What would you do? What would you do if you were right on the edge of an unnatural death? What would you do if you had a case which was the only case of it in the world? My name is Clary Fray, and this is the story of how I never woke up.

It all started when I was sixteen…..

(June 2013)

I was concealed in stranger darkness. I felt the wind under my feet and brushing off my back as I soared upwards. Up, and up, and up. I felt lighter, happier, and free. I didn't care about going down. Down to my family, school, life, him. Not that life was bad, but I prefer life that is peaceful and carefree and with no one who causes me pain. Puffy, clouds surrounded my silhouette, leaving me in a feeling that if I just fall back onto one of these clouds , I could bounce back up again. Their texture reminds me of cotton candy. I look above me and see yet more clouds. The only thing ruining the cotton candy heaven was the sun. Its rays were peaking out behind some clouds, and was giving the heavens the look of paints splattered across a canvas. My fingers move simultaneously, my hand tingling. Yep, I wanna draw it. For some reason, I sense this journey is ending, and I'm right. I'm suddenly pushed forwards and I tumble onto a layer of fluffy clouds.

Confidently, I stand up. I look around. It appears that I am in a clearing. I see no clouds above me, but I see them around me in a circular form. Ahead of me, I see a tall chair. It's gold encrusted and appears bedazzled white shiny, tiny, silver jewels. The light from the sun reflects on them, giving a prosperous glow around it. My hand is really hurting now. My fingers, yearn for a pencil, and fast. I look up and instead of the empty sky I once saw, I see things floating down towards me. I wonder what it is. From afar, it looks foreign. But then suddenly something scratches my pale cheek. I look at my feet and see a single rose. Its petals were fresh and the stem looked newly cut. Thorns were peaking out of its healthy green stem. Concerned, I lifted my hand to my cheek and felt it. When I took my fingers off there was blood. Then suddenly I felt more things falling down upon me. I felt no more scratches, but instead felt the softness of the red, luscious, velvet, petals and the watery touch of the stems. I ran forwards towards the throne, seeking it as if I was being attacked by a flock of birds and the throne was my salvation. I stood before it, not sitting on it. Why ruin its grandeur with my inperfectionate self. Instead, I took a seat on the golden steps that appeared to be coming from the clouds to the throne. I watched as hundreds upon thousands of perfect, red roses fell from the sky, carelessly. They cascaded down to the ground covering every single inch of cloud. It truly was beautiful.

Suddenly out of no where a Burst Of light erupted out of no where, nearly blinding me. The light was continual for what seemed like a year. Suddenly, after a long silence, the light had appeared to move and grow in size and diameter. The wind gusts begin to get harder and I clutch the step so tightly that my knuckles are turning white. All around me, I hear whispers. Theres some distinctive ones I can point out, like the smooth cocky voice of my brother, Jon, the caring lovable voice of my mother, Jocelyn, and him, Sebastian. I remove my hands from the stair and hold them over my ears. I don't want to hear him speak. No one wants to hear a lying, cheating, douchebag talk. The winds get harder and I'm forced to uncover my ears and to hold onto the stair again. I hear voices which are no longer whispers. It's a guy talking. I don't know him, but the way his voice seemed homey enough to me makes me want to know him. His voice was like silk, coming out smoothly and with a hint of arrogance morphed in. Suddenly the light starts moving. I see bursts of white light fighting its way through the yellows and the oranges. Then , I see something totally unexpected. A wing.

Startled, I sat back and tried to protect myself with my pale, thin arm. Major protection right?! Suddenly, I feel the wind on my arms cease. This unknown figment of my imagination goes quiet. I don't like it. Silently, I take my arm down from my face and stood up, looking towards the light. I still see a wing that appears to be floating. Then, I'm shocked to see a body come out of the light. He was tall, and glowing a radiant golden glow which is very inhuman. His golden wings give off a glowing light. I had to physically hold my hand down before it started spasming from its need of a pencil, paints, a pen, anything! He looks at me from across the way. Oh, look ! His eyes are golden too! He looks down for a second, his eyes checking over his surprisingly simple, gray tee-shirt and white jeans., then he looks back up. He sends a smile my way. This really must be heaven. Without saying a word, he beckons me over to him. I smile and nod back to him as I keep my eyes on him and make my way down the steps into the pool of roses. As I step on the first one, I'm amazed that I haven't felt any pain. Thornless roses. That would've been nice the first time!

It takes me only but a few moments to make my way over to him. I now stand before him, looking quite mystified and confused. He's about two heads taller than me and looks too insanely handsome to be real. He smiles again and I finally see his only flaw, a chipped incisor. Well, I knew this was too good to be true! I'm afraid to say anything, because of this angel standing in front of me. Is he like my genie or something? If he is, thats too bad because I wanted a blue one! I remove my eyes from his and look at the endless roses on the ground. Noticing where I was looking, he bent down and grabbed a rose from the clouds.

He held it out for me. "For you" he said.

I swear right then and there I could've died, but seeing as I'm already in heaven, I can't do that adventure again. Or can't I? This was the man who was talking earlier. I smiled and felt my cheeks get hotter. The rose was different from the rest. This time, its petals were red,white, and pink. Tied around its stem was a black ribbon in a bow. I take it from him.

I finally get the courage to talk. "Where am I?", I look at him expectantly.

He smiles again and I swear I almost faint. "We're in heaven, Clary"

I'm getting confused. "Wait! How do you know my name?"

His face gets stern. Did I do something wrong? " This is your dream, Clary. This is your own heaven."

I sigh disappointedly. I really thought I had died and gone to a better place. I look down to the ground of roses.

"How long can I stay?", I ask.

"How ever long you want. Its your decision."

I'm baffled. I want to stay here forever, but I wanna go back. Jon needs me. "Do I have a choice to go back?", I ask wearly.

"All of this is your decision. Whether it is to stay or to go." .

I look behind me at the golden throne. I don't know why I did, but that's what I did. Then, I look back at the golden angel in front of me. "How long have I been 'out?'" I ask curiously.

This time he does something I never expect. He reaches his hand across and caresses my cheek. "Far too long…" he whispers in a dream-like state.

I sigh. I've been in paradise for far too longer than I deserve. "I would like to go back", I said, "But I wanna ask you something."

"Anything", he replies back.

I look at him in the eyes confidently. "Are you real?"

He looks back at me seriously and replies," Yes, Clary, I'm real."

I perk up slightly. "Will I ever see you again?"

He smirks and replies, "Maybe, but rely on fate for our futile lives to cross."

I sigh in disappointment again. "I wanna go back...uh-"

"Jace", he finishes for me.

I smile. "Take me back, Jace."

The last thing I see is Jace's heavenly face, staring at me with a gentle smile worn upon his face, before darkness takes me.

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