A.N. Okay, now this is my first story, not including my poem one-shot. I'm not sure about who will like it, if it's a cliché idea, or if I just can't write. Please give me flames and lots of criticism, because every writer needs it. Also please tell me if I'm a bad writer because if I am I can try to get better.
Disclaimer: All of Cassandra Clare's amazing work belongs to her. I'm just the crazy dork that tries to write about it. If you recognize something I most likely don't own it.
Prologue
The road was covered with it. The blood, the damage, the small body. The car looked fine. I wanted to kick it, smash it; but I knew nothing would fix this. He was gone and the wounds would always stay with me. I would never stop seeing the look of betrayal before the door slammed shut and the car smashed the body.
I felt like I was falling. Darkness clouded my vision as I saw what I had done. His face was blank. It was like he had never lived at all. I saw in a window a mother reading to her son. God, it wasn't fair. It wasn't, fucking, fair. One amazing person wasn't on living in this world anymore and things just went on. Nobody noticed; whole lives went on, as if anything still matters.
My story is ordinary. And yet, I've never heard of anyone's like it. I was an idiot. This is why, I killed my brother.
A.N. I know it's short, but it's only the prologue and the rest of the chapters will be longer. Also this part takes place a little less than halfway through the story, so the next chapter is before this. Tell me what you think in the form of an amazing review. You know you wanna click the button.