-Jace -

Why do they always pick on her?

I could tell by the time we got to school, who Sebatian was looking for. The little red head, Clary. She was by her locker and was holding somthing in her hand, a bandage? Why would she have that with her?

Sebatian startedto taunt her and just when he was gettng started she went to bolt. I only just caught it, that Sebastian stuck hus foot out and tripped her. Clary went down with a thump. Her red hair thatfall i little curls down her back was now spead in front of her. The others weren't paing atention but when she fell her stripped shirt rid up a little and i saw the beginning of a purple and red bruise.

Sebastian pulled his foot back and oi thought the girl, whatever may have happend had gone through enough. Clary was cluthing her ribs right were Sebatians foot was aimed. " Come on you've done enough, look at her." Where did that come from? I love or did or whatever i didto this girl, but seeing her helpless and hurt caused me to snap.

Once Sebatian left i helped Clary even though she insisted that she was.I lifter her up and i was suprised at how boney she realy was, like she didn't eat. I carried her into the girls toilets and set her down onthe space between the sinks. i went to get some tissue but when i saw she was trying to hid somthing i stood and whatched her, then i saw blood.

"what the hell are you doing?" I asked all too curiouse for my own good.

"Nothing" Clary didn't make eye contact with me however i could tell she was lying by how quikley she aswered

"Dont give me that bull shit, show me your arm" I was getting impatiant now. When she didnt show me her arm i walked toward her and pulled her arm towards me. I saw long sleave soaked with blood. I pulled the sleave up and saw her grimice in pain. But all concern was increased when saw the long slender cut up from her wrist to the inside of her elbow.

"Who did this." Worry and anger coming through in my voice. When clary didn't answer me frustration came over me.

"Was it Sebastian?" I ask as if it was the obvious. But as clary shook her violently

I was surprised and releaved "Then... Clary look at me." Her spring green eyes where red from the scilent tears falling sown her face and she looked pale. Too pale.

"Who did this." I asked again as if a hunter tredding carful among a young Dear.

"M-my fa..." Clary trailed off more tears falling down her face.

"Who, your what?" I spoke and was gentle as I cleaned her arm.

"Farther" the word was almost a whisper barley anyone would be able to hear it. But of course as I was so close I could. My hands stopped cleaning the wound and my head shot up.

"Oh Clary, I'm so sorry." I whispered. Clary shook her head.

" It's not your fault is it. I don't get it, why do people always apologize for things that's not their doing" Clary whispered venom out lining her words.

"Well it's a way of condolence... you need to tell someone, Clary." That's when Clary's head shot up.

"No, I wont and neither will you, got it!" I looked up as if too read somthing into her words and I raised my hand to rack my han dthroug my hair, somthing i did often. But i stoped half way through because Clary flinched away from me and relisatuon spread through her face.

"Clary..." Clary was staring at my hand, and then she realized I was staring at her. She jumped down of the counter and ran for the door as I was calling after her. But she didn't see the pool of water out side of the door. When the door swung open her foot collided with the water and she went backwards i started to ove towards her but on her way down her head hit the edge of the sinks.

I ran to her and see if she would wake but she didnt. I saw her arm was bleeding more. I knew she needed help, so i picked her up and walked her to the entrance of the school and her car.