Hey guys this is my first fanfiction its a little short, please review and tell me what you think :)

I lay there head spinning and mind racing, looking up at the cracked celling wondering why this was such a shock. Hadn't I lay in this position so many times before? And yet like the masochist I am, I keep ending up back in the exact same place.

Finally the spinning in my head began to fade. So I sat up awkwardly pushing my tangled red hair out of my eyes impatiently and tried to ignore the spike of pain that was shooting through my ribs as I looked cautiously around. I now knew this place so well it was imprinted onto the inside of my eyelids, with its stark white walls that was now riddled with so many fist marks you could begin to see the brickwork through the plaster.

Pulling myself into a standing position, willing the pain to ease, I walked over to the pane of glass that was supposed to be a dining table and haled myself onto it, trying in the process not to cough up the blood I knew must be filling my lungs. Tears hot and fast began to fill my desolate green eyes, the only part of my abused body which truly showed how broken I was inside.

This place used to be a sanctuary, a place in which Jace and I could escape the real world and all of its judgment. What a joke that was now. Now that it was my own personal brand of hell. There was a time, so long ago now it seemed, that I had believed in pity and mercy. Believed that I would wake up one morning and see a way out. Any way out. But that delusion had gone up in flames, just like the idea that I could ever be the same care free girl I used to be. He had seen to that.

The man I now hated above all. A shiver ran down my spine. How could he have this effect on me even when he wasn't there? How then can I be so terrified that he is going to burst through the invisible door at any moment and torture me once again for the bad thoughts I was having about him? The answer was simple I thought bitterly I was trained ,like a slave to not think for myself but to please him at any cost and to expect the consequences if I didn't.

Unbidden into my mind came the memories from a few hours earlier, as they always did after the minutes of amnesia I now almost always experienced after an especially bad beating…

He was in the oversized bed asleep with the sun pouring in from the only window in the apartment. I watched from the other side of the room like a small child waiting for a monster to rise up and kill. He twitched, as if from a bad dream, and I jumped so hard I knocked a stay ink bottle to the floor and it smashed! He started and sat bolt upright with unnerving grace looking at me in dazed confusion. Slowly, lazily he looked down to see the ink spreading slowly like inchor at my trembling feet. A truly evil smile now began to curve his mouth as the deadly black eyes began to blaze with sadistic pleasure. He then said in a strangely triumphant tone.

"Well well Clarissa what do we say?"

I stare blankly for a moment. Frozen. Slowly my own fire begins to burn through the ice.

"Go burn in hell where you belong!" I spit through clenched teeth, dreading what would inevitably come next.

He paused for only a minute, that stretched on for eons. Then said very slowly and deliberately with a dangerously calm whisper,

"Very well but first I shall teach you what hell is, little sister"