Okay Okay I know you guys will hate me but I just had inspiration for another fanfic and I low key really want to write it. I really hope you like this and leave a review if you have any questions I'll be sure to answer. Let me know if you want me to continue this. Cassandra Clare owns all the characters. Disclaimer: this fanfic will contain mentions of abuse, rape, self harm, and suicide. If you're sensitive to these subjects I wouldn't recommend to read this fanfic.

Jace POV:

My adoptive mom, Maryse has called an emergency family meeting. The Lightwoods adopted me when I was 13 after fostering me for a while. I'm not the best son and I can admit that. I'm pretty fucked up and with what I've been through, I think my actions are justified.

I don't have friends, well not including my adopted siblings. Even they don't know everything that's wrong with me. I don't talk to hardly anyone and I would classify myself as the 'rebellious child'. I drink all the time, I smoke, I sleep with a different girl every weekend, and I have a bunch of tattoos.

I don't know why they kept me around and why they still do. Nonetheless, and I love them and I am so thankful they didn't let me go back into the foster system. It was hell on earth and I haven't even scraped the surface of it..

As the three other Lightwood children enter the living room I realize I'm not the only one who has no idea what the hell is going on.

Alec, the oldest, sits next to me but keeps his distance. That's one thing all the Lightwoods have come to know. I like my space. No one has ever been in my room and they respect my privacy which I am thankful for.

Izzy, the second oldest Lightwood, sat down on the couch across from the one Alec and I, while Max, the youngest Lightwood, trails behind her and sits on her lap which Izzy happily complies to.

Robert, my adoptive father, is sitting in one of the chairs and staring nervously at his wife Maryse, who's anxiously pacing in the middle of the room. Once she sees we're all here she starts to speak shakily.

"Alright, um, the reason I called for a family meeting is because Robert and I have something to tell you all,"

"Are you pregnant again?" Izzy asks, and Maryse just gaps openly at her daughter.

"Heavens no. But," I she looks at all of us once again. "See we're going to be fostering someone."

Everyone one stares wide eyed at both Robert and Maryse. Fostering someone. The last person they fostered was me and even how fucked up I am, am nowhere near as fucked up as some of the others in foster care, and that was back when I was 10, 6 years ago. Who knows how bad it is now.

"This girl has been through severely tramazing things, and has had some really terrible foster homes and home life before that. Robert and I know her social worker personally and she really needed a loving family to take her in, so Robert and I talked it over and we offered."

"How old is she," Izzy asks, this time Maryse just smiles.

"She's 16. We actually got to look at her file, and while there are some things that she herself should tell you, I'll tell you the basics. Her name is Clarissa, but prefers Clary, and is a junior. So when summer break is over she'll be in the same grade as you Izzy and Jace."

"So I get another sister," Max asks quizzically. Him being 7 years old is so innocent and is one thing I vowed to myself I would never corrupt.

Maryse beams. "Yes you'll get another sister, she'll be coming here tomorrow."

Max cheers enthusiastically and smiles widely. The only thing I can think is, how traumatized is she really.

Time Jump- The Next Day:

Clary POV:

I curl myself into a ball in the corner backseat of my social worker, Madame Dorothea's, car, as usual. She said that this family is nice, that they had fostered a boy before me and they've already adopted him.

She had said that I should be hopeful.

She's said that about the last foster home I went to, where it was less than pleasant. That's not very unusual though I've been through hell in foster care. All it did was take my fucked up self and make it worse.

As we pull up in the long driveway I see a mansion that my social worker called a house. I was just like theirs.I feel the bubble of panic startin to arise so I close my eyes and take deep breaths that don't really work.

We park and Madame Dorothea motions for me to do the same. I get out and with shaky knees look up at the 'house' with a terrifying thought.

More pain. More hurt. No sleep. More pain. More hurt. No sleep. Those exact words echo through my head again and again until my social worker brings me back to reality.

"Clary," she says impatiently. "Stop keeping them waiting."

I flinch at the sudden noise, then hesitantly grab my satchel with the little clothes I have and medication in it and slowly walk to the mansion, glancing around me as I do.

The ringing of the doorbell makes the bubbling panic grow and I flinch at the noise once again.

The door swings open and there stands by a woman with raven black hair with faint strips of grey in it. Her eyes are blue and when she sees me she smiles widely.

"You must be Clary,'' she says happily.

She reaches out, arms wide, trying to hug me. I flinch at the sudden movement and try to step away. She notices and her smile falters and she steps away with pity in her eyes. As fucked up as I am, one thing I hate is pity.

