Pairings: Clace, Malec, Sizzy mainly.

Rating: T, for language and violence. If it gets worse maybe M...

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, much to my dismay.

AN: This was inspired by the horror movie V/H/S. Most might think of Paranormal Activity though, when reading this. Chapters might vary in length, will usually be long, but the prologue is short. Uh, that's it. Reviews are appreciated!


Prologue

"Can I have this, mommy?" Clary holds out an old camera, displaying it delicately in her tiny hands. Jocelyn sighs, immediately taking it away and walking out the bedroom door, and upstairs. Clary follows with a pout, wondering why she could not have it, wondering why she felt a bit of dread at her mother's sudden cold and depressed demeanour. Jocelyn stores it away in a box in the attic, sitting it high on a shelf. Clary watches, confused as her mother takes her hand, walking back down the stairs.

"No. You can't play with that," Jocelyn warns as she leaves Clary in her room to play. Clary plays, pretending to be immersed in a game of tea with her teddy bears, filling up the cups with red paint, ignoring the shouting that comes. Her father, yelling. Her mother, desperate and pleading. Talking about moving, leaving. Talking about the past, which Clary never hears about. Talking about the camera, talking about getting rid of it and going. Clary quietly whimpers, feeding a stuffed bunny tea, feeling guilty for finding the camera. It wasn't her fault, she found it in her father's study, he never let her in there, but on occasion he did. On his occasion though, he had his back turned as she seen the camera laying on a shelf, behind a box. She snuck it out, took it to her room, and decided to ask to keep it. It wasn't her fault.

It wasn't her fault.