Who: Clary Morgenstern What: Remembering When: Late evening Where: Her room, LAWC Rating: G Status: Complete
The past little while she'd felt completely safe. Clary had long turned off her cellphone and started ignoring her fathers calls. As it turned out, he wasn't supposed to be her father anyway. Her actual cell phone was in the room that she didn't know, but was apparently hers. The contact list was much shorter. There were swords in the room, which made her edgy. But there were also dozens of drawings and sketch pad that held her work. It had to be her room, she wanted it to be her room.
She'd spent most of her time there in her room, going through her things, trying to remember. At some point that evening she had fallen into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, the bruised side of her face up.
When she woke up, something was different.
For many moments Clary just gazed blankly at the wall as two sets of memories fought for the control of her mind. Finally, the images of Jace, the Lightwoods, or Simon, and all that she had been through at home came to mind. Then her time here in La took form, and she understood.
It really had all be a lie. With a slight gasp, she sat up, and then stood up.
Gazing down at her arms, she almost smiled. The scars, she treasured those. She was proud of those. They weren't something to be ashamed of. What she should be ashamed of was being weak enough to let her 'father' abuse her like that. At home, she had taken down her father. Here, she had let him walk all over her.
That was something to be ashamed of. She wasn't going to let his handy work destroy her face. With a glance in the mirror at her face, she scowled. Well, it wasn't staying a blue and black mess.
It took her ten minutes to realize that her Stele wasn't in her room. For a moment, she was horrified, until it hit her. "Cathy." Cathy must have taken it, and placed it somewhere. That had to be it. In her hands, with no memory of how to use it, a Stele was very dangerous.
Rushing to her cell phone, Clary flicked it open and hit the number for Cathy's cellphone. She needed to find her Stele, and erase any existence of her fake-fathers handy work.