey, Fray!" The blonde yells. His gold eyes meeting my bottle green ones.

"What's up Herondale?" I yell back.

He smirks as the car approaches me. "You want a ride?" He asks in his usual cocky ass voice.

"Um.." I say mocking uneasiness.

"Come on. I don't bite. At least not all of the time," his smirk grows bigger at his innuendo.

I let out a low chuckle before letting out a huff of air, pretending to think about it. "I don't know..."

His car is now driving slowly right next to me. "Please?" He asks giving me the puppy dog eyes that always make me give in.

"Okay," I sigh feigning displeasure.

I open the door to the passenger seat and get in. Jace turns his eyes back to the road but not before I see his smirk grow even bigger, if that's possible. He turns up the radio playing that horrible rap music he listens to. He starts to sing along, poorly I might add. The song ends finally, thank God, as we pull up to a stop light. Jace turns to take in the damage as we sit waiting for the light to turn. His hands starts to reach for my head, but I flinch away from his touch. His eyes show the hurt and pain that my actions have caused him but his facial expression gives away nothing.

"Sorry," I mutter.

"There's no need to be sorry, Clary. I'm sorry you have to live with that bitch," he says comfortingly.

I give him a small smile in understanding. His hands reaches for my hair again but this time I don't flinch. He looks relieved at my non-responsive actions. He pulls his hand back to show me the glass that was imbedded in my hair.

"Beer?" he questions.

I shake my head and mumble, "vodka."

He gives me a pained look. When Jocelyn drinks beer she isn't nearly as bad when it's the vodka. Usually it's the beer but on occasion the vodka leaves it's place in the pantry to join Jocelyn on the sofa.

Jace leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead mumbling, "your so strong, Clary."

If only he knew how broken I actually am.

We're both called from our reverie from the sound of honking horns. The light is now green and Jace presses on the gas pedal. He turns up the radio as the song Talk Dirty by Jason Duerlo comes on. I have to admit this is one of the few songs with rap in it that I actually like. We start to sing along so out of key that I'm surprised the dogs haven't started to bark. The rapping part begins and Jace and I take turns rapping it. As soon as it's over we're both in hysterics.

Jace pulls into the school parking lot and he parks in his usual spot. We both get out of the car still laughing at how horrible we sound. He throws an arm around my shoulder and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not wince. He notices my pained expression and quickly drops his arm and starts rambling, "I'm so sorry. I completely blanked. I'm so, so, sorry. I swear I didn't mean to. God, I'm such and idiot."

I let out a chuckle and give him a smile telling him its okay, that it's not a big deal. He gives me a small smile and we continue down our hallway.

I hope you liked it! Let me know if you think I should continue!