"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN YOU WORTHLESS BITCH." Valentine yelled.
"S-sorry father. I was upstairs. When I got home you were asleep." Clary said, not making eye contact with Valentine.
"SHOWS HOW WORTHLESS YOU ARE. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAKE ME UP!" Screamed Valentine.
Clary could see his hands turning into fists. She closed her eyes, not wanting to know what will happen.
One punch to the stomach.
Two slaps to the face.
Three kicks in the stomach.
One became ten.
Two became twenty.
Three became thirty.
Clary ran upstairs crying, ignoring what her father was yelling. She locked her door. She looked in her mirror. That left lots of bruises. She ran her fingers over the bruises, and she winced. Clary walked over to her drawer. It was the bottom left drawer where she kept her razors. Tears went down her face.
'I hate myself. What did I do to deserve this' Clary thought 'What if I never told my father about the bullies. What if mom never died. What if I ran away.'
One cut for letting myself do this.
One cut for hating my life.
One cut for the bitches at school.
One cut for being such a wimp.
One cut for it being my fault.
There were tears streaming down her face, and blood streaming down her wrists. Clary had fell asleep crying.
The next day she woke up, took a shower, brushed her teeth, did everything she usually did in the morning. Today she wore a navy long sleeve shirt, with black leggings and dark brown combat boots. None of her injuries were visible.
She walked downstairs with her bag. Her father was asleep so she wanted to get out as quick as possible so he wouldn't wake up. She exited the house without him waking up. Clary sighed with relief. It was earlier then usual so today she just walked slower. She arrived at school at around the same time she usually does.
Getting to her locker was scary for her, because she didn't know what the populars would do. Today was worse. They had broke into her locker and took everything out. She could care less about her textbooks and stuff. Her sketchbook wasn't there.
Her sketchbook was important to her. It had personal drawings that she didn't want them to see. Clary heard laughing behind her. 'Oh no' she thought.
"Clary you are disgusting! Why would you draw this. Well unless that's you, that's actually amusing that you cut yourself." Jace chuckled. He was such a jerk. He may be good looking but his personality isn't.
Clary held back her tears. She wanted to grab the sketch book and run. They laughed as they looked at the drawings. They were all drawings of her injuries. Her mind can't have happy things anymore. Simon wasn't here today to comfort her.
"Maybe she does cut herself, like she's wearing all those clothes in this weather!" Isabelle whispered, but she could hear her.
"Roll up her sleeve when she's not paying attention and have you phone out to take pictures." whispered Kaelie, this time Clary didn't hear her.
In class, when Clary was starting to fall asleep, the populars did it. They rolled up her sleeve, and saw what she had underneath it.
Thanks for reading! So the chapters will be on the shorter side, but I plan to update at least one every two or three days. Please review!
By the way I am no way trying to make fun of self harmers when Jace said that was amusing.