Hi, I'm BookSlap and I'm the author of this fanfiction. I'm just letting you know that this is my first story and that I am not an experienced writer so if you have any issues just review or contact me and I will try to fix them. Thanks and enjoy

*I don't own any of the mortal instruments characters*

A golden blur flew past Clary, leaving nothing but the autumn leaves in its wake.

"Jace," Clary panted "Wait for me," she tried to catch her breath while running after her best friend but stopped half way as the breathlessness continued to wreak havoc upon Clary's small lungs. As Clary looked up from her defeat she saw Jace.

"I won, I beat you, Clary!"

"Jace, can you let me win once, please?"

"Uhhh yeah, next time, okay?" Clary gleefully smiled and finally caught up to Jace, albeit he was stationary. To together they walked to their mothers, Clary discussing her birthday, that was tomorrow, and Jace just listening intently. Clary looked up and saw her mother laughing with Jace's. She ran up to the two and jumped into her mother's lap

"Mummy, Mummy can you tell me what I'm getting for my birthday? Daddy said to ask you and when I asked Jon he said a naughty word"

"Tomorrow, Clary, tomorrow"

"Okay"

After a tearful goodbye to Jace, Clary and her mother headed home and Clary saw that her father was waiting at the front door for them. Clary ran out of her mother quivering arms and jumped into her father's open ones. He started to swing her around, the wind catching in Clary wild hair making an orange and red hue from above her head.

"No, Daddy stop," She giggled and squealed, trying to wriggle out of his hold. He continued until her mother came into view.

"Jocelyn"

"Valentine"

"Clarissa, why don't you head inside and play with Jonathan? While I talk to your mother"

"My name is Clary, Daddy," She giggled and rolled her eyes, whilst heading inside. Clary ran upstairs to see Jonathan, but smashed into his door, she then noticed the door was closed. She knocked three times, trying to get his attention.

"Jonny, Jonny, tomorrow's my birthday, I'm so excited. Mummy said I'm going to be a big girl. Jonny?" She was getting impatient and turned the cool doorknob, the door creaking open and there in the shadows was Jonny, but this Jonny was scary. His mouth was twisted into an unnatural smile and the shadows showed a monster, not Jonny.

"Your right, Seb. We should but tomorrow she is one-day closer, one day closer to out union. I'm sure father wouldn't mind if I made her remember who she belongs to, right?" He lunged towards her, but Clary ran. She ran down the stairs calling for her Mummy. She slammed the front door open, expecting to see her standing there waiting for Clary but all she saw was her mother being pushed into a car by her father. Clary ran towards her mother, wanting to be comforted but was slammed back by her father's arm.

"Daddy, where's mummy going? I want mummy," She screamed and wailed, not knowing what was happening.

"Your mother has gone on trip, Seraphina, she won't be back for a while"

"I'm not Seraphina, Daddy, I'm Clary?"

"Not anymore," he said as a large object collided with her head, and then the shadows surrounded Clary.

Chapter 1

By the angle, what did I dream about last night? Seraphina thought as she looked at her clock, 7:01it said. Seraphina had never seen that women before or anyone that looked like her, with long curly red hair and those deep emerald eyes she was the outcast. Seraphina didn't know what or where her mother was only that she was long gone. She stood up, walked to her mirror and saw the horror of her life. Her bare shoulders were littered with bruises and scars, along with her entire body, her eyes were dull and her skin was stretched against her bones. She knew she could do nothing, not with punishment.

"Seraphina Adel Morgenstern, come down here right now!"

"Yes, father," Seraphina yelled as she hides her imperfections, walked down the stairs and met her doom.

"Seraphina, what did I say about my breakfast?" Valentin bellowed into Seraphina's face

"For it to be done by 7:00," she stammered as she looked towards her feet. She knew what was coming but would prefer not to see it. Her face pinched, waiting for the blow to come and then it did. Her head moved with the slap, and so after the stinging pain came. A tear begged to fall but she knew that would just cause more pain. Valentine grabbed her face and lifted it towards his own, staring her down.

"If you ever try another stunt like that again, I will lock you up and leave you until you beg for me to save you," he said slowly, punctuating every syllable and then roughly pushed her into the kitchen ledge. The pain Seraphina felt was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sure when he threw her by her hair it had hurt but this pain was like no other.

She moved her weak hand into the back of her and felt a damp, sticky patch begin to drip. Once her cold shaking hand came back into her view, she knew that the blood on her hands wasn't a good sign.

