Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, that's Cassandra Clare's job

Chapter One:

Clary's POV

My name is Clarissa Fray, Clary for short. I'm 17, I go to school at Brooklyn High, and I am bullied. My Dad left when I was very young and my Mom said he died when he left. So from age 3 to 16, it was just me,my mom, and Luke Garroway. Luke has been a very close family friend since before I was born, and he moved in with us when I was 10. One day when I was 16 my mom and Luke got in this big fight and my mom stormed off. Before she left she gave a shiney object to Luke. When I looked closely at the thing in Luke's hand, I noticed it was a ring. My mom ran into her room and packed a suit case full of some clothes and other things, I ran to her door terrified. She was about to rush by me when she noticed me and stopped,"I love you my precious Clary but I must go,I'll be gone for a while but I will see you again" before I could say or ask anything, she kissed me on the forehead and quickly ran through the small apartment and rushed out the door right passed Luke. I cried for 3 days straight in my room, by myself, I was in the apartment living off of Ramen noodles and sprites for the few days after my mom left. The fourth day Luke came to check on me and told me what happened. He said he and my mom were out at dinner and then went for a walk. When he stopped and pulled out an engagement ring, he said when he got down on one knee my mom gasped. He told me that after he asked, my mom just stood there with a shocked look on her face. He slowly got up and asked why she wasn't saying yes. He said she started saying how she wasn't ready for another marriage, and that she'll always love only my dad,then they got in this big arguement about moving on and not moving. Luke said he would stay and help until my mom came back.

Flashback:

It was a week and a half after my mom left. We were sitting in the living watching American Idol on TV, when we got a call on the home phone, we rarely got calls on that thing.

"Keep watching,I'll answer it" said Luke, I sat there on the couch while he answered it.

"Hello" he said when he answered it. He stood there for a moment listening to the voice on the other end. The longer he stood there the worst his face got.

"thank you sir" he said before he hung up. He slowly came over to the couch and sat down next to me, turning the TV off in the middle of a tryout.

"Clary, I have bad news, and I don't know how you're gonna handle it" he says, I'm worried now, because a random phone call on the house phone and bad news, isn't good at all.I give him a nod to tell him to keep talking.

"The person that called was the Sheriff, he said he found your mom" Okay I thought, that's good because no one knew where my mother disappeared to.

"...but here's the bad part...he said he found her in her car, that was crashed into a tree, off a road in the middle of nowhere. He said when he found her, she was alive but she was in coma with blood coming from her mouth and a spot on her head. He said he had the peramedics come and take her to the hospital in hopes to save her, but it was too late, two hours after they got to the hospital, they had her hooked up to the machine and her heart rate went straight. This was saturday (it's monday now), and they declared her dead that evening,Clary I'm so sorry I know how hard this is gonna be for you" by the time he was done Luke and I both were in tears.

Flashback end

After my mom died, I was crushed, I cried almost every single day. I only had two people in my life when she left, Luke and my best friend Simon Lewis. I had known Simon since preschool. When my mom first died Simon was there for me, he comforted me, and stayed at my house for 2 weeks. But that was before he found out about the cutting and the pills. A couple days after my mom left I was in pain, so I cut myself. And then I would take the pills to ease my mind and go to sleep. I was able to hide it from Simon because of bracelets. But one day when I thought I was a lone, he bursted into my room and caught me in the middle of it. He's hated me ever since, he said "I was a fucking pysco bitch and that cutting is evil". Cutting isn't evil, it's relief. Relief from all the things on my mind. That's what cutting is, it's relief from all the things going on in my head,cutting distracts me, then I take the pills so I'll go to sleep, so I don't have to think about cutting. Then I wake up with bloody scratches and a head ache. But anyways, Simon found out and stopped being my friend, but what killed me most was that he told basically everyone he knew. So I started doing it more because people always pick on me for it, and then picking turned into bullying, and bulling made me cut even more, so I would wear long sleeves in the beginning of summer before school let out, to hide the cuts. Then people started going after everything, the way I look, the clothes I wear,the fact that I still self harmed, everything. And then they wonder why I cut, those stupid fuckers.

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Luke eventually moved out, because my brother Jonathan came back from college with his girlfriend, Annabeth (yes, she's named after Percy Jackson's, Annabeth Chase). so now it's just 17 year old me, 24 year old Jonathan, and 22 year old Annabeth. I'm glad my brother came back, and I'm glad he brought Annabeth too. Jonathan and Annabeth had been friends since they were like 10, (I was 3)and they strted dating at 17. So Annabeth was practically my sister, and her and Jonathan help me, they make me feel better, but only Annabeth knows about my "condition". She's understanding and isn't mad at me, she just wishes I would stop, but she promised she wouldn't tell Jonathan. If he found out it would kill him and I would be in trouble for a long time. One day Jonathan came in my room while I was listening to All Time Low. He said he invited some people to eat with us one night, their last names Lighwood. He said they just moved to town but our family had known them for years. I sit there puzzled and trying to remember them but I can't, not after all that has happened.

Sorry this is so long, but it's like an intro chapter so you can get to know this Clary I've made.

Let me know how you like it, sorry if there's any mistakes.

And in this story I had Clary be a cutter because I'm self harm supporter. I don't support cutting, I mean cutting isn't good, but I hate when people judge others that cut, and also I've been through the whole "bullying because of cutting" thing, but I haven't in months and I never took the pills.