I DONT OWN ANYTHINGGGGGGGGG, CC DOES
Chapter 7
Clary
I'm still several blocks away from my house as I pull out my red lighter and cigarettes.
I started smoking when I was twelve.
FLASHYYYY
I was walking out the local supermarket get buy a new concealer, when I saw some boy about 16 years old.
He has Asian features with striking gold and green eyes. His hair was well styled with pink and blue highlights. Glitter covered all his clothing, hair and face. He looked at me with a cigarette in his mouth and waved me over.
I always try to obey orders so I potter over with my hood up and face down.
When I'm in front of the teenager, he lifts his hand and touches my chin lifting my eyes to his.
Shaking his head I realise I wasn't wearing any make up as I ran out.
I look down shamefully but he stops me when he pulls out another cigarette. He holds it out to me waiting for me to accept it.
I bite my lower lip, thinking about the consciences if I got caught.
"Control one way to destroy your body." I look up with tear filled eyes but I quickly blink them away. Now I'm closer to the guy, I see the faint bruises covering his tanned skin as well.
I take the bud and join the young man who gave me a ticket to get out of this world on my own.
"Mangus." Is all he says for the whole 15 minutes we sit there.
When I turn to leave to go 'home', I smile shyly and say my name before walking away.
END OF FLASHYYYY
I haven't seen Mangus in 2 months now. His father was also really abusive towards him as well and just because of his sexuality I guess we will meet up when the time is right.
I violently cough again. I wipe the blood off my hand. Bloody smokers cough. I think to myself.
I can't be bothered quitting. Even if I do, I probably won't live till I'm 20.
Now walking up my front steps I'm really considering if I should just end it now. No one but Mangus and Sebastian the bloody pedo will notice. I have my blades in the folds under my bed, I could just do one different cut and BAM I'm done!
I shove my broken front door open as no one will be home to hear it. I speed walk into the kitchen and make a toastie.
Once the master piece is complete, I head up the stairs onto my room.
It's Monday. Wow I love Mondays. Like the realisation just came over me. It's the one time I'm allowed to get out of the house without having to get food.
I finish off my sandwich and get out my favourite black razor. My right hand is hovering over my left when a slam breaks me out of my thoughts. Damn, there goes my one time to do my own things.
"CLARRRRRYYYYY." The slur of my father is coming up the stairs. I quickly hide everything under my bed and sit there waiting for what's to come.
Okay guys I haven't done anything in a while. Lol sozz. I was busy with stuff like school projects and my sports and MY TEAM THAT I COACH WON.
So I hope you like the chapter. Next one is gonna be better lol jokes probs not but you can hope. Well gtg and im probs gonna go do ahhhhh stuff yah.
I might make a story aswell where clary doesn't give two shits. Cause that's awesome loves it.
Btw toastie is what we call a toasted sandwich or umm idk what you call it in America ahhhis it toasted cheese, I have no idea wait no grilled cheese. Imma legend. Aussies way is easier tho.
Well byeeeeeeeeeeee
Emma
