I awake to the creek of my bedroom door. A small light starts to enter my room, and I see a figure of a man standing outside my doorway. Scared, I clutch on to Teddy and rub my eyes sleepily until I can make out who the figure belongs to.

"Daddy?"

"Hi Sweetie. Don't worry I have something for you."

I checked the clock as my dad came into my room. 2:39 am. Why is daddy waking me up in the middle of the night?

"Daddy, what are you doing? I want to go back to sleep."

"Clary, you know what I do for work right?" He sat down on the corner of my bed, keeping his left arm hidden behind his back. "I just want to share some of that work with you. Or I guess you could say that I need your help."

"I don't understand. You are the head of the New York institute. Do you need me to go track somebody? Or to fight?" I started to get excited that I might actually get some action.

"No Clary. You're too young to fight demons right now. I need you to be a judge for me Sweetie. Is that okay? I have a new serum that I want you to try out."

"Daddy what's a serum? Is it like candy? I'll eat anything candy." I got my hopes up thinking he was going to let me hunt some demons with him, but candy is a pretty close second.

Daddy moved his left arm from behind his back and revealed a big needle. I quickly pulled my covers up to my cheekbones, shots are my biggest fear. I looked up at my daddy's face and he had a sly smile on his face. I've never seen daddy like this before.

"Don't worry Clary. It won't hurt a bit. I'm going to have you hold Teddy and look at the wall okay? Then I'm going to count to three."

"Daddy I don't want to." I could feel the lump swelling in the middle of my throat, as tears started tumbling down my cheeks.

"One."

"Daddy no."

"Two."

"Please daddy." My tears started to pour onto Teddy and I looked away from Daddy. He's scarring me.

"Three."

Right after daddy said three I felt a sharp pain, stinging in my upper right thigh. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. As he pushed in all of the serum the room started spinning. Everything started to go black. The last thing I saw was my daddy laughing next to me, then I was out.

My eyes shoot open. Not again me. Come on Clary, we need to stop dreaming about it. I'm not five years old anymore, I'm seventeen and it's time to move on. That was my past, and I am more than happy to leave it there.

Today is my first day back to school from summer break. I go to New York High, and attend school with mundanes. I used to be taught at the institute by my father, but after he started going crazy my mom sent me to public school. It really cuts into my time as a shadowhunter. I could be training right now, but no I have to go sit for eight hours learning about the angles of obtuse triangles. It's pretty dumb if you ask me.

I get up out of bed and put on my favorite hoody. I'm so small it almost engulfs me, but I like it that way. It was my older brothers before he left the institute to go to Idris. Sebastian and I were pretty close when he still lived here. We used to play tricks on mundanes for entertainment. I guess we weren't the nicest people, but hey confused mundies make for great entertainers.

After I get dressed I grab a banana out of the kitchen and hurry to school. I don't have any friends at school. People try to talk to me, but I don't want anything to do with them. Bad things happen when people get close to me. It's because of my father too.

When I was five he started coming into my room in the middle of the night and injecting me with his "serum." He would never tell me what was in them, and he never stopped giving them to me. Some nights it felt like boulders were piling on top of me, but others I felt nothing. I don't know why he was doing this or the effects the serums had on me.

One night when I was about nine years old, Sebastian came into my room because he heard me crying. He saw what my dad was doing, and rushed and told mom. After that they took dad away for a while. He didn't return home until about two years ago. We don't talk, and he avoids me, but I'm okay with that.

I get to school and go to my first class, history. Boring! I spend all of my first four classes drawing symbols. If I wasn't a shadowhunter I think I would become an artist. I sat by myself at lunch and then went to my last four classes. The day went by super slow, but it was over and time to go home. When I got to the institute the doors were open and I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I analyze the area quickly, and pull my favorite seraph blade out of my left boot. I whip out my stele and trace over my silent rune, armed and ready I enter the institute. Whatever is in here can't be a downworlder because they can't enter the institute. It has to be another shadowhunter, but who?

I walk through the entrance and into the main room. The couches are flipped and tables turned, there's glass on covering the floor from broken vases and windows. I go into the library and the books are scattered on the floor, someone was looking for something.

I can feel my nerves start to pulse, and my thoughts are going frantic in my mind, but I tell myself to calm down. Remember your training Clary. You can do this. I check almost the entire institute but nobody is in here. The only room left is my mothers. Slowly I open the door and walk in.

Her room is demolished, just like the others. I feel uneasy as I check everything out. Her room was empty, now the bathroom. I push the bathroom door, but it won't open. It feels like something is up against it, not letting me in. I push harder and harder, and soon there's a big enough hole for someone my size to fit through. I put one foot into the bathroom and almost slip, there must be water on the floor. I get the rest of me through the little opening, it wasn't water that I almost slipped on. I instantly lose feeling in my hands and feel my face start to turn white. I drop my seraph blade on the tile and stare at a dead body. I stare at my mother.

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