A/N: Hey guys! It's S1E12! I'm so excited for you guys to read this new co-written story with Shadowhunter5801! We will be alternating writing chapters, so hopefully there will be at least one each week, but were both really busy, so no promises. I know most people don't even read these, so I'm gonna stop now.

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Prologue

"Clary are all of your bags packed?" Asked my dad.

"Yeah dad, can you come get them?" I shouted back from the top of the stairs. I heard the pounding of feet coming up the stairs. My dad appeared from around the turn, smiling, and continued his hike up the stairs.

"Are you excited?" He asked me, his eyes shining. I nodded my head multiple times with a huge smile on my face. School had just ended last week and we were going on vacation to London. It was in honor of my completion of elementary school. I was so excited that I couldn't even sleep last night, so instead I had stayed up all night texting my friends with my dad's old phone that I had inherited.

"Are these all of you're bags?" My dad asked me.

"I just have to get my carry on, it's still in my room." I told him.

"Well you'd better go get it." He told me before turning around and carrying my bags to the car.

I walked to my room and opened the door. I rushed to the bed and grabbed the backpack I was using as a carry on off my bed. I turned around and examined my room, for the last time, not that I knew that. I looked at the colorful walls that my mother and I had painted together when I was seven. I felt the dirty laundry under my feet and saw the paint brushes scattered on the floor. There were drawings and paintings stacked a mile high on top of my plain white desk. Unconsciously, my hand stroked the soft green sheets on my bed. "Clary, its time to go!'" My mom shouted from the door.

"Coming mom!" I yelled down to her and shoved my Vans on my feet. I ran out my room, closed the door, and dashed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. I sprinted from the bottom step to the car. I got in the car and buckled my seatbelt, bouncing in my seat as I did so. My dad was already sitting in the driver's side seat, car in reverse. Seconds later, my mom got in the car and buckled her seat belt. My dad started to back out of the driveway and my mom turned so she could look at me. I was once again shocked by how similar we look. We have the same fiery red hair and intelligent emerald eyes. Her wild curls were pulled away from her face in a messy bun held in place by a colored pencil. My own curls were loose, falling down to my mid-back.

"I can see you're excited." My mom said with a faint smile.

"I can't wait!" I tell her honestly. She smiles and I had found myself once again hoping that when I grew up I would be just as beautiful as her. She turned back around, and I peeked out of the windshield, seeing only the freeway. I leaned my head on the door and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up and it was dark outside. I looked out the window and saw us driving down an empty back road. My mom was asleep in her seat and my dad was struggling to keep his eyes open. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me and I went back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, I found it was still dark and my mom was driving. My dad was sleeping like a rock in the seat next to her. She looked into the rear view mirror and saw that I was awake. She tapped her nails on the steering wheel in a pattern. Morse code. She had taught it to me when I was eight and was doing a project on forms of communication. 'Hey sleepy head' she had tapped. 'How long was I asleep' I had tapped back. She looked at me through the mirror again and held up three fingers, three hours. 'I love you' I had tapped to her. 'I lov- ' is all I heard before a huge truck collided with our suburban and all went black.

I saw bright flashing lights and I peeled my eyes open to find myself staring at the lifeless bodies of my mother and father. "Mom, Dad!" I had cried out but they didn't move. I tried to reach my arm out and shake them, but a sharp pain registered just below my elbow. I flinched and a part of my mind accepted that my arm was broken. Tears came out of my eyes like endless rivers as I turned to the flashing lights of many police cruisers, fire trucks, and ambulance trucks. There were people walking towards the car and I slowly used my other arm to unbuckle my seat belt. With my remaining strength, I had managed to open the door and crawl out. My whole body ached but I somehow managed to stand up. A police officer walked up to me and opened his mouth, but before he said anything, I said, "My parents are dead." With that statement, I collapsed in a heap, the world along with me.

The memories rush away like a tidal wave and emotion builds up in my body. I want to let it out so bad, but for some reason I never can. I try to open my eyes and see if the world has crumbled like I remember it. I hear voices speaking and I hear my name flying from unknown lips. I smell medication and cleaning supplies. My dry mouth tastes like morning breath. I am not dead, I know that much. If I was dead, I would be able to see the world as it is. I am alive, but not living. If I was living, I could see. I will see. I will live. These thoughts run through my head for minutes, maybe hours until finally, my brain realizes that after all of this time, my eyes still work. I see white. I'm seeing. I'm living.

A/N: That's all for the prologue! Hope you all enjoyed it and the first chapter will be written by Shadowhunter5801. Please give us feed back so that we can make the story better for all of you. Next update should be coming soon and don't forget to check out S1E12 and Shadowhunter5801.

Until chapter two,

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