Hi! I'm a new author and I wanted to try writing a fanfiction based off the mortal instruments characters. Please let me know how my first chapter is! I know it's short, but I enjoyed writing it!

I have no experience with the main part of the storyline (Accidents, prosthetics or any of the trauma) but I wanted to write a story about it. It's not meant to offend anyone! I hope you enjoy!

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I looked over at my brother, his emerald green eyes showing his concern and worry for me. I had grown tired of this question in every form he asked it.

It had been months since the accident. I needed to move on and look to the future. I appreciated my brothers concern, but it was unnecessary.

"Yes Jon. For the - hopefully last time - I'm ready. I need to do this." I replied, refraining from adding a comment about how his over protectiveness was reminding me of a mother hen.

Shaking his head and allowing pale blonde, almost white hair, to fall into his eyes, he said "You don't need to do anything. I know you hated being at home with dad and the housekeeper, but maybe going back to school is a bit soon?"

I sighed before repeating the same argument I'd given the past month. "I need to get back to reality. If I stay at home again, I'll lose it. I don't want to be the sad little girl that..." I couldn't form the words I had planned to say. I could already feel my eyes watering and judging by the glistening surface of Jonathans eyes, he was avoiding shedding his own tears too. "We can't live in the past Jon. I want to move onto the future and to do that, I need to get back my old life."

"Clary...your old life is gone." Jonathan had said the words so calmly and not in a way that insult could be taken, but it still felt like a slap to the face. "Your - Our- old life was gone ever since the accident."

I turned my face to stare at the car next to the Jonathan's. We were in the school parking lot, early because I had to hand in forms to the secretary's office and get my class schedule. All my life seemed like the past few months were remembering the stupid accident. There wasn't a day it wasn't brought up.

"Jon, mom wouldn't want us to pause our lives so we could mourn over her. We need to let her go and move on!" I said more forcibly than I intended.

He flinched, he always did when anyone mentioned her. "You sound like dad."

I couldn't help the humourless chuckle that escaped my lips. "I have been stuck in the same room with him everyday for nearly seven months. I was bound to pick something up off him."

Jonathan frowned, but didn't comment. Instead he asked "You have to get to the offices now, don't you?" I nodded. "Need help? There's steps and your balance on those things isn't-"

"I'm fine!" I snapped before hastily opening the door - slightly denting the adjacent car- and stepping out of the car. A movement I had perfected from countless trips to doctors, therapists and physiotherapists.

"Clare, I'm sorry!" Jonathan called as he too quickly opened his door to hop out.

I grabbed my near empty school bag which only contained a sketchpad, pencil case with pens and pencils and a notebook. I then slammed the door and began to walk away without responding to Jonathan.

I knew it was childish, but he knew it was my way of saying 'leave me alone!'. I looked down at my jeans, hating that beneath them was not all flesh and bone.

Tears sprung to my eyes again as the thought that constantly crossed my mind repeated itself.

My mother lost her life. I lost my legs.

What did you think? :) should I continue?