She sighed, stood up and walked towards her ride to school.

She quickly ran past her father in the doorway and opened the back door of the car. She tried to relax but she knew the truth, this is my last year with them and he will do anything to get me. She silently prayed to any god or angle, hoping to be saved, to go back to her … mum. The tears came falling down one after another, just an endless stream trembling down. The sound of the front door closing woke her from thoughts, glanced to her left and saw her father and him, her pitiful excuse for a brother. He had for a decade sexual harassed her and nearly assaulted her more than she would like to admit.

She must have looked for too long as his once relaxed faced turned into one with a sickening grin. His nearly black eyes were wide, almost if was trying to absorb Seraphina and keep her for himself. His wondering eyes stopped as her father demanded Jonathan to get into the car. He walked slowly to the other side of the car and open the back door, by the angle, I forgot to lock the doors, she thought to herself as he entered the car.

"Hello, Seraphina. How did you sleep? Because I had a great dream about you, me, no clothes and you had a beautiful ring on your fourth finger," he said as his long cold finger stroked her inner thigh. He has this sick fascination about him and me, which is that we are meant to be together. Seraphina quickly moved his hand away from her, using her bag as protection. She silently ignored him and got out some headphones from her bag, but didn't turn on any music, not trusting Jonathan and her father. And turned her head towards the window.

"Jonathan, I trust that you didn't take your medication this morning?" Asked her father while he glanced at Seraphina through the mirror.

"Yes, father," replied Jonathan. Odd, thought Seraphina, he never has had a medical condition.

"Good,"

The drive to school was silent, and after a while, Seraphina decided to give up the act and actually listen to music. She was in another world, the world where her mother wasn't held captive or Jonathan thought they were meant to be. She knew the dangers of thinking of this place; she knew that the false hope would get her nowhere but the hospital. Only two more years until freedom I'd mine.

Seraphina plans to leave with her mother once she turned eighteen, how she will the information out of Valentine she doesn't know but she will anything to get her back. She hadn't seen her mother since she was five, and now on the cusp of sixteen, she missed her even more. It was bad enough that she lived with those monsters, but without a person who understood her, without a mother she was madder than the mad hatter.

"Get out," Valentine stop her train of thought. Seraphina quickly opened the door and slammed it shut, all while avoiding his piercing glare.

"You're walking home, Seraphina," she immediately looked back at Valentine, wondering why only she had to walk home but knew not to question him or his decisions.

"Yes, father," with a curt nod he drove off, the smell of burning rubber drifted through the air. Seraphina walked through the school, with her back full of books and her head caused down. Her black converse was soundless as she walked ignoring any looks or comments, she walked until she saw the library door ahead, she hurried towards the door and once she was inside, Seraphina signed in relief and slowly fell against the door.

She opened her eyes and saw that the entire inhabitants of the library were staring at her, with her cheeks as red as her hair, she ducks her head in embarrassment and stands up. She walked towards the back of the room, where nobody sat because of the old chairs, and relaxed. For the first time this morning she truly relaxed, she could just be. Slowly grabbing her book out of the bag, she began to draw. She drew how she felt in her moments of terror, she drew her dreams and golden angle from there. Seraphina could sit there all day in the cold library, without a care, but when the bell rang she felt as though the hour she had of freedom wasn't enough, but putting her dreams and feelings aside, she packed up and headed towards the auditorium for their parade.

Every year, no matter what day they had an hour parade, just to go over rules, expectations and where everything is. But Seraphina knew the speech heart by heart, as she had heard it every other year since she was a freshman, and now being a junior, she just sat back in her chair and tried not to touch anyone besides her.

"Hey, I'm Simon, I've never seen you before, so you must be new," The guy to her right, apparently Simon, had decided to talk to her. Though he was in her class, she took all the senior's classes.

"Are you going to talk to me?" Please get the hint

"Okay then, well, if you um need anything, anything at all just come to me, okay?" He didn't.

Seraphina continued to sit throughout the parade while ignoring Simon. But as it ended she decided to end any chance of any interactions with him. She stood up amidst the chattering students and turned to look at Simon. He towered over Seraphina by a good 8 inches, his dark brown hair falling into his glasses. As she looked down towards his shirt, she hid a smile, 'Schroeder's cat is not dead'

"Look, Simon, I'm not new and you don't need to me, just go find someone else to bother"

"Fine, but what's your name?" Seraphina quickly walked off towards her first class, ignoring him, just as she promised.