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This is the second part of clary's flashback. This chapter has some triggers. You have been warned.
Clary's POV
I hadn't realised there were tears running down my face till Zoe taunts me saying.
'Now wasn't that emotional violet eyes and here I thought that you had a family and went home every summer or did you go home with Elizabeth?'
I just stared as she worked out one of my deepest secrets.
'I'm going to tell everyone'
'No, please don't tell them please' I begged. She looked smug as though me begging was amusing to her.
'Okay, I won't tell anyone but you must do whatever me and my friends ask of you. Do we have a deal?'
'Yes' I barely whisper. Her face split into a wicked grin she then whirled around and swayed down the hall.
Since then, Zoe and her friends bullied me and taunted me. Making my life a living hell.
A year of this torture I was ready to end it all a simple cut would end it all. All the pain and all the humiliation.
I cut my wrists in an attempt to kill myself. Luckily, Lizzie came in at that moment and rushed me to the hospital ward. I woke up the next day and just cried and cried. I knew I never really wanted to die. So I made a promise to myself that day I would never cry or let anyone crush me again.
It was time to forget my old self. This was a new day, a new me
and a new life.
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The Phantom's Lost Sister
FanfictionClarice (Clary) Jones is a ballerina for the royal dance academy of England and an orphan. When the academy sends her and her friend away to Paris to participate in this years opera there. Strange events lead to her running into the infamous phantom...
