Hi. I'm Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, but please, it's just Clary (in other words, bitches and bastards, if you dare call me anything other than Clary, I will murder you). I'm sadly very short, have pale skin, red hair and green eyes. I take after my mother, I like art and comics, and my favourite colour is yellow.
I have a brother, named Jonathon Christopher Morgenstern. He looks just like my father, Valentine Morgenstern, with his high cheekbones, set jaw, pale skin and white-blonde hair; but Jonathan's features are more delicate and not as sharp. He's lucky enough to be tall, as well. I think girls find him really attractive, and they always stare at him, but he rarely goes out with them. He has loads of friends, and tends to avoid girls. I don't really know why though.
We clearly don't look alike at all, except our eyes, (and our hands, but who the hell looks at people's hands?) seeing as we have the same eyes as my mother, Jocelyn Morgenstern.
Jonathan and I have similar personalities, though.
We're both hard headed, rebels, pretty smart, very strong, and shouldn't be underestimated – well, mainly me, you know, because I'm short and all.
My father is a seriously boring, rich, horrible lawyer, and wants my brother to follow his profession. But the thing is that my brother doesn't really like the idea of having Valentine's Jobs. He tries not to, but he does. I'm honestly not surprised. Valentine… got violent with Jonathan as a child. And Jonathan, though he still loves his father, decided he wanted to be someone better, someone different.
Also, Jonathan wants to sing. I think he should, because his voice is amazing. Like, I could listen to that voice for aeons, if he wasn't so annoying half the time. But my father thinks it isn't a manly job. He says it's a job for wimps.
My mother... Well, this is where my life gets complicated.
She was a painter, who painted for a living, but then she just disappeared without a trail. She was gone for eight months, and then her body turned up in some forest. I don't actually know what happened, and to be honest, I really don't want to know.
When Valentine first told me, I didn't believe him. Lies, I'd said. But he had this sort of defeated look on his face, and I knew. I knew he wasn't lying. He wouldn't lie about her. He would never. He loved my mom. He loved her enough to not be lying about something so serious. And naturally, I knew this, but I just didn't want to believe him.
At first I didn't feel anything. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day; I didn't want to come out. But when I woke up the next day, it all hit me.
My mother was dead.
And then the tears started streaming. I couldn't stop. I didn't eat or anything. The only reason I got to sleep was Jonathan. He'd comfort me; no words, just hugs.
And this is where he started singing.
All the time I have laid in your love
When your love kept me safe through the night
All the time I was sure you were mine
And before time demands our goodbye
Can you sing me a last lullaby?
I've never thought my voice was any good, but I'd always found comfort in Jonathan's. And that's how I went to sleep at night. And just when I thought I was finally starting to adjust, Guess what happened. School happened.
Oh, you know, boring old that occupies half a girl's life?
Yeah, that. Just checking you're not an alien. If you are, school is a place where we spend six hours a day, Bored out of our brains whilst someone talks about some pointless topic that will never come up in our lives. Ever. Take English for example. When will I ever have to explain the connotations of the sky to someone?
So, I got out of my bed (finally, wow, I never thought I could), went to take a shower and see if I could make myself look slightly not dead. Yeah, that never happened. I threw on a black jumper and jeans, and walked out of my room. Jonathan looked no better than I did.
His hair was a mess; I notice this because his hair is scruffy and he usually has it looking unnaturally silky (which obviously, is impossible for me, with my crazy hair that I just about manage to get under control.), and he looked dead too. We seemed to have dressed the same, with black Jumpers (Now that I think about it, I think this is his jumper) and jeans but of course he pulled it off better than I did. Wow, we clearly both did not want to be noticed.
"Hi," I said.
Some incoherent mumble was his reply. He even sounded dead.
I walked down the stairs, Jonathan following me. He pulled out some croissants, telling me to eat one.
"I'm not hungry."
"Take it."
"No."
"I will shove this down your throat."
I reluctantly took the stupid croissant from him.
"I hate you," I grumbled. He gave a half smile.
"Love you too."
Such sibling love.
Professor Green - Lullaby, Ft. Tori Kelly
