Disclaimer: I couldn't be Cassandra Clare, unless I write her books in my sleep. And, if I do then where's the money? So, obviously I can't be her.
Chapter 13: New Nightmares
ClaryI was dreaming, I had to be. I was reliving my life, or at least what I could remember of it. There was six-year old me saying that I wanted to live with Mommy. And then me walking away from my Dad's house, with my Mom. How we bounced around for a while, before settling down in Colorado, as the Frays. The moment when Mom told me never to go anywhere with my father or brother if they came, and me agreeing.
The rest of my childhood, including meeting Simon, flashed by quickly, and then I was 13. When Mom explained that Dad was doing bad things, and that's why we had had to get away. When she explained that he might come looking for us again someday. And, when I had asked why she'd used her maiden name then, she had replied that Fray wasn't her maiden name. That Fairchild was, and that she'd changed her last name.
And, then I saw that day again. The day Valentine had found us. The day I lost my mother.
It had started as a quiet Sunday at home. Sure Mom seemed a little on edge, but I didn't think anything of it. Then at about 6 pm, there came a knock at the door. Mom quickly rushed me into my room, told me to hide and locked the door. I heard everything that happened, even if I didn't see it. I heard Valentine beat her to death.
When he had finished with her, he broke down my door, and told me to pack my stuff. I obliged, trying not to cry. At least I wasn't dead. Although living with him and my brother turned out to be a fate worse than death.
They found my mother's body a few days later, and I moved
to New York for the summer. My next few memories, were all of Jace.
Jace irritating me on the first few days of school. Jace taking me to Homecoming. And, Jace's face when I had said I couldn't be around him because I wasn't allowed. And, how I much I wished I was allowed. And, then came a startling revelation. I was in love with him.
Jace
I was dreaming. My parents were fighting, and it was the day that Mom kicked Dad out of the house. My dad was an alcoholic, with a bad temper and my Mom was done with him.
Earlier that day, my mother had gotten a call, that seemed to terrify her. The thing that had puzzled me was the fact that she had wanted me to go with him. He hadn't wanted me though, so I had gotten to stay.
She had begun to withdraw from society. She started staying out late and coming home so exhausted, that all she could do was sleep. Then one day there came a knock at the door. She hid me in the cupboard, and I peeked out, watching as she walked across the room to the door.
She opened the door, and in came a man wearing a mask. As soon as he'd come in, Mom grabbed a crobar and held it over her head. She looked terrified, but she stood her ground, brave woman that she was.
It wasn't enough, he overpowered her, and hot her in the head with her own crobar. Her body fell to the ground, and I couldn't see her chest rise or fall. It was still. Celine Herondale, my mother, was gone, and Clary might soon have the same fate.
Clary who looked so fragile. Who had such a firey temper, who had such obvious pain. Clary, who I was in love with.
Clary
I dreamed of Jace for a while longer, then my dream switched to the thing that has been haunting my dreams lately. What I saw in the basement.
When I had gone down there, I saw things that scarred me for life. I had looked around and seen a board of people some crossed out, some circled. The two people who caught my attention, were both circled. My mother and some woman named Celine Herondale.
When I looked at the other side of the room, I saw cells full of people. One of them was labeled Jocelyn Fairchild, another Celine Herondale. The cells were full of the people from the pictures that were circled. My mother was alive.
The middle of the room was occupied by a miniature laboratory. It had Dad's serums and potions, including the one for nightmares.
When I looked back at the people in the cells, I realized something else. All of the people in the cells, were women. And, all of them had been given serum. I hhad run out of there as fast as I could, and cried, because my mom was alive. I had been so upset when I thought she was dead, and as it turned out she was alive. I had sobbed with relief, and I was so happy. But, now I knew Valentine could be doing anything to her.
A/N: Hi guys! So we got some backstory. I promise we will be getting some Clace soon. Like next chapter soon. I promise. I'm in the middle of writing a SnowBaz oneshot and a Wessa oneshot. If enough people favorite, follow, and review it, then I will do a prequel story. Please continue reviewing this story, it helps me to want to write. I love you guys.
-Claressia Heronstairschild