I only have 2 friends, Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis. Now, I know what you are thinking, that’s truly sad. Because my life truly is, I am bullied at school because of my red frizzy hair and my too short stature. They call me carrot top, short- stop and punch and shove me into lockers.
I also have and older brother, Jonathan, and my father is an only parent. . Every day it’s the same thing, “come straight home after school we have some business to attend to” or “ no seeing friends come directly here”. And every day it’s the same thing when I get home- I have to clean up the dirty dishes, wash the floors spotless, do the laundry and most importantly, have dinner on the table by the time my father and brother come home.
Because my father is a single parent the government gives him money. I don’t see any of it though, before I see a penny he’s gone and spent it all on beer which I’ll end up cleaning and more often than I’d like to admit beaten with. So I’m left hungry all the time, I can’t say anything though or the pain in my stomach will seem like a fluffy marshmallow to the other pain I’d receive
If I don’t have all of those things complete, I’d rather be dead.
You see they abuse me physically and mentally. I’m called a bitch, whore, or a slut on a daily basis. Not only at home but at school also. I’m punched repeatedly all over my torso and chest. The only place I’m not hit at home is in the face, because they never want to get caught. The only time I’m punched in the face is if I come home with a bruise from school or if I’m caught in the cross fire my father’s drunken rages.
But the worst of all is after school, after my daily beating and after being starved. My nightmares. I’m haunted every night by them; my brother and father always take part, as does my mother. I dream every night that she comes to save me but they always end up killing her or torturing her in front of me. I try to save her but its pointless to even call out to her. She never hears me and even if she did she wouldn’t save me anyway from the hell I have living in. I have never met my mother, she ran away when I was a baby- now I see why.
He must have abused her too. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. I never want to face the fact that my own mother left me here with this horrible man.
My father started my brother’s ‘training’ when he was 8 and I was 6. He claimed that he wanted him to be able to take care of himself out in the ‘real world’ but in reality he just wanted to bond with his son over beating his one and only daughter.
At first, Jonathan would refuse then he would be punished also, he began to stop refusing and eventually he learned to love it. Now, this is what he lives for, tormenting his little sister, when she wakes up, when she’s on the way to school. In the corridor throwing quiet nasty remarks at me laughing at my flinching.
My brother, Jonathan Morgenstern, is in a famous band- The Demon Brothers. This makes him instantly popular at my school. So obviously no one questions him. Jonathan is the drummer in his trio, the bass is Alec Lightwood- Isabelle’s older brother, the lead guitarist is Jordan Kyle, and lastly, their lead singer; the boy that all the guys want to be and the guy all the girls want to be with, Jace Herondale.
I have obviously met Alec because I go over to see his sister basically every morning. She helps me cover up the bruises. She’s the only one that knows.
However, I have never met Jace; only heard of him. Although, I have seen his picture; on the cover of one of their many albums. Yes, they all ready have an album out and a record deal with the company: The Mortal Instruments. The most well known record company in the world.
Although I despise my brother, their music is actually pretty good. Not my taste, it’s always about horrible terrible things; no message just noises to me. Obviously, my brother is the songwriter of the group.
My father on the other hand is a well-known manager for The Mortal Instruments Company. How else do you think my brother got his band to even be heard? They are always out late and always love to party. So I usually have a good 6 hours home alone to get things done.
You may know me as Clarissa Morgenstern but I prefer to go by Clary Fray (my mother’s last name). I am also a singer/ songwriter just like my brother but I am also an artist just like my mother. Although I love to sing and write no one has ever heard me. As in NEVER and nobody ever will.