So this chapter is really short, but I didn't really know what to write but I just decided to do this chapter about Aline's backstory. It's mainly a filter until I know what to write next. Oh and I didn't even read this over because I think my lifestyle of getting less than 7 hours of sleep a night is catching up on me. *Yawns*

also, I don't really know what to do next for this story, so if anyone wants to review or pm me with ideas, that would be a huge help and I could update sooner. I credit and it would mean so much to me.

Aline POV

Angels. Ugh it felt like there were a million tiny needles pricking me all over my body as I woke up. The only thing that would make this worse is if it was my first time this happened. The day I learned my father was a monster was the day I stopped loving anyone. I can't even remember what happened then, just a blur of pain and blackness.

Groaning, I managed to stumble onto my feet. There go my dreams of being a dancer. Or even remotely balanced. Time for the worst part, evaluation.

There were 4 dark red lines streaked across my right cheek, standing out like a red flag screaming abuse! Abuse! On my left side, by my ribs, there was a dark purple splotch that was covering the majority of my ribs.I need to buy some more painkillers. Not to mention the bright red-pink color staining my left arm from my elbow to right before my wrist. I really wish he hadn't dumped the pot of water on my arms last night…

He was the reason that I had to become so good at makeup. Once I finally got old enough to use makeup, it became my best friend. If I just started randomly wearing foundation and concealer and all that other stuff without any obvious makeup, there could be some suspicions.

When I was 11

"Aline are you wearing makeup? " Of course Rachel of all people would notice this. I mean she's the fashionista of 6th grade. I was just at the mall for crying out loud!

"Yeah I'm just trying something out."

"Look Aline I would commend you on trying to cover up that ugly face of yours, but you should seriously take a class or two.'"

"Rachel I said that I am just trying it out, and it's probably not going to become an everyday thing."

"Aline, when I said a class, I meant hire someone, or wear a mask."

"Rachel why do you have to be so cruel about this?" Rachel's face twisted into a smug grin, one I would be wearing in the future..

"Aline why are you being so mean about this! I was just offering my opinion on your makeup," And now she was shouting, making a fool out of me,

Needless to say, Rachel was one of the reasons that I had to ensure that I was queen bee of the school.

End Flashback

Not to mention I had to push everyone away from me, making sure that I was this arrogant, stuck up, queen bee who had a face always caked in makeup. I missed actually having friends, I can't remember the last time I ever confided in someone. Since Patrick started abusing me, I've been anything but the self-confident girl everyone thinks I am.

So many people hate me, want me to just leave the face of the Earth. And I tried that. Waking up in the hospital after an overdose was not every pleasant.

2 years ago

There was a steady beeping noise, filling me in on where I was. A hospital. Patrick's going to be so pleased about this.

"Are you up yet you brat? Why did you have to go and take too many pills? They had to examine you and found a ton of bruises on you, It's soo unfortunate that you were clumsy enough to fall down the stairs, and forgot to tell me."
"You know that's not what happened."
"Yes it is. That is exactly what happened and nothing else."
I was very happy when the nurses came in and I could lose myself in a world of darkness.

Current time

Why couldn't I just be a normal teenage girl that worried about makeup and outfits to wear to school, and I stress about makeup and outfits that cover all my bruises. (A/N: Yeah so that sounds like a stereotypical girl but oh well)

I hated myself for that girl that I had become. I felt regret every time I hurt someone like Clary, but I had no other choice. I had to make myself this girl who hurt everyone in her way, and who was despised. If someone got close to me, they would expect me to tell them things and get close to them, they could figure out my secret. I can't let anyone know about what he does.

Instead I'm just a broken girl, hiding behind a mask.

Any ideas for what I should do next?