This is my first fan fic, and I'm just trying it out. I'm sorry if it sucks ): I'm gonna try my best. Lol idk if they should be humans or not. LOL you guys can pick. If anyone actually read this..

Just saying Ellie is my character and maybe some other will be too… I don't know.

Prologue

I watched as they walked in front of me, holding hands and laughing as if they had no cares in the world. But I knew better. I knew what was coming for them, and I just had to let them be okay. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to them.

These days I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or it was reality, cause it seems that they are the exact same thing.

"Ellie, come one!" my brother called, gesturing for me to come to them. I hurried ahead, plastering a smile on my face, matching his pace as they continued to walk. I looked down at their intertwined hands and saw the light reflect off of their wedding bands. They were only twenty and twenty-one, but everyone knew they were in love. In love enough to get married at nineteen, and now expecting a child.

When we got onto our street, I ran ahead, unlocking the front door and running up the stairs to my fairly huge bedroom. Why was I living with my brother and sister-in-law? Well, because our parents died three years ago, and my brother and I did not, under any circumstances, want to be separated from each other. He was the only family I had now.

I looked at the clock on my bedside table, and saw that it read 11:47. I quickly changed into my pajamas and walked downstairs and into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I grabbed a cup and walked over to the sink, filling it with tap water. As I brought it towards my lips, I felt a familiar pain coming from my head.

I closed my eyes, dropping the cup, hearing it shatter on the ground. I crouched down, placing my hands on the ground to steady myself, hissing in pain as I felt tiny shards of glass break the skin. I began massaging my temples, leaning against the wall for support.

As the pain began to fade, I heard footsteps rush down the stairs. Slowly, I opened my eyes and was met with familiar golden ones. My brother was crouched in front of me, carefully dodging the glass.

"Oh my God, Elliana! What happened?" he asked, grabbing my face with his hands, turning it from one side to the other. He reached up and touched one of my temples and when he drew it back, there was blood on his fingertips.

"It's from my hands," I said slowly, holding my hands out in front of me, they were covered in blood and pieces of glass. He carefully put one of my arms over his shoulder and hauled me up, guiding me over to the island, having me sit on one of the chairs. He walked out of the room, and returned with a huge first aide kit. He opened it and took out the famous tweezers and began picking the glass from my hands.

"El, why does this keep happening?" he asked, worries clear in his voice.

"I have no clue," I told him, wincing as he pulled a shard of glass out.

"We have to get you to the doctor."

My eyes widened a little; there was no way in hell I was going to the doctors, "Jace, no. I'm fine, really."

He gave me a look as if to say, 'Are you freaking kidding me?' But, I knew what this was. Tonight in my dream I would see something, something that could be terrible or maybe, amazing. But sometime soon it would come true and I would be the only one who knew. (I'm sorry, but I just had to point out how that rhymed…)

"I'm seriously worried Ellie, I mean how many times have I had to pick this crap out of you. Either it's your hands or your knees."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. It killed me, having him do this and seeing him worry. I could already see that he was in a lot of stress already, with his wife, Clary, pregnant.

"Don't be sorry," he said, continuing on with pulling glass out of my hand. A few minutes passed in silence, with me just watching him pull crap out of my hands, but then footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Jace stopped pulling glass out of my hands and I turned to see Clary, waddling down the stairs.

Jace sprung up, grabbing her arm and helping her down the rest of the stairs. She looked over at me and noticed my hands and the blood on my forehead.

"It happened again?" she asked in disbelief. I nodded my head and continued to watch her as she walked over to the sink and grabbed some paper towels, wetting them from the faucet and walking over to me, beginning to wipe the blood off my forehead.

Jace began pulling things out of my hands again, after he had made sure his eight-month pregnant wife was okay.

I continued to watch, waiting for them to be done so I could just get to sleep and see what the hell was going to happen, these days were the worst. The ones where I knew I was going to see something. After my hands had been wrapped firmly in gauze and my forehead had been cleaned of all the blood, I finally left and went up to my room.

Carefully, I tied my long semi wavy hair into a ponytail and then crept down the hall again and down into the kitchen. I stopped short when I saw my brother already doing what I had planned on doing. He was cleaning up the broken glass and drops of blood from the floor. Clary was gone, so I assumed she was upstairs, in bed.

As if he sensed my presence, he turned around and gave me a small smile.

"What are you doing?" he asked, walking towards me.

"I was gonna clean up," I told him.

"It's alright Ellie, I got this one."

"Thanks, for everything," I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He hugged me for a moment, before pulling away.

"What do you mean 'for everything'?" he asked.

"I mean thank you for always cleaning me up, and letting me stay with you, and for being my brother."

He looked away, pulling me in tightly, "I wouldn't be able to live if you weren't here with Clary and I. You're my baby sister, I have got to take care of you."

I kissed his cheek, and then pulled away, smiling. I walked back up the stairs and collapsed on my bed. Slowly, drifting into a deep sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was screaming with tears streaming down my face. My clock said that it was four in the morning. My door burst open, and Jace raced in, coming over to me, cradling me in his arms as I cried.

"What happened?!" he asked, wiping some of the tears from my eyes. I looked at him, taking in his expressions. He was terrified, this was the first time I have ever woken up crying and screaming.

"S-She's gonna die Jace. She isn't going to make it," I told him, crying even more.

"Who?" Jace asked, pushing some of my sweaty hair away from my neck.

"C-Clary."

Well, there you have it, my first chapter. Sorry if it's short, I just want to see if anyone actually reads it.

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Thanks,

Lennon