Ok so this is my first fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or any of the characters. All I own is the story.

A New Start

Chapter 1 Alone

~Clary~

It has been two months already. It feels as if it was only yesterday that he was right by my side. In case you were wondering who I'm talking about, I'm talking about my brother Sebastian. One day me and him are "bonding," as he put it, when he decides to take me out to eat. I agreed because I thought it was a good idea, but now I regret ever saying yes. It was dark when we started walking home. It was a clear night. The stars were twinkling. It's as if they were dancing in the sky. No one was around. All of a sudden I hear a "click" like a gun being cocked. We both turn around slowly to see a man dressed in all black holding a gun directed at Sebastian.

"Give me your wallet," the man says.

Sebastian, being the idiot he is, decides it would be a good idea to punch the guy in the face. He grabs my hand and tells me to run as fast as I can. We're running when I hear a gunshot and Sebastian stops running.

"Sebastian? What's wrong?"

He has a scared look on his face. Then he falls forward to the ground. And that's when I see the blood staining his shirt.

"Sebastian! No! Please don't leave me. I need you. Please don't leave me here alone."

"Look at me. Clary, look at me. You need to go. Mom and dad need you. I'll be fine."

"In case you haven't noticed, there's a bullet in your back."

"It's too late to save me. Whatever happens, I love you, Clary."

"I love you, too, Sebastian."

As his eyes slowly close, I feel a tear roll down my cheek. His breathing stops and his chest isn't moving anymore. That's when I know he's gone.

I almost didn't go to his funeral because it was the hardest on me. Then I decided I needed to go because if I don't say goodbye, I might regret it for the rest of my life.

Seeing his body limp and lifeless in the casket was so hard. As they lowered him into the ground, I couldn't take it anymore. I walked away so I wouldn't break down in front of everybody. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my room, locked the door and collapsed on my bed. Letting the tears flow, I cried myself to sleep.

For the next few weeks, crying myself to sleep seemed to be a regular thing. My parents would hardly talk. Dinners were the hardest because Sebastian always seemed to be talking because if he didn't, there wouldn't be any talking. I haven't had a full meal since he died. I mean I'll have snacks throughout the day, but never a full meal.

It felt like I would never love again. At least, not the way I loved Sebastian. Little did I know that it was all going to change.

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