Clary POV

He was chasing me, I was running as fast I could but my fastest was not fast enough he was catching up to me and at that moment I knew he was going to kill me. He grabbed my hair and pushed me onto the floor, I should be able to fight back I should kick do anything move but I'm frozen in my body unable to move a muscle. Finally he pulls a rusty sharp knife out of his pocket and he is going to stab at that moment I knew I was going to die and he was going to be the one to kill me.

I woke up with sweat pouring down my face to see my brother Jon shaking me awake, I realised I was still screaming and it took me a couple of minutes to calm down but after a while the screaming melted into the darkness of the room. I sensed he would want to talk about my dream but still numb from the fear that filled me I couldn't.

"I'm just not ready yet" left my now dry lips and echoed through my head as though I were still captured in my dream. I know that when I am ready I would need speak to Eve first because she understands. Not that Mum and Jon don't try to understand, they do, but Eve went through it all with me and in Two days she will be back from California for good and she is going to start Idris high with me. We are both going to have a great fresh start, the beginning of a new era.

I come out my bubble and remember Jon is still sat on my bed he trying to make me feel better by telling me everything is alright but it's not and it won't be for a long time. Just as Jon leaves he tells me I have 1 hour to get ready for my first day of hell.