Hello guys! This is my first fanfiction, which is inspired by a tv show from Cyprus. Please excuse me, if I have any mistakes, English is not my native language. I am looking forward to hearing your comments. Hope you like it!
Brooklyn 1950
A young little girl was born, in a tiny apartment. The midwife and the aunt, Maya, were cheering up, but the mother of the child was in total grief. ΄΄ A girl? No, God, why? ΄΄. ΄΄ Come on, my girl. Don't be sad, a child is like an angel from heaven! God sent her to us΄΄ Her sister, Maya was trying to make her feel better. Maya, was a
very good woman, she was a devoted Christian and loved all people. There was no one that could even utter a nasty thing about her. Unfortunately, she was unmmaried
and she could not bear kids. Jocelyn,though, her sister was a different case. She was so much like their father, nothing could ever satisfy her and this is why she married
a man that looked exactly in behaviour with him or maybe even worse, Valentine. Josely didn't even look twice at the baby and gave her to Maya. ΄΄ Oh, hello there
Clary! My little angel, you are so beautiful΄΄ Maya was whispering to her.
Maya was living near them, so basically she was the one who raised Clary. Joselyn and Valentine didn't really care for her, the only thing they cared was to make money
so they could waste them in all sorts of alchohol and in nights out. After 3 years, Joselyn gave birth to another baby, this time was a son, Sebastian. Needless to say that
they both loved him immediately, but not in a parent's kind of innocent love, but more of a kid who would be able to provide them. They saw him more as prize, rather
than an innocent child. Clary loved her brother, though and Sebastian seemed to worship her too. They had a very strong sibling connection.
Twelve years passed and Clary was a beautiful, fifteen year old, redhead with big green eyes. She had two best friends, Isabelle and Simon. They both loved her dearly.
΄΄When we grow up, I want us to travel, to explore, to see the whole world.΄΄ she said one day gazing at the blue sky, with her friends and then she added shyly ΄΄
Maybe fell in love, get married, have kids΄΄. Simon laughed ΄΄ Oh, definitely, especially the part with the kids΄΄ Clary laughed and said ΄΄ Oh, come on, you know what
I mean. It's not bad to have dreams and I really want to achieve mine. I also want to become a doctor, you know to save people's lives. There is no greater thing than
that΄΄. Clary, as a teenanger was dreaming, she had goals in her life, things that she was so eager to achieve. Little did she know. The first rejection that she fell, from
her own parents was nothing but accidental.
Clary adored Maya, she felt as if she was her real mother. Maya taught her the importance to treat others with respect, to love and care about anything. They visited
the church everytime they had the chance and Clary never missed the chance to thank God for even the smallest things in her life. One day, they were gazing the stars
in the sky and Maya said ΄΄ Look how beautiful the stars are. People tend to dread the night, but it is in the night when we can see our Lord. In our darkest times, He is
always there΄΄. Clary kept these words in her mind, as if it was the sacrest thing she had ever heard and indeed, it was for her.
Valentine was in no case, a caring and kind man but at least he could show a decent demeanor to neighbors, or at least he though so, since most of them knew that he
and Joselyn didn't really seem to take care of their kids. However, no one, no one could ever suspect what this man was truly thinking. Clary was a pure, fifteen year old
girl, she had the beauty of innocence and youth. In his chaotic mind, he thought that he had rights on her.
Unfortunately, when Joselyn's mother got sick, Maya had to leave to take care of her. She didn't want to leave Clary even for five minutes, so when she had to go to
Georgia, she was so heartbroken. ΄΄ We will keep contact, I promise΄΄ she said with tears in her eyes. ΄΄ I will miss you so much, Maya. I will look everynight at the
stars and I will think about you ΄΄ Clary was crying, but she took some comfort when Maya gave her a locket with their picture together. Maya felt as if she was leaving
her daugher, she could not bear the pain but at least she knew that after a few days or weeks, she would be with Clary again. If only she knew, how wrong she was.
When Maya left, Valentine found the perfect chance. He was staring everyday her hair, hair that had the colour of blood and her youthful green eyes, as if she was an
angel sent to earth. Not that Valentine believed in angels or in any divine concept but this was the only way to describe her. He suggested to Joselyn that he and Clary
could sleep to Maya's house, whereas she and Sebastian could stay at their own home. Clary was sleeping innocently, dreaming about a better life, untill she smelled a
nasty and drunk smell and felt a heavy burden at her body. She couldn't scream, a hand was forcing her to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes were full of tears and she felt
an imperable pain. Her father made sure that every sick thought he had, was to be made true. She felt as if her heart was crashing to million pieces, to get lost in true
darkness and still trying to undestand what happened. When Valentine finished all his vomiting acts, Clary was left to lie on the floor. She didn't move, she couldn't
move. She was unable to do anything. She couldn't even cry. The tears started to fall from her eyes, when suddenly she saw a picture of her and her friends and next to
it, it was her Teddy. Her little bear. The end , that was all she could think of. End of everything. Valentine noticed her teary eyes, ΄΄ Come on, now, don't be like that΄΄.
He sighed and he went to his bed to sleep. He didn't sleep much, an hour later he got up, looked at her, where she was still lying, and made another hurtful decision.
They left the house and took the bus to Manhattan. When they arrived, he took her to a remote street ΄΄ Stay there, I'll come in an hour to get you΄΄. But he never
showed up.