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So, I'll make a deal with y'all. If you guys review a LOT, I will make SURE these chapters are pushed out faster.

But anyways...the plot thickens! This story is like the MAIN focus for me other than school and it's bullshit.

This won't be a normal fanfic k? Jace, Izzy and Alec are MOFO's, and it takes TIMMEEEEE to make them nicer. Sorry if you're disappointed but that's the way the cookie crumbles.

I FOUND A NEW SONG TO OBSESS OVER BTW. Jon Bellion's All Time Low IS SO FUCKING AMAZING. LISTEN TO IT U WILL NOT REGRET IT. ALSO I USE SOME LYRICS TO THE SONG IN THIS CHAPTER I DO NOT OWN THE SONG.

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Clary left school, but she was very, VERY late. It was already 4:10 because of her talk with Magnus, and she wanted to vent to someone.

She pulled her iPod put, and plugged her earbuds in, and pedaled back home, listening to All Time Low by Jon Bellion.

"I, I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it"

How true, thought Clary, Everything around her was crumbling. Her already shit life was breaking apart, and the only thing holding it together was the love and trust she had for Luke and Raphael.

"That I'm at an all time
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low"

Clary reached home, and froze when she saw Valentine's car in the driveway.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not right now. She couldn't do this.

But she had to be strong. She turned her music off, and stepped inside her house, dropping her bag off in the kitchen. Valentine was sitting at the table, facing her, smiling. He got up, and walked towards her.

"Clarissa, do you know where I was?" he asked through gritted teeth. Uh oh.

He laughed. "Well, darling, I heard a rumor from a good friend that Jocelyn and Jonathan have returned, AND someone across the street told me a boy who looked like Jonathan came into the house."

Without warning, he grabbed her neck in his hands, and held her up while she was flailing.

Valentine roared in anger. "YOU WILL NOT LEAVE! YOU ARE MY PROPERTY! I intend to establish this RIGHT FUCKING NOW."

Clary felt her body crash into something very, very hard. He kicked her around like a soccer ball, and through her blurred eyes, she found herself in the living room. He took her shirt off, rolled her over till her back faced him. Valentine pressed his foot into her back HARD, and she cried out in pain.

"Clarrisa," he said, his voice not showing any emotions. "What did I say about talking during your punishment?"

He stepped onto her back, and jumped. Hard. She heard her ribs crack, and she gave in to the tidal waves of pain.

She cried for her life. For what was left of her.

"Well, Clarissa, YOU ARE MINE. The only way to make you realize this is by writing it on you. Permanently. It's going to say, Property of Valentine M. What do you think? about it?"

He was crazy, completely out of his mind. She could't move, at all.

He lay the cool metal of what she assumed was a knife on her back, and then started carving onto her back. It was over. Clary knew she was going to die. She screamed, but nothing came out.

She felt like her entire back was on fire. Then it actually WAS on fire. He was carving into her back, the burning the words into her skin. Pain. Nothing but pain. Deathw as the easiest option, her only option.

Maybe life wasn't about second chances. People backstab other people, and she chose the wrong person to give her second chance too.

She slipped away into the darkness, and the last things she thought about was her love for Raphael and Luke, and how she wouldn't forgive herself for not being there for them.

Kaelie looked at the clock. 4:30. She frowned. Clary was never late for her shift. She saw the popular kids from her school walk in, and they sat down. It was obvious that they were looking around the diner for Clary.

Where was she?

It was 6, and Luke was terrified. Clary was never this late. If something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He knew Clary trusted someone at her other job, Raphael, and he called him. They had each others number just in case something happened to Clary.

"Luke? What are you calling for? Is everything alright?" asked Raphael, his voice panicked.

"Clary hasn't come to work. I'm worried. Something's wrong Raphael."

"Fuck!" yelled Raphael. "If Valentine did something, lo mataré y le haré rogar perdón..."

"Raphael! Slow down, I can't understand you. Look, meet me in front of my store, ok? Hurry!" Luke ended the call, and slunk to the floor, tears rolling down his face slowly.

The only person there for him could be dead or seriously injured.

Luke wiped his tears away, hoping and praying for Clary.

(Lo mataré y le haré rogar perdón: I will kill him and make him beg for forgiveness. I looked it up on google translate, which isn't exactly the most trustworthy website, but it's all I got. Sorry if I translated it wrong!)

Clary was in a world of darkness, and she panicked. It was dark, and nothing was visible. All of a sudden, there was bright light everywhere. She was in a small room, and she looked for a door, but there was none.

Clary!

Clary heard a loud, booming voice. She instantly knew who it was. Magnus. She couldn't see him, but she definitely heard him.

Clarissa Fray, don't you dare die! How many times will I have to tell you that everyone loves you. Please. STAY WITH US.

His voice became more desperate, before it faded away, and this time Luke was talking.

Please. he begged, and he sounded like he was crying. Clary, you're like my daughter, hell, you ARE. I-I need you so damn much. You pulled me out of my depression. PLEASE! STAY!

Raphael's voice quickly replaced Luke's.

HERMANA NO! Don't do this to me! PLEASE! Please...

With that, she heard Raphael's gut wrenching sobs. She cringed, not wanting to hear the people who resided in her heart hurt. Then she started hearing a mix of voices, and she knew it was the people she helped at school.

Clary, if only I could tell you how much you helped...

Clary, you helped me live. Please, stay.

The bullies hurt you, yet you still stand up for yourself. They never hurt anyone else because you take the impact of their verbal abuse. You're selfless, kind, and have a heart of gold. Don't leave.

Clary heard Mr. Starkweather's voice, and she was surprsied. Clary, you always helped me after school, but you never realized it helped me get over the loss of my daughter. You presence helped me so much, and you remind me that I need to live for my daughter. Don't leave, please.

Clary was crying. She got into a fetus position, and cried, gut wrenching sobs.

They cared. So damn much. She had to be there to support everyone. All of a sudden, many voices started singing.

"Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need
This ain't love it's clear to see
But darling, stay with me"

(I do not own Stay With Me by Sam Smith.)

Clary opened her eyes, but was faced with darkness.

She closed her eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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