A/N:This is my first try at writing a true fanfiction, so please be nice to me :)

For this fic to really be written, I got a lot of help from Cersanthamum, who without her, i probably wouldn't have written a half decent fic :)

*The mortal instrument does not belong to me, never will*

(Grammar and spell checked – 28/7/12)

(Double cheacked 17/11/12)

Twisted scars and broken promises

Chapter 1: My lie and your Beginning.

My feet fell into the water with a tiny splash, making a small 'plop' sound. My raven coloured hair fell into my cerulean eyes, and my pale skin glowed under the rays of sun; I sighed. My phone vibrated in my black jeans pocket; I fished it out with skill, hoping to not drop it into the pale still lake that was below me.

WHERE R U!

I laughed humorously; why do they care, they never have before. Wait...wasn't there a... I didn't bother answering; quickly putting my iPhone back into my pocket again. My careful watching eyes looked into the maya blue water, which didn't move, even when the old willow trees long sad branches swayed and swashed the water. The barely setting sun peaked through the branches of the old lake; I saw a shadow move across the water. My body tensed, and I pulled my legs out of the water crossing them. I heard a soft sigh, and I looked over towards the intruder, ready to yell at them; my entire being softened at who it was. Her inky hair hung down in dark ringlet that swayed in the soft - barely noticeable - breeze, the sun pressing kisses to her tanned skin.

"Why are you here again Alec?"

Her soft gentle voice whispered the wind picked up a bit and swayed the willow trees; I hardly heard her.

"You know why I'm here, Izzy',"

My voice came out as a strangled, choked sound; I hated it. My sister played with the hem of her brown cardigan. Her face contorted with worry, and she looked towards the entrance. When she looked back at me; she sat beside me on the grassy bank, resting her head on my broad shoulder, and sighed softly.

"Do you think this year will be better than the last one?"

I looked into her big hazel eyes. I didn't want to lie to my sister; the only person who knew who I really was, but I didn't want to hurt her by telling the truth. I gave her the best answer I could without hurting her:

"I dunno Iz', I don't know,"

I knew it wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, but it was the best I could supply her with. Her perfect face gained a crease on her forehead, she only did this when she was annoyed or upset, I left it be. It was my last year of high school, and I was going to try the best I could...for her; she needed a brother to look up to, so did Max, and Jace. I carried on with that train of thought, and panicked.

"Did you tell Jace?"

The panic in my voice was visible, and my body tensed and moved, so that her head fell off my shoulder; she grumbled something like 'ducking grass mole' and reassured me that everything was fine. I got up, and held my calloused hand out to her, and her sun kissed silky smooth hand took mine; we got up and we walked away from my sanctuary.

After driving my sister home and gracing the rest of my family with my presence for half an hour; walking back out the house was the fun part. My mother yelled after me, and he told me to leave. My lips pulled into a small satisfied smirk; I looked in the mirror of my car and giggled. I turned up my iPod, and sang off-key to Beyoncé, Love on Top. It was my guilty pleasure...as well as Adam Lambert. I kept giggling and snorting throughout the whole of the song, but as I got nearer and nearer to the 'Party location' I switched my music off, and put their techno crap on, and turned it down low.

Walking up to the 'Party location' - which was really and old abandoned barn, which a woman 'apparently' hung herself in. My stomach curled into knots, and I cringed; it was always like this: the same nervous feeling, the same headache, the same desire to run away. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat, and the temptation to run away. I painfully slipped into 'Alec Bad boy', the pulse of 'Innocent high' made the walls vibrate and shake, and I slipped inside without a single fear.

"Alec!"

A chorus of my name worked its way through my small gang of friends, the girl's coming up to me and giving me hugs, but the other guys never understood why. I happily told the girls I was gay...the guys...I was terrified to tell them, but I think they guessed. Sebastian and Jonathan both gave me a manly hug, and I laughed.

"I leave for a few weeks and already you guys miss me," I joked, Seb' and Jon' playfully punched me on the shoulder; knowing why I haven't been around town this summer, and we gave each other wolfish grins.

When I thought back to the conversation with me sister; I felt sick. I lied to her; I can't make her junior year any better, than I made her freshman, or sophomore.

(MaGnUs. PoV)

I woke up with a start in the middle of the night; the sweat dripping on my forehead, and running lazily down my back. The room was undesirably cold, and I violently shivered; I blinked back the tears, and I silently prayed my roommate didn't hear. I've only been here since the start of summer, and I was still having nightmares...and they were all the same. I rested my head on my knees and let the tears cascaded hotly against my cheeks. Sobs rattled my weak chest and I sat like that for what seemed like an eternity. It was just a little past three AM; I knew I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up out of the warm canary yellow bed sheets, grabbed my clothes for the day and got dressed. I put my make up on quite soft and barely noticeable, yet smothered myself in my precious glitter. I collected myself in the bathroom, and became ready to face what ever happened today.

I quickly and quietly made my way downstairs. After rummaging around a bit in the fridge; I finally found a yogurt, and it was my favourite: Mango and pineapple.

"Magnus dude, where are you?"

I gave a small smile; Ragnor was up. Finally.

"In the kitchen, with a bowl of fruit loops for you,"

Ragnor came rushing through the entry way, and towards the kitchen at full speed. I laughed a little, and he gave me a big childish grin. He sat at the table and shovelled food into his mouth quickly; you would think that boy hadn't eaten for a month. I laughed again, and was thankful it was Ragnor that was always up after me, not Jordon or Raphael. I couldn't stand Raphael's' homophobic slurs, and jibs about Simons geeky glasses, or Jordon's' quietness around me and Ragnor.

"You know Mags', I know something you don't!"

He walked right up in front of me, and stuck his tongue out; we both burst out laughing. I was really glad it was him and not anyone else. He sat back down, and started eating more slowly; I was taking small spoon-fulls of my yogurt. Ragnor looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders at him; we were like that, we didn't need to talk. "Did you have another...you know?" He made a face and a gesture with his bright green spoon. My face became downcast, and I frowned. Yes, I did, but I'm not going to elaborate about what was about; no one knew about my nightmares, besides Simon, and Ragnor. I gave the boy who sat across from me a small smile.

"Yeah I did. This time I didn't wake Simon up, so that's progress!"

We were about to leave for the school that we were already late for, and I forgot to grab my diary. I told Ragnor to go ahead of me, and I ran into mine and Simons' room, and in record time grabbed it. Once I had it safely inside my shoulder bag; I ran out the front door as fast as my legs could carry me. I ran up the steps up, going two at a time, towards my personal hell; as it looked more and more hopeless on getting to school on time. I started running faster; I was the new kid, I was late, I was very, very worn out. That didn't really matter; all that did though was getting up these stupidly long steps towards Bellcourt Academy; School for the rich and famous, snobby rich kids...or a small few who actually worked hard to get into the Academy. I was in such a rush that I actually tripped up a step; I picked myself up off the ground and started to see the school peek above the mountain of steps. The big complex intimidating, even the most brave. It tooled more like a church, than a school; time for my first day at Snob kid central.

A/N: I know this is short, and not very good. I'm only 13 gimme a little break. :) Next chapter will be up in a few days, and I will make it longer, and more Magnus based; unless you guys think otherwise?

Sneak peak:

I got a text book from the back of the class, as I made my way to the only available seat, only to get tripped up by the creepy guy with the Mohawk and the bridge piercing, I tumbled forward only to fall into a pair of strong leather clad arms...

Tell me what you think, and any suggestions would be love and really helpful :) xxxxx

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~ Sarah