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So there was a question about a story I had written, Dying Everyday. It is deleted, and I deleted it because when I read it, it sounded really, really stupid. I feel like this has more...future..rather than the other story.

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Clary shoved everything into her messenger bag, and mentally prepared herself for the beating she would most likely be receiving.

"CLARISSA!" yelled Valentine, his speech slurred. "Heat my dinner up bitch!"

Clary limped down the stairs as fast as possible. She made sure to avoid his eyes, because that was one of the many rules he had for her.

She was never to talk back to him, look at him, cry, smile, laugh, or show an emotions at all. She was to obey his every command, do his bidding, and most importantly: never tell anybody about his abusive ways.

Clary wanted him to be behind bars, forever. But she needed more proof that he hurt her, other than the physical evidence on her body. She needed video evidence of him hurting her, and then and only then would she be free.

But that was unlikely.

She heated up his dinner, which was one of those cheap, pre-made meals at the grocery store. She saw that Valentine had seated himself at the table, and Clary brought him his meal.

"Clarissa," he snarled. "bring me a beer NOW."

Clary rushed to the crappy refrigerator, and grabbed a beer can. She gave it to Valentine who drained it within seconds. He was drunk, really drunk, even before drinking the beer. His eyes were glazed over, but there was one very clear emotion within his charcoal eyes.

Hate.

Once Valentine finished his dinner, Clary threw it away, and just as she turned around, he was behind her. The kitchen lights made him appear even more villainous than he already was. His black eyes, looking at her with malice. His almost white hair, turning even whiter. He grabbed her hair, causing Clary to whimper.

"What did I tell you!" yelled Valentine maniacally. "No speaking during your punishment YOU SLUT!

He fisted his hands even deeper into her hair, and lifted her up. Clary's eyes were watering. Pain. So much pain. Through her tear stained eyes, she saw the living room come into view, and she was thrown on the wall. Her right arm took the brunt of the hit and pain coursed through her body.

Valentine laughed. "You are a mistake. You shouldn't be alive. I have half the mind to kill you for all the pain you caused me. But I need you to fulfill my desires."

He took his leg, and kicked her in the ribs with so much force it knocked the wind out of Clary. He did it again. And again.

Crack. She felt heard her rib crack.

She began to see spots, and she knew she was losing consciousness.

"You deserve this. Nobody wants you. You're a whore Clarissa. You belong in the very depths of hell."

She knew it was true.

Clary felt him grab her shirt rougly, and threw her on the table. He proceeded to punch her stomach. Her jaw. Her arms. Everything. Then she felt her pajama pants come down, then her panties.

"This'll teach you a lesson, for making life for those around you harder. To love it to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed. Don't forget that you worthless excuse of a human."

Clary heard Valentine take his belt off, and then take his boxers off. Without hesitation, he drove into her so hard, she screamed in pain, earning her a hard slap.

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MAKING NOISE!" he shrieked.

So much pain. Too much pain.

She gave in to it, and she blacked out.

Darkness was all around Clary. She had to get up, but she couldn't move.

She saw Jace. Isabelle. Sebastian. Aline. Seelie. Alec. Simon. THey stood around her in a circle, pushing her around.

"Nobody cares about you Clary!" yelled Jace.

"You are not wanted! Why can't you understand that!" screeched Aline.

Simon laughed at her maliciously. "Honestly, I would have sold your secret for free. You aren't worth a single penny Clarissa."

They were closing in on her, and she bumped into someone. She turned around, and Valentine was there, looking at her with nothing but a deep set hatred.

"You," he sneered, "are a pathetic excuse of life. Jocelyn wouldn't have left me if it wasn't for you!"

All of them advanced at her. Sebastian grabbed her arms, and she struggled.

Clary opened her eyes, and she was sweating. She blinked a couple times to see where she was. She tried to get up, and was met with waves of pain, making her whimper.

With an excruciating amount of effort, she pulled herself off the coffee table, and assessed her situation.

She was naked from waist down, and she limped over to the spit where Valentine threw her pants and undies. She slowly put them on, and then went back kto assessing her injuries.

Her right arm was numb, and whenever she moved it, the stab of pain brought tears to her eyes. She looked down at her ribs, and knew that at least one of them was fractured. Her left jaw was aching, and her "nether region" were aching.

It took her twenty minutes to get to her room, and she discovered it was 4 in the morning.

She locked the door, and sobbed. She couldn't move, she didn't want to move, but she forced herself to move.

Clary knew what she had to do. Call Raphael. She had done this a couple times before, calling him and showering at his small apartment. He fed her breakfast whenever she came, and he helped nurse her wounds.

This wasn't even the worst beating she had received. Valentine had once branded his initials into her skin. That was the night Simon betrayed her.

She ignored those thoughts, and tried to stop crying, but she couldn't. With shaky hands, she grabbed her phone and called Raphael.

"Who is this?" groaned Raphael.

"Raph," she sobbed, "Please. Pick me up. I-I.."

Clary let herself go, and she broke down.

"Shit! Clare!" yelled Raphael, his voice more awake. "Give me ten minutes, just stay safe till then."

Clary heard the call cut, and then she painfully walked to her closet, grabbing the things she would wear that day. Black skinny jeans and a worn out gray, Star Wars shirt. (I do not own Star Wars although I wish I did)

She went to the bathroom, and ate some pain meds, trying to reduce the pain. She grabbed all the thingd she would need for school, and then limped downstairs. Valentine was passed out on the floor, snoring. She quietly took his breakfast out of the fridge, and placed it in the microwave.

After she was sure she had everything, she limped outside, and found Raphael's car. She felt her knees go weak, and she heard him cursing, and heard the car door open and close.

He scooped her up, placed her in the backseat of his car, and took her bike and put it in the back. Luckily, it was small enough to fit there.

He tried not to cry, but when he saw her condition, he let a couple tears slip.

Without a word, he drove to his apartment.

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