Mentally Trapped (DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

He looked up at her sharply. "What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?"

"Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have... had to."

Clary Fray was lying on her bed remembering when Sebastian had asked her that question. She let her gaze wander around the room. It was the room at Luke's place. Her gaze fell upon her open sketch book, that lay on the floor, forgotten. She sat up on her bed and bent down to pick it up, when she had saw the reason she had dropped it. There was blood smeared on the corners of the pages. But not just any blood. No one has blackish blood except for him. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. She quickly dropped the book and it fell in the exact someplace as last time. Clary slowly stepped away from the book until she reached the door. Her hand crept around the doorknob, behind her back, and opened it. As soon as it was open she ran.

Jonathan was silently laughing at how stupid his sister could be. He watched as she picked up the book and dropped it again. It was like watching reality tv. But he had to focus on what he came here to do. He crept into Clary's bedroom and revealed a letter from his pocket. He placed it on the bed and left as quickly as he came. He went back to his hiding spot and watched as the door opened and Clary's petite head popped around the corner of the door. She saw the letter and went over to it.

Curiosity was killing Clary as she hesitantly made her way over to the letter. She picked up the envelope with shaking fingers. She unfastened it and dropped the envelope as if in a trance. Robotically, she unfolded the letter and read it, under her breath.

"Dear Clarissa,
I have been thinking about you and I know you have been thinking about me too. I just wanted to ask you again that same question. 'What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?' But this time I have another question to ask. 'Would you ever want to live in a world where Valentine brought us up together?'
Because whatever your answer is to this, I have my ways of getting and doing things I want.
And I want this.
I won't personally come for you. But since I left this letter for you, you can assume that I have already come and that message with the angel wings, mean nothing.
I will not stop bothering you until you realise who you are and who you belong to.
You are mine, Clarissa.
Love your brother, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
Or as you know me, Sebastian."

The letter slipped from her hands and she sat down on the end of the bed, staring at the door, not moving so much as a muscle. Clary, however, failed to notice that the same blackish blood that was on her sketch book is what the letter is written with. Jonathan's blood. This is mainly because she was in a trance.

Smiling smugly in the tree just behind Clary, sat Jonathan. Her psychotic brother. He had the letter enchanted with a trance. If you read the letter then you were put in a trance. He crept through her window and picked her up bridal style. He looked into her emerald eyes, which were robbed of any emotion. He loved those emerald eyes and the fact that she was completely vulnerable made everything a lot more fun for him.

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Sorry it's so short. I just wanted to get this out there. But stay tuned, loves, this is only the prologue. The next chapters are going to be a lot longer. Hopefully it will be about a few days between this one and the next chapter.

Disclaimer: the characters except Toby Lockheed are not owned by me neither is anything you may recognise.