A/N: This is my first Fan Fiction on . So I ask with all my heart that you forgive me if it turns out terrible? It will be bad at first but I assure you it will get better as time goes on. Alright on with the story!
As I look at the pale thin girl in the mirror I once again come to terms that my life, as Clary Fray, took a turn for the wrong about 11 years ago when I was six and my mother left me. Ever since, my father, Valentine Morgentstern, has blamed me for my mothers leaving and started abusing me, emotionally and physically. The part about it being emotionally and physically is important. The physical pain is not that hard to hide, a little concealer and damn good acting usually did the job. As for the emotional pain, all you can do is put a mask made of confidence on and hope no one saw through it. I turn away from the girl in the mirror and go to my room. Because of the bruises and cuts my wardrobe options are limited to long sleeves and leggings or jeans. I look at the clock and seeing that the time is 4:55 am, i throw on a pair of black jeans and a long sleeved dark blue striped turtle-neck over a black tank top. Grab my bag and am out the door at precisely 5:00 am. School starts at 8:15 and the walk to school is 3 hours.
Three hours later I am sitting in the music room at the piano bench. I get tormented at school by the jocks, but I built the perfect facade and can make myself seem emotionless. The group of jocks/populars that i am talking about includes Sebastian Verlac, Magnus Bane, Simon Lewis, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, and Jace Herondale. Before I can finish my rant about how much of an ass Jace really is the bell that signals first period rings. I set off to English Lit. with Mr. Graymark. Almost like that its time for lunch. I head to the cafeteria and sit at the table alone. I almost was starting to believe that for the first time in what felt like forever, Jace would leave me alone. I thought wrong. Someone taps me on the shoulder and i turn around to see the ass-hat himself, Jace Herondale, I turn around praying to god that he wouldn't do anything to wash the concealer off. "Hey Red, I thought you might be thirsty." and with that he pours the can of ginger ale over my head, it goes down my shirt and seeps into a cut from last night. It stings like hell but the last thing i am going to do is give Jace what he wants most, a reaction. I can here the entire 12 grade laughing at me, i stand up and walk around Jace to go to the old bathrooms. I never thought that it would have to come this far in school. I pull out the razor blades and slowly run it across my wrist. I welcome the stinging kiss of the blade, lurring me into pure bliss. Not knowing how deep i was cutting I thought. No one cares. cut. No one cares. cut. No one cares. cut. The last thing i heard before the dark enveloped me was the echoing sound of my blood hitting the bathroom tiles. drip...
drip...
drip...
A/N: I know it was short but i do want to see what you think about the story. What do you think about Magnus and Simon tormenting Clary? What do you think will happen to Clary? Anyone that PM's me the right answer will get an extra chapter. R&R! Update soon, Lover.