"I apologize for Clary, she doesn't exactly like physical contact," My social worker says wearily.

"I understand, Jace still doesn't like that as well," She says, then turns to me apologetically

"I'm sorry honey, I'm Maryse." She smiles once again and I just nod in return.

"Again I apologize for her, she isn't much of a talker," Madame Dorothea states annoyed.

Her and Maryse keep talking in hushed voices, until finally they stop.

"Alright Clary, be good." And with that my social worker leaves.

Maryse beams at me. "Come on in Clary, the whole family's here so they can meet you,"

The panic begins to grow once again. Maryse opens the door for me and the only thing I can think of is what horrors await me this time.

I wince slightly as I hear the chatter of my new 'family'. I try to take deep breaths but it's like the air can't reach my lungs no matter how hard I try.

"This way honey," Maryse says, as she motions for me to follow her.

I'm led in this giant living room with a bunch of furniture and people all around.

"Everyone, this is Clary," Maryse says happily.

A hush falls over everyone as they all stare at me. It's hard to breath. All eyes are on me.

I study everyone. There are three men. Two with raven black hair like Maryse, one of them with grey in his hair as well. The older one has dark brown eyes, almost black but the other one has an ice blue color like Maryse.

There's a girl here with raven black hair as well, brown eyes, and is tall and curvy similar to Maryse as well.

Then there was a little boy, less than eight. He had the raven black hair and icy blue eyes looking like a younger version of what must be his older brother. The only difference was he had circular glasses. He looks at me grinning excitedly at my arivil.

Then there's the third man. He has blonde hair with black tattoos covering the showing skin. He has golden eyes that seem to be studying my every move.

Everyone seems to be studying my every move. I suddenly couldn't breathe once again. Counting from 10 backwarders I glance at each of my 'family' members.

"I'm Max," The little boy cheers out. I wince inwardly at how loud he is, but nod acknowledging him. That seems to please him because he just smiles at me

The older man stands and makes his way over to me. I look at him in fear and step away.

Not again. Not again. Not here. Please don't let this happen again.

He seems to notice and he freezes.

The bubbly panic once again sets in and I keep looking up at the gigantic man.

Jace POV:

The girl stares at Robert with a mask of horror over her face that she doesn't even try to hide as she steps away from him with fear almost shaking.

She's tiny. Very tiny. Like she hasn't eaten in weeks tiny. Add that to the fact that she's less than 5'3, she's the same height as Max.

When she first came in, the thing I noticed first was her eyes. Emerald green that look empty and full of fear and she seems to scan each of us. Then there was her hair, the same shade of fire. She looks like a pixie, a very terrified pixie.

What the fuck happened to her, beacuse I know damn well something did. Something has had to happen for her to look at Robert with that much fear.

Maryse clears her throat. "How about I show I show your room Clary,"

Clary just nods, eyes still glued on Robert terrified. Similar to a wounded animal.

As Maryse leaves with Clary following behind her I notice that when she walks, she always glances all around her. Almost like she's expecting someone or something to pop up.

Once they both leave, everyone, well everyone except Max and I, lets out a breath.

"Well, that could've gone better," Izzy chimes in.

"I don't blame her, it's probably overwhelming." Alec says calmly.

"I like her. She seems nice." Maxs says, looking up from one of his manga that he has scattered all over the place.

"So when do you think she'll want to go shopping?" Izzy asks.

"Never," I say.

Everyone looks at me in shock. I haven't voiced my opinion on Maryse and Robert fostering this girl so I think everyone was surprised. I don't really voice my opinion often. Everyone stared at me. Well, except Max, but he didn't really understand what was happening, but I think that he knows that it's about to be a grown up talk because he grabs his comic and heads in the direction of his room.

"Why not?" Izzy asks incredulously, like everyone wants to go shopping with her. "All she brought was that one bag that won't hold nearly enough clothes she needs."

"Then buy her clothes yourself, that was just the beginning of how it'll be,"

They all look at me to elaborate. I sigh. "Well, if you all couldn't all tell, she was scared shitless just because of Robert standing up. It's going to take a hell of a long time before she feels comfortable around the house. And I mean a long time. And you want to get her outside with a bunch of strangers, crowding her. That's not going to fucking happen for years."

"How can we help her be, you know, more comfortable?" Alec asks, they all look at me for an answer.

"That's something Clary herself has to answer. She needs to set her own ground rules."

They all nod agreeing with me, but the only thing I can think of is what did that girl go through to make her this way? And, why do I even care?

So there it is! Please leave a review and let me know if you want me to continue. Xoxo