Authors note: Hey! I don't know if anyone will even like this type of thing but I'm going to post it anyways. It's my version of Alice in WonderLand (COFA) style :D If you would like for me to continue it- let me know!~
Warnings: Slight suggestion for adult themes, violence, abusive behavior, light swearing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instrument series. *sad face*, nor do I own Alice in Wonderland.
Life as of Now
"Stupid bitch."
She saw the hand fly towards her before she felt the pain. The sharp stinging sensation sent a vibrating after shock through her entire body. It was all she could do to hold her hand to her face and look at the boy before her dumbly.
"Now get up."
His voice was cold and unfriendly. He sneered at her from above- sickened from her shaking form.
"You really are useless."
He almost spat the last word in her face when the door creaked slightly open. A young man almost two years older than her entered the room. He didn't make eye contact with the older man that struck his sister but leaned down beside her.
"Take her to her room Sebastian. She is of no use to me."
The red headed girl before the dark haired boy looked bleak- paper white in shock. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her upwards from the ground. Although she preferred not to be touched by such a person as Sebastian she didn't fight.
"Yes father."
Sebastian regarded the green eyed girl before him with interest. He shook her roughly- more for his fathers desire than himself- and lead her out into the next room; her beautiful Victorian, green dress trailing behind her on the wooden floor. She was then led down a hallway and forced roughly into a room.
"Clary…"
The dark haired boy drew in a breath, his dark overcoat expanding with his chest.
"You can't keep putting off suitors like that- especially such…infamous ones."
As soon as she was released from her brother's hold she swiftly ran to the bed. Tears already were staining the powder that was layered upon her face.
"…leave me alone."
Her voice was a soft whisper, like a feather falling to the earth.
"What?"
Sebastian's voice was tinged with anger. He hated being told to go away. She frantically looked to the window, to the birds flying above all of her turmoil. How she wished she could fly away and leave her troubles, just as birds did.
"What did you say to me Fray?"
The door slowly shut behind him and Sebastian seemed to glide across the floor to Clary. She slammed her eyes closed- trying to block out the future images to come.
"…leave…me…"
Her voice was so small, like a child calling out to sea, her voice being ripped away by the tide.
"Hm..? I can't quite hear you- what did you say?"
She bit her lip and the pain helped her hold back all of her pain and misery that was sure to flood over her.
"No matter…it's not like you have any say in what happens…in life…in here."
She shivered and a sickly feel of sweat started to cover her skin. Sebastian leaned forward, pulling her hand into his. She tried to pull away, however delicately, and he held it there. Opening her eyes she focused on the boy's own eyes in front of her.
"Please…please…"
Tears ran down her face now. She knew what was going to happen-and so did he. The predatory look in his eyes told her so.
"Shh…it's alright dear sweet sister…"
The help was not present, and father- disappointed in her yet once again- had more than likely retired to his chambers. Surely he would be drunk in a few hours and he would surely not answer to her screams now.
"..leave…me…"
Sebastian drew the curtains next to her bed and she whimpered. She closed her eyes again and she thought of soft meadows and bright flowers from her home town. She thought of better times in a far better place.
"Now I lay me, down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord, my soul to take."
Her mothers beautiful features swam before her eyes…she was so young and beautiful. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in ringlets from her hair having been tied up earlier. She even felt a bit pleased that her mother only showed her long, gloss hair to Clary. It made her feel slightly special, even though her mother told her on a daily basis how special she was to her.
"Mom?"
Jocelyn was rising from the floor, her knees having been planted there to be able to pray with Clary on her lower-to-the-floor bed.
"Yes love?"
"Can you tell me a story?"
Her voice was small, she was still so young then. Young and innocent.
"…What would you like me to tell you?"
Her mother's soft green eyes looked about her bed as she sat on top of it. Her hand fidgeted around the covers smoothing them over while sitting next to Clary.
"…Tell me about wonderland again."
Her mother's eyes sparkled setting her dull green eyes into a different world. They were instantly filled with a sense of wonder and Clary could almost imagine mystical scenes fly through her mother's memory.
"That old story?"
Jocelyn shot her a look of mild curiosity.
"Yes! Please oh please-!"
Jocelyn laughed and Clary compared it to the wonderful sounds of church bells.
"Alright- shh…settle down now."
The red headed mother laid her child back down into a sleeping position.
"Close your eyes and let me think…- ah yes! Wonderland…"