Scarred for Life

Chapter 20!

Oh my gosh can you believe it!? 20 chapters! I just want to thank all of you who have read my story and stuck with me through everything. You really are the best! I have to warn you, this chapter is a little sad. :(

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Magnus P.O.V ('Cuz everyone loves a sparkly warlock ;))

I walked back into the infirmary, the Daylighter and Isabelle behind me. I was beyond pissed. In my thousands of years of living, I've never been deceived. I always prided myself on knowing everything about everyone.

I'd only met Rebecca, or should I say Clarissa, a few times. She seemed like a nice girl, and I respected anyone that can tame the infamous Jace Wayland. I approached her bedside.

"What's going on Magnus?" I felt Alec touch my shoulder and I instantly felt a little bit calmer.

"I will tell you everything later, I promise. Right now I just have to check something." I leaned down and placed both of my hands on either side of Clarissa's head, right over her temple's. I released a little bit of magic into her mind and was easily sucked into her memories.

.o.O.o.

I skimmed through the first four years of her life. Nothing important happened. She was treated like a princess. Everybody worshipped the ground she walked on.

Things turned interesting when she turned five. Valentine insisted that Clarissa started her training. Jocelyn, Clarissa's mother, argued, saying she was too young. He ignored her and started training Clarissa anyway.

She trained every day for hours on end. Valentine was a cruel teacher. He would have her older brother, Jonathan, fight Clarissa, often resulting in her having bruises and broken bones. Whenever Clarissa fell on the ground or started crying, Valentine would drag her into the basement and beat her. Sometimes he would leave her locked in the basement to starve. When he finally let her out he would apologize and say, 'I just want you to be the best that you can possibly be.' Clarissa wanted to please her father so much that she would insist that it's her fault.

After every beating, she worked harder. She became an expert fighter and one day, on her 6th birthday, she beat Jonathan. She looked up at her father, expecting him to be proud, and was confused when she saw disgust written clearly on his face.

"You're despicable Clarissa. How could you possibly assault your brother and look me in the eye? I thought you were supposed to be kind-hearted and caring. What good does that extra angel blood do if you're still going to be so cruel? You should be ashamed of yourself."

He beat her again, this time allowing Jonathan to help. Clarissa almost died that night. She was left in the basement for a week, not allowed to use a rune to heal herself. Sometime during her week spent locked in the basement, her mother left. She didn't leave a note, just vanished.

From that point on, Clarissa was forced to fend for herself. Jocelyn was the only one that ever stood up for her, and she left.

At first Clary denied it. She couldn't believe her mother would abandon her. Then she was sad. All Clary thought about was, 'why would she leave me here all alone?' Then she was furious. She was so destroyed over her mother leaving that her heart turned cold. She shut off her emotions and stopped caring.

Her father learned about her rune power and started forcing Clary to make runes to help the Circle. She made dozens of runes including pain, sorrow, invincibility, and death. All of the runes either bettered the members, or tortured their victim's into giving up information. It was during those two years that the Circle was at their strongest. No one could defeat them.

Clary was the most valuable person in the Circle. Everyone bowed down to her, the little girl with an extraordinary gift. She should've questioned what she was making all these runes for, but she didn't care. Her heart remained ice. Thick and impenetrable.

Until that fateful night with the Wayland's.

As soon as she saw Michael chained to the floor, the ice in her heart was cracked. As she learned what her father expected her to do, the crack spread. When Michael talked to her, it spread even wider and started to melt. Then, when she stabbed Michael, all which remained of the ice in her heart was just a thin little layer.

When Jace swore on the Angel to kill her, the ice shattered, breaking her heart along with it.

Lucian saved her that night, but Clary would have rather been killed. She hated herself for what she did. She even tried to kill herself twice, but he stopped her. He broke down her walls and they formed an unbreakable bond.

Luke was the father Clary had always deserved.

He finished training her, he cleared her name with the Clave, and he took her demon hunting. She loved him, but she felt that she never truly deserved it. She would never forgive herself for killing an innocent man.

When Clary was sent off to the Institute, she tried everything in her power to resist Jace. Every time she looked at him, she was reminded that he no longer had a father because of her. Each time she rejected Jace, he came back even more determined.

And, like with Luke, he broke down her walls.

.o.O.o.

I was pulled out of Clary's memories and instantly pulled into a hug. I tensed at the contact, but relaxed when I realized it was Alec. "Why are you crying Magnus? What just happened? Are you alright?"

Out of all the things that I could have done right now, I laughed. "I'm perfectly fine Alexander. I will answer all your questions later, but first, I must apologize." I turned to Simon, who looked extremely tense. Isabelle stood behind him, looking concerned. "I'm sorry that I accused Cla-, I mean Rebecca," I shot a glance at Alec, remembering that he didn't know anything yet. "of being evil. Upon looking through her memories I have decided that she is not only innocent, but one of the most deserving girls I've ever met. She should never have been treated the way she has."

I stood up, wiped the tears off my face, and took hold of Alec's hand. I started pulling him towards the exit, but stopped and turned around. "I must explain everything to Alec, but before I forget…" I pointed towards Clary and mumbled a little spell under my breath. In the blink of an eye, her hair went from being a dull, fake brown to a gorgeous red. "I think I like her better as a ginger." With that, I turned on my heel and strutted out, my work complete.

Alec and I were so far down the hall that we didn't hear Jace wake up.

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