Disclaimer: BECAUSE I LIVE IN A DICTATORSHIP COUNTRY, I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR MY OCs. If I did own the series, I would be Clary and COCKBLOCKING WOULD BE BANISHED. Thank you.
Chapter 1:
Clary P.O.V
Every day was the same. School. Work. Home. School. Work. Home. Schoolwork and Juvenile idiots and abusive dad. That was just my life. I accepted that. What choice did I have? The only beacon of hope in my dreary, black hole of a life was my best friend, Simon. Him, music and art. Although, since my mom and Jon died, and I was forced to live with Valentine, I didn't paint as much as I used to. That was what my mom did best. I do best at drawing. Sketches of my mom and Jon covered the pages of my sketchbook. My father didn't like seeing pictures of them and I didn't want to forget anything, so I made my own. The last time he saw a picture of them on my wall. He ripped into pieces and made sure to leave me some new bruises before leaving. At times, I felt like a zombie- just going through life on auto-pilot. I was different with Simon, but I only had Team Sports and lunch with him. That was a total of two hours and the day my dad let me go somewhere other than school or work would be the day hell freezes over.
Jace P.O.V
I woke up to Max jumping on me, yelling about something. This kid was lucky, I was the Early-Bird type or he would've been dead. I looked at the clock beside me. 6:30 a.m. "What the hell, ax?" I groaned, squinting to see against the sudden bright light.
"It's our first day of school!" he screamed in excitement, "Get up!" I groaned again, not wanting to get up. "I bet there'll be pretty girls there," Max said in a suggestive tone, raising a brow. I had to give it to the kid, he knew me and he was a genius in the making.
"Okay," I said yawning, as I pulled off the covers and swung my feet to the side of the bed," I'm up kid."
"Izzzy!" Max screeched, running to Izzy's room to wake her up. I got up, Stretching, and turned on my radio. I put in one of my favorite CDs and sang along to Iris of the Storm as I took off my boxers and walked into my bathroom. I had to admit, although I didn't really want to get up, I was pretty excited about today. We were pretty popular at our old school, – Izzy, Alec, and I – but Maryse and Robert – being doctors – wanted to move closer to the hospital they worked in. I didn't get why Maryse and Robert were making us start school now – a week before Thanksgiving break – instead of after the break. It was alright with me though. I hadn't gotten laid since I dumped Aline and we moved here, so let's just say I was looking for a rebound. It shouldn't be too hard, with a school of 3,000 horny teenagers, there was bound to be some slutty chicks there. It also didn't hurt that I was sexy as shit and could, quite literally, charm the pants off of any girl I wanted. Today was going to be great.
Clary P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blearing. I jerked myself upright, startled out of my dream, and quickly shut off the alarm. I came, crashing, down from Cloud9, as I realized were I was. In my own personal hell with Satan for a father. I'd had the best dream…
Jon, Mom, Luke, and I were at the park in our old spot. It was cold but sunny - the best kind of day. Jon and Luke were throwing a football around. My mom was helping me capture the moment perfectly – showing me were to add more detail and little things to perfect it.
"You keep this up, and you'll be better than me by the time I die," she said with a proud look.
"Mom, don't talk like that. I can't even imagine life without you," I said curling up to her side. She giggled softly.
"Don't worry kiddo," she reassured me, placing a kiss on my forehead, "I'm not going any time soon."
I'd had that same dream many times. It was a memory, really. That wan in June, a month before the accident, one of the last times I was really happy. My father, being the evil bastard he is, saw it as a way to get revenge, on both my mother and Luke, to immediately sue for custody of me. He won. I guess it helps when you pay off the judge. After that, my father started making my life hell. As if losing two of the three people I loved most wasn't enough, he did his best to keep me away from Luke too. Thank god he let me keep my job at Luke's bookstore. It was my favorite place in the world to be. There were tons of books, Luke, and the band hung out there a lot. If it weren't for that, I probably wouldn't see Luke until I graduate – two years from now - and get the hell away from Valentine. I just couldn't wait. It was my own fault I was stuck here though. It was my fault that they are dead. The memories and guilt overwhelmed me until I couldn't breath. I reached in my dresser, quickly grabbing a blade, and slit another cut on my inner forearm. The familiar sting was relieving and I watched as the blood ran down arm. I wiped at it with my sleeve as I pulled it back down. I-
"Clarissa!" Valentine boomed, breaking me out of my reverie, "Get your ass down here now!" I quickly ran down the steps to the kitchen were my father was fuming in the entry way. "What the hell is wrong with this picture?" he said gesturing broadly to the kitchen. I glanced around quickly until my eyes reached the sink, were a dirty plate was sitting.
"Um, the dishes aren't done." I mumbled looking down.
"And?" Valentine questioned in a dangerously calm tone.
"You told me to wash them last night, but I did. There weren't a-" I was cut off by Valentine's hand connecting hard to my face. The unexpected forced knocked me to the floor, and I didn't dare move.
"When I tell you to do something, I want is done immediately! Do you understand me?!" He screamed at me.
"Yes, sir?" I said quietly.
"This whole, god-damn house better be clean by the time I get home tonight!" He stomped off, but not until kicking- and most likely bruising me hard in the stomach. Just another day in hell.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first fan fic so please give constructive criticism. Hope you're liking it. ~C
