I sighed as I watched a couple of Shadowhunters kill a demon. I slipped into the shadows before they noticed me, and waited until they left to emerge. I glanced at the rune on my hand and gazed at it sadly, holding back tears. I had never been accepted in the world of Shadowhunters. I never had been and never would be.

I was still somewhat 'in the know'. I knew that Valentine had returned and that Clary and her boyfriend Jace had killed him, but now they had to worry about Valentine's son.

It was a complicated mess, but I lived for those. My life was one.

I closed my eyes and thought back to what I had wished for, so long ago. I want to live in a fantasy world, somewhere far out of reach of these people and high above them while being a part of them at the same time.

If this wish is granted, you will be alone. No one will come to find you by their own means. You must find them.

I don't care. I want to leave.

If that is truly what you wish, let you be born again.

And so I was. I sighed. The angel had disappeared after that dream, and even 17 years later, there was no sign of him. Sometimes, when I stared at the moon, I could swear I would see him in the white craters. But a blink of the eye and he was gone, along with my hope.

I had cursed myself a thousand times over. I had become one of the most powerful Shadowhunters of my day. But who else knew? No one. I didn't have to eat, it seemed, for I hadn't eaten since I left my second birthplace. My mother threw me out when I was 13.

I had forgotten when I made that wish.

I had forgotten that I don't make friends easily.

I had forgotten that I can't approach people.

I had forgotten that I was- and still am- shy.

I had forgotten I was me.

And now I was stuck.

Stuck in a fantasy world I loved but despised all the same. Stuck without one person to remember me. Stuck without a single friend. I was stuck by myself, and that's what's made me crazy.

I created different personas to talk to, creating characters and voices and backstories in order to forget my own unfortunate fate.

I sighed and pulled out a seraph blade, looking for demons. I was tired of doing nothing. Besides, I had always thought that maybe stabbing someone like there was no tomorrow sounded like fun.

Huh. Maybe the loneliness hadn't made me crazy. Maybe I just was.

I smirked at myself and ran into an alley, finding a demon quickly. I approached and it turned, baring its teeth at me. I bared my teeth back, letting my fighting instincts take over. I rolled and slashed and dodged. I stabbed for the millionth time and it hissed at me before disappearing. I closed my eyes, letting out a long breath before sheathing my seraph blade.

"Who are you?" I heard, and turned to see a girl with curly red hair looking right at me. My eyes widened. I hadn't talked to an actual person in over five years. My mother and I had never gotten along, so I stopped talking to her a year and a half before she kicked me out. It was one of the reasons why she did.

I stood, frozen. "Well? Speak up!" Another voice said. My eyes glanced to see a boy with golden hair next to her. I recognized them. Clary and Jace.

They found me.

I looked to the moon, seeing my angel floating towards me. I knew what was happening. I wasn't supposed to let anyone find me, I had to find them. But these two had broken the contract, and now the angel was going to send me back. My eyes teared up.

"No.." I whispered, and took off at a run. I knew the angel would catch me no matter what, but if I could outrun these two, maybe I could continue here.

I didn't want to go back.

I wouldn't go back.

I couldn't go back.

Voices and people screamed at me. I knew they were hallucinations, but I couldn't make myself believe they were any less real anyways.

You're such a whore!

Why'd you do this to me?

I thought we were friends!

Betrayer!

Ugly!

Stupid!

Slut!

Cheater!

I HATE YOU!

I shook my head and kept running, urging my legs faster. Maybe I could outrun the memories. Maybe I could make a new start. Maybe the other world was just a dream, if only the other world was just a dream, please let the other world be just a dream!

I hit a fence and stopped, tears running freely. I fell to my knees. I turned my head and saw my angel, coming to get me. Tears streamed faster.

"Please. Please, no... I don't wanna go back, I don't wanna go there, please don't make me! It's not my fault, I'm innocent! Don't make me leave! I don't wanna go back!" I started at a whisper and rose to a scream, a desperate plea for this life. It may be lonely but anything was better than the other world.

You broke the contract.

"It's not my fault! I didn't want them to find me!"

You have to go back.

"No! No, please, please, I'd rather die than go there!"

You must go back. There is no other option.

"If you're going to take me back..." I said, wiping tears and standing shakily. "Then kill me first."

Kill you?

"Kill me." I confirmed. "I'd prefer it over that world."

But you have friends.

"Not anymore." I admitted. "One thought I was dating her boyfriend and convinced the whole school. It follows me wherever I go, except here." I looked to my angel with teary eyes. "That reality is no more real to me than fairies were in the other world. So if I have to go back, kill me."

You hate the real world that much?

"That place is not real." I insisted, trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince my angel. "That place is a nightmare created by my twisted imagination. It's not real."

Not real?

"Not real." I repated.

I will discuss this with the elders.

My angel left me and I slid down the fence again, taking in deep breaths to calm myself. I almost lost this life. My eyes opened and I looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Clary and Jace had managed to follow me. I stared at them in silence until Clary spoke up.

"So... Who are you again?"

I smiled.

"Call me Stuck."