Raised From Hell

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

After Simon leaves the room I sit back, stick my headphones in and listen to my favourite song, Pittsburgh by The Amity Affliction. I close my eyes and try to listen to the words.

It's like there's cancer in my blood

It's like there's water in my lungs

And I can't take another step

Please tell me I am not undone

It's like fire in my skin

And I'm drowning from within

I can't take another breath

Please tell me I am not undone

I've been searching for an exit

But I'm lost inside my head

Where I spend every waking moment

Wishing I was dead

I'll take another step for you

I'll take another breath for you

I let the words sink in but I'm interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I sigh and pull my headphones out. I turn around to a face that takes my breath away. "J…Jace… Jace Herondale is that you?" I ask. His golden orbs of eyes go wide with shock. "Clary?" I gasp. Once I get over my initial shock I push my chair out of the way and tackle him into the biggest hug I have ever given and start to sob into his shirt.

FLASHBACK (10 yr old Clary POV)

Jace and walk into my house after walking home from school, still laughing at the crazy old man that was 'protecting his mangoes'. But our laughter is cut short by a blood curtailing shriek. I know instantly what is going on. I forget about Jace and race upstairs. "MUM!" I scream. When I reach the top of the stairs I am just in time to see my father punch my mother in the side of the head. I see her fall to her knees. Then to her stomach. Her face is towards me and I can tell just by looking into her lifeless green eyes that were so much like my own, that she was dead. "NOOOOO" I cry as I race towards my mother's body, tears streaking down my face. My father is still standing there, shocked at what he had done. I kneel down onto the floor and shake my mother's shoulders to try and get her to wake up even though I know it is pointless. "Mum… please mum… wake up… please don't leave me." I manage in between sobs. I pull her head into my lap as I rock back and forth as I sing the song my mother taught me to sing when I was sad:

Wandering child of the earth

Do you know just how much you're worth?

You have walked this path since your birth

You were destined for more

There are those who'll tell you you're wrong

They will try to silence your song

But right here is where you belong

So don't search anymore

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of grey

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day…

But I never got to finish the song because my father had come up behind me and ripped me away from my mother. "GET AWAY FROM HER" he shouts at me as he chucks me against a wall. I hit so hard everything from that point forward is in a haze. My vision goes black but I can still hear my father begging my mother to wake up. My eyes open slightly and I think I see my father walking toward me.

He reaches for me but then I see a golden blonde head behind my father my vision goes black again but I can once again still hear. I hear an older man's shriek of pain that must have come from my father then a loud thud against the floor along with a clanging of metal.

Everything is silent.

A minute goes by before my vision comes back again. I see Jace frozen standing in the middle of the room with blood splattered all over himself, there is a knife on the ground next to him also covered in blood. Then I see the body of my father. Blood pooling around him on the floor. He is dead.

I get up off of the floor felling slightly dizzy. Careful not to startle wide eyed Jace, I step over my father's body and over to Jace's side. "Give me your shirt" I croak out, my voice hoarse from crying. Jace snaps out of his trance and turns to me, "What? No!" he says. "Jace one of us is going to prison for this and it won't be self-defence because he didn't attack you." I say "Jace you have a perfectly normal life with the exception of a stuffed up friend. I have nothing now. It's better that I go to prison then you. Now give me your shirt!" "Clary NO! I did this not you, I am the one that has to suffer the consequences." He replies. "Fine," is all I say before I reach behind myself and grab a flower vase. I raise it over my head and before he can do anything else I have smashed it against his head. He goes unconscious.

If the police had of investigated better they would have realised it wasn't me that killed my father but my best friend. But because A: I confessed B: the prints on the murder weapon were mine and C: Jace was knocked out, they believed me. No matter how much Jace tried to deny that it was me there was nothing he could do. I was sent to a Juvenile Detention Centre with a sentence of seven years because I pleaded guilty. Jace got off with nothing.

FLASHBACK OVER

Someone clearing their throat pulls me out of my thoughts and I realise I am still holding onto Jace. I back away from his hold to get a look at the person who has so rudely interrupted us, to face none other than the Barbie from the parking lot. "Do you mind getting your feral hands off my fucking boyfriend?" she asks I that horrible nasally voice of hers.

Now normally I would just let this slide and probably laugh, but my emotions are going through the roof at the moment. So before I can stop myself I am lunging towards her. But before I can do anything that I know I will regret Jace is there, with his hands on my arms. I kick out at her, my legs flying in the air as I scream my head off. "FERAL?! I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING FERAL!" Jace whispers in my ear, "Clary calm down. Please." My mood instantly changes and suddenly I'm crying again as Jace drags me out of the class. He pulls me down the corridor and into the girls bathroom.

He sits me down on the floor as I continue to sob and goes to get me some tissues from the nearest stall. I try to pull myself together as Jace comes back and hands me the toilet paper. "I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what that was I just lost it." I say as I look into his eyes. I see they are slightly watery but nothing like my own. I am touched at even the smallest gesture of sympathy as I know he never likes to let his walls down. Then again I haven't seen him in seven years so for all I know he could be a really emotional person now. I doubted it though. "Clary, I've missed you so much but I need to know why you did it?" he says getting straight to the point. "I already explained this to you on the night. You still have a family. You can live a normal happy life, and you have." I say trying to word it in a way he will understand. "I don't though Clary." He tells me barely in a whisper. "What? What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. "Clary… I don't know how to tell you this. My parents died two months after you left." He looks me right in the eyes so I know he isn't joking. I feel like my heart is being ripped out. Jace's parents were like my own. When I wasn't at home, I was there. They practically raised me. "No. NO!" I can feel the tears starting to stream again but make no move to wipe them away.

"They… they can't have… s-someone would have told me. YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!" I shout at him and see him wince slightly. I curl my knees to my chest and start to mumble my song. "Clare-bear please look at me." He says his voice pained. I turn my eye toward him but not my head. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you come see me? I had no one." I say in a whisper. "Just hear me out please." He says.