(Clary)

I had been having the same night terror for five years straight. The dream was always so vivid, like it was all happening all over again every single night. That day had changed my life, well to be more exact totally destroyed it. I remember being truly happy. I haven't felt like that since the beginning of that game of hide and go seek. And I didn't suspect to ever be happy again. My dads angry yell brought me out of my painful thoughts and back into the real world. "CLARY GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY." He bellowed up the stairway into my room. I looked over to my alarm clock and froze. I had overslept which meant I didn't prepare breakfast for father or Jon. I shivered as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I can only imagine what a punishment I will receive for this. I push my sore body from the scratchy covers of my bed and hop onto the chilling floor. I shake nervously as I pad down the stairs into the kitchen where my dad and Jon sit, glaring at me. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" father screams at me angrily. "THATS RIGHT YOU'RE NOTHING, HOW COULD I FORGET?" My father yells as he storms up me and grabs me by my ponytail slamming my head into the wall. I whimper at the impact and try to curl up into a protective ball. This just angers my father more as he kicks at my ribs slams his hard shoe onto my wrist. It takes all the will power I have not to yelp in pain, but I know it will just bring more beatings. "You are worthless, pathetic, ugly, stupid, useless, and hopeless." father whispers tauntingly into my ear. Just as I bring my face up to look at his cold eyes his fist connects with my jaw, nose, then cheek. After he's done with his fun my father trudges into his room and slams the door, getting ready for his work. As I start to pull myself from the cold, unforgiving floor Jon approaches me smiling with a grim light in his eyes. Just the way he looks at me scares me more than anything else could. As I pull myself to my knees he pins me to the floor and whispers in my ear, "leaving so soon?" and with that grabs my head and smashes it to the floor. All I can think as I fade into the darkness is, "Why am I still alive?"

(Jace PoV)

I keep dreaming of her. She is so beautiful and mysterious with her wavy crimson locks and emerald green eyes that I could stare at for hours. Why am I dreaming of her? I have no idea. I keep trying to pull her from my head and forget, after all I am Jace Lightwood and I can get any girl anytime. But this girl always is on my mind asleep or awake. I feel as if I'm supposed to protect her, love her, give her a reason to trust me with all her heart. I dream all these things, but is she even real? I keep asking myself that and secretly hoping she is. "Jace get down here its the first day at our new school for the angel's sake!" Izzy, my stepsister whined obviously annoyed with me. But hey, a guys gotta look good for the ladies right?

(Clary)

I awake from the horrid beating 40 minutes later. I feel extremely light headed and slowly pull myself to my feet, making sure not to move so quickly that I pass out once again. Once on my feet I wobble up the steps to my sorry excuse of a bedroom. Once in the room I quickly shut the door and lock it even though father is already at work and Jon won't bother me this late in the morning. My dad's work consists of him going to the nearest bar, spending the little money we have on enough booze to get him wasted. The little spending money we had was provided by my part time job at The Java Chip coffee shop that I worked at mondays, tuesdays, wednsdays, and thursdays from 4 o' clock till 9. On some nights my dad will go searching some slut to hook up with. The nights he hooked up were the best because he and Jon often let me be. I turned on the scalding water of my shower and stripped down. I quickly examined my wounds. I had a couple bruised ribs, a fractured and very painful wrist, a bruise on my jaw and cheek bone and a very bloody nose. The injuries weren't too bad this morning, Ive had much worse. I slip my aching body into the warm comfort of my shower and rinse my hair and body. When I get out I slip on a dark green long sleeved v-neck, gray skinny jeans, a white hoodie, and my black converse. I quickly blew my hair dry and threw it into a pony tail. I put on one too many layers of make up to hide the cuts and bruises, and applied a layer of black mascara. I then examined myself and grimaced at what was in the mirror. I was hideous. My hair was too frizzy, my skin too pale, my face was filled with freckles, and I had the body of a twelve year old girl while I was fifteen. The one thing I used to actually like about myself was long gone, it left with her: my breathtaking green eyes had soon dulled and lost their light after she left us. I look exactly like mom, guess that's why they hate me so much. We both have the same fiery red hair, bright green eyes, and slender form, but she was beautiful. Something I'll never be. As i was slathering on some light pink chapstick my phone rang. My freckled face immediately smiled widely at the caller ID. Simon. I quickly answer and hear him cheer excitedly to look outside my window. I walked over very confused. Then I grin bigger than I have in years. Simon, my quirky best friend, is the only person who can make me smile anymore. The only person that cares for me. Simon has a car. Maybe I won't have to walk to school injured anymore. That thought alone makes the horrid day of school to come seem a lot better.

Well there's chapter two! Hope you enjoyed it! please tell me things I should improve on and update for reviews! -Kelse