Chapter three
An hour passes and the officers are being nice. They give me food, a shoulder to cry on and information on the 'new parents' everything seems perfect no one has ever made a fuss over me before well besides my mum of course. The doctor comes in all happy and smiley and checks if I have a clean bill of health to go and I do.
Jackson hands it to me a sketch book and said that it was with me when I was admitted. The book would contain everything I would hopefully draw to remember things about me, my past, my mother, my dad and why was I running. This would be my clue to survival. I hold the worn out leather sketch book in my hands and begin to untangle the strap that binds it together. I open the book and the drawings don't give me any details just pictures of nature, anything beautiful. I let out a sigh and begin to walk beside Jackson. The doctor rushes up to us and quickly told Rich and Jackson that my beating had lend me to forget everything about myself but that my memory will soon return but I just had to give it some time. Hopefully it won't be that long.
I sat at the back of the police car to be driven to my new home. I look out the window and I hoped that I could have had my pencils and art stuff to draw the storm that loomed before me. During the ride my head is place upon the cold window and I begin to feel nervous. What happens if they don't like me? Am I safe here? Then suddenly the car comes to an abrupt stop. The officers then open their doors and step out. I sit uncomfortably and nervously wondering what happens next or now. Jackson then opens the door for me and puts an umbrella over my head. I look around and the houses are modern, simple but stylish and every house has a front garden which is beautifully designed with roses. Rich then gestures us forward and as I walk up the drive way I don't feel nervous just happy which is weird for me. Rich knocks the door and there stood a tall, brown headed women, with brown eyes and a slim figure and a man to her left was tall, brown headed, slim but you could tell he worked out and he has brown eyes and wears glasses. They look at me and smile and stepped aside so we could enter the house.
We walk in and I immediately gasp. The house is huge from the inside but looks small on the outside, the living room and kitchen are combined and are both coloured coroneted which I like and everything is so warm and welcoming. I actually think I might like it here.
"Hi I'm Rosemarie but you can call me Rose and this is my husband Luke and both of us are happy that you are staying with us"
"Thanks I'm Clary Fray"
"Well it's nice to meet you Clary. If there is anything you need ask we will get it for you we are quite wealthy and we are able to supply you with anything you need. Just ask and you shall receive" Luke said.
"Thank you, that's generous of you"
I few hours passed and the five of us sit and talk about anything and about me starting school in a few days and that I would need to get new clothes, books, stationary etc. I fit in well here and it has to stay this was because if they find out what I can do besides draw I'll become a lab rat and get tested on. My life sucks but I hope it gets better soon but you know what they say about hope it leads to eternal misery. Once papers are signed and we have finished up our coffee Rich and Jackson then decide to leave but before Jackson leaves he hands me a card with his police number but on the back has his personal number he tells me to call when I need help or just to talk that he would be here when I needed. I immediately hug him and say thank you for everything. Why can't he be seventeen so I can date him?
Once the door closes I am left with the Grays. Don't get me wrong they are nice but I just don't know how to act or behave around them so I decide to try and be myself as much as I could and not to lie to them much as for right now they are my parents and with me being here I have placed their lives in danger so as of right now I make a deal with myself "You tell them when it is needed, you trust, protect, help and confide in them no matter what and no one else is to die for you not them not anyone" Rose and Luke bring me upstairs and lead me to a door and once it is opened I step back to take it all in. Both of them laugh at me. The room is huge, white walls, wooden floor, walk in wardrobes, purple and black is also fitted into the room and there before my eyes is a double bed. I want to jump and scream this is amazing! But I act cool and collected, well I hoped I did. As I walk into the room both of them are leaning on the door posts staring at me with huge smiles on their faces. How can my presence make someone that happy? Rose tells me to get a good night sleep because we have a few days of shopping to get. Yay Clothes shopping! Not. They close the door behind them and I climb onto the bed and begin to jump this is the happiest I've ever been and it feels safe.
I think it's about time I introduce myself. I'm Clary Fray. I love to draw and sketch books contain my feelings anything I wish or think about so it's like a journal but with drawings if that sounds right. I am small for my age I am at least five foot four I am usually smaller than everyone else, I have a slim figure but I actually have hips and a shape thankfully unlike my mother but I have my mum's beautiful red silky hair which is natural by the way and my eyes well they are the colour of emeralds. Try and fit in and be normal but who am I to kid I am not normal I might not be even human for all I know. You see I have a secret I have pyrokinesis which is a psychic ability that allows a person to create and control fire, telepathy which lets me read other people minds and telekinesis which allows me to transport anywhere without a physical connection. This makes me an ultimate killing machine and people are after me trying to take advantage of these gifts. It has taking ten years for me to control these and I do that with emotions which is easy sometimes. For all I know I am the first of my kind but I hope I'm not. It's weird that I just remember who I am, what I can do and my mother; that's it. So what do you say do you think I can survive and be normal? Because I can't well I can always try can't I?
A/N: Hey guys because this is my first fanfic I want to ask if you're enjoying the story so far and I also have big plans for this story. I understand that this seems a bit different from other Mortal Instruments fanfic but I wanted to give this story an edge and the powers that Clary has, I believe that it will and let's be honest those powers are badass. So please review and tell me if you agree or not!