Prologue

Cpov

It had all started in the beginning of my sophomore year, the headaches. I thought nothing of them, I mean why should I? It's normal to get headaches; especially as a high school student with and overbearing brother. So I chose to ignore it, I thought that it was no big dead.

Oh how wrong was I.

It was around Christmas time when it first happened; the hallucinations. I was in a coffee shop with Jon, our mom and Luke had gone to Paris for some art convention. We had been talking about the holidays and I saw a dark shadow from the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see a shadow of a person so naturally I freaked. But Jon couldn't see it, and when I turned to look back at it, neither could I.

When our parents got home a week later I was immediately questioned by my mother. She thought I was on drugs, if only we had actually known what caused the hallucinations.

2 weeks later I was sent to a psychologist. My mother said that along with the hallucinations I had been acting differently too. Needlessly to say; the therapy did not work. The hallucinations continued throughout the rest of the school year, getting a a little bit more worse every day. By that time I had hallucinations on the daily, but never told my mother because I didn't want to worry her. Jon on the other hand was a different story. He had to constantly defend me from bullies, people had saw what was going on and labeled me as "crazy Clary"

Then it happened.

It was a cool july day, july 15th to be exact.I woke up with a massive headache, but blamed it on allergies. Oh how that was a mistake. It was second period when it happened, the only class I share with Jon. I stood up to hand in my test and everything around me got blurry. The ringing that once plagued my ears started again. The next thing I know I'm on the ground, shaking violently, listening to my brother frantically calling the police as I slipped into darkness.

Oh July 20th my life had changed forever. We found out that I had a malignant tumour the size of a ping pong ball in my brain. I was dying.

We later found out exactly what it was. I had mixed glioma, a fast growing cancerous tumor that only accounts for about 1% of brain cancers.

After we had found out my mother and Luke decided that we should move. As wrong as it sounds, she liked to maintain a certain image within our town, and didn't want that implicized. By the time July came we were moving into our new Montana home, it was extremely different from New York.

The houses were huge. We could afford a bigger house here due to the fact that we weren't paying crazy rent in N.Y. Even though we lived in a mansion, Jon and I decided to pic the rooms that were connected by a sharing bathroom. Jon wanted to be close to me in case anything were to happen, he would be right there.

My room was huge, no doubt about that. The walls were still white, which contrasted greatly with my dark purple bedding. I had a huge window that wrapped around all four walls of my room, and a window seat that did so aswell. When I walked up to one of the walls and looked out the window I smiled. For as far as I could see there was just Forrest, and in the background there was mountains. I knew I would start liking it here soon, despite the reason we had to move.

Thinking of my situation I immediately grew sad. I fingered my waist length red curly hair, knowing that sometime soon it would be gone, and sadness filled my heart. I had gotten Luke to convince my mother to let me not start chemo until the summer was over, give me a couple of normal months. It took along of convincing, but eventually she caved, she just wanted me to be happy.

I walked over to another wall and looked out the window, I found myself looking at the wall of the house next door, the bedroom was set up like mine, except the whole room had been decorated white on purpose, how weird. Soon enough exhaustion hit me, and I turned to walk to my bed to take a nap, but something caught my attention. A tall blonde had e tiered the bedroom of the house next door, his gold eyes met mine and I swear I felt something spark inside me. We stared for about a minute before I grabbed the curtain and dragged it across the 4 wall windows, enveloping my room in darkness.

Little did I know, this mystery guy would give me hope.