Delicate Hearts

by CupcakeQueen1066

Clary was raised with abuse, what can she do? Facing a future with a man she despises. Can she survive if she hates her abusive mother Jocelyn? She cannot protect herself, nor can her brother. Sometimes there's one thing left to do. RUN. Based in an alternate reality where parents control the lives of their children and the poor. Contains abuse.

3. The Hope

Pain.
Darkness.
Betrayal.
A hand.
A ring.
A life lost not to the warm open arms of the devil or god.
A life lost to being a slave.
Whore.

Opening my eyes, a bright light burned. The familiar humming of Maryse sewing. I'm a whore, I'm worthless. tears dripped down my tired face, streaks of warmth on my cold, cold skin.
'Clary? I will get you out. I promise.'
Darkness.

No Pain
Laughter.
Joy.
Jon.
Turned backs.
A gun.
Brother dead on the floor.
Worthless.

Nothing no noise. Not even Maryse. Im all alone. I'm worthless, no one cares. No tears, there all gone. I'm numb.
Agony.
Darkness.
Cramps.
Stone.
No one cares.

Happyness.
Home.
Not my home.
Blood through my read hair.
'Clary run.' shes my best friend.
I'm running.
Traitor.
I.
DO.
NOT.
EXSIST.
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I'm sitting in my room. Apparently my mother has left to go to France for the best pastry chefs. I'm indifferent.
'Clary? We can get you out tonight. Okay?' I don't answer. Who cares about my opinion. I stare at my black white walls. No emotion. No fear. No pain.
No pain.
Pain.
Traitor.
' I don't want to marry him.'