Warning: Violent accident ahead.

Clarissa's eyes stared dully out the window as the strains of her mother's Elvis music wafted from the speakers in the front of the car. Mounds of grey snow flew by as they sped past, the formerly pristine white stained into its ugly color by the collection of filth mixed into it. Winter was such an ugly season. It started out pure and cool, but, that was gone too quickly. After that, it just became wet and colder than was necessary. She hated it. She hated being bundled up against the cold and having to wear boots to keep her feet dry. Winter really was detestable, with its ugliness and lack of life. Snowy trees flashed by as well, splotches of dark greens and browns against the stained white.

She briefly looked up from the snowy scenery, tired of its dreariness, to see her father's silver hair over the top of his headrest. A cursory glance downward found her parents' hands entwined on the divider between the two front seats. A small smile pulled at Clarissa's lips as her eyes then slid over to the black violin case lying on the seat beside her. Detestable or not, this day could not be ruined. She was to play in a concert at her college, to demonstrate her skill with her violin. She dearly loved playing. Playing the violin enabled her, a natural introvert, to share her feelings a way that did not involve the terrors of speaking face to face. It was how she shared her soul.

A small hand patted the instrument case, drawing her gaze up to its owner. The small dark haired boy grinned at her, his eyes squinting as he displayed his missing teeth.

"You gonna play that weird dubstep stuff again, Clary?" he asked, absently running a hand over the violin case.

Clarissa frowned at him slightly, no appreciating her brother's use of the term 'weird' for the music she loved so much.

"It's not weird, Georgie. It's a beautiful fusion of two different styles of music."

Elvis crooned out the lyrics of "Love Me Tender" in the background as their parents exchanged a look of amusement, unnoticed by their children.

George laughed, patting the violin case.

"That's what you say every time."

She folded her arms and turned up her nose comically, causing him to grin broadly.

"You always make fun of it."

The two of them always got along best, despite their age difference of nearly ten years. Clarissa was supremely introverted and her brother had a form of high-functioning Asperger's, which caused him to be extremely socially awkward. They took solace in each other. Neither of them would judge the other. Clarissa enjoyed whatever made her brother happy, and George constantly tried to get involved with whatever Clarissa was doing in order to relate to her. The symbiotic relationship between them was one rarely seen between siblings with such an age difference.

"It's funny to watch you get mad about it," George giggled.

Clarissa smiled, reaching over to poke him in the side. He twisted, laughing.

"That's not nice, Georgie," she poked him again and he jumped, squirming about, "But, no, I'm playing classical music today."

George caught her hand before she could poke him again, squeezing it in his smaller ones.

"It doesn't matter what you play, Clary," he said, still calming from his giggles, "Everything sounds nice."

Clarissa chuckled, squeezing his hands back.

"Thanks. I'm glad you like it."

The younger sibling nodded earnestly, poking and giggling already forgotten.

"I love it when you play! You always look so happy."

"I am happy when I play," Clarissa's eyes dropped to the violin case briefly, "Hey, when we get home, I'll play something especially for you, okay?"

George's green eyes lit up excitedly and his grip on Clarissa's hand became almost painful as he leaned toward her.

"Really? Just for me? What is it?"

Clarissa smiled at his excitement, pulling the violin case into her lap with her free hand.

"Something I've been writing."

George gave a short, happy laugh. He was one of her biggest supporters when she was composing. He always gave her the confidence needed to write music.

"Awesome! You have to play it! As soon as we get home!"

The pages of music tucked into the violin music seemed to call to her as she glanced down at the case again. Mixed in with her performance music was the song she had written for George. It was while composing that she truly felt alive. When the music was hers and hers alone, not a recreation or performance of another's work. Just her soul poured onto a page, free and pure. She felt herself smiling as she gripped the case. All hers to share.

"Shit!"

The car jerked suddenly and George squeezed her hand so tightly that her bones ground together. She hardly noticed the pain as her head jerked up, eyes finding her father frantically turning the wheel in an attempt to avoid an oncoming pick-up truck that had slid into their lane. The car spun, dragged around by its back end, the truck honked loudly, swerving dangerously about. Neither was able to find traction on the icy road. Clarissa's mother gripped the handle above the door tightly. She cast her eyes back to find her children. Clarissa had instinctively pulled George closer, stretching their seatbelts as she gripped him tightly.

"Hang-"

The truck slammed into the front passenger's side. Metal shrieked and twisted, glass shattered. The car crumpled.

Time seemed to slow.

Clarissa screamed in surprise and fear, unable to do anything but watch as her mother jerked to the side, the crumpling door crushing into her. Her father gripped the wheel as the momentum slammed him sideways. Clarissa's head smashed into the window, whiplash sending it first forward and then back. Pain erupted from the contact point and her vision flickered dangerously. The airbags burst forth too late. George clung to her tightly. The collided cars skidded back across the ice until they slammed into the thick pines that lined the road, compounding the accident. The force of the second collision again slammed Clarissa's head back.

Everything went dark.

Hello, readers! I'm back with yet another story. I recently got back into the Heart no Kuni no Alice series and got the fiction bug, so, I busted something out. I don't really know where this is going since I do have another big project I'm working on (my Magi fic, 'Survivor and Seeker'). I really just wrote this to get the HnKnA bug out of my system so that it isn't harping on my brain while I'm trying to write SaS. Though, as my rebellious mind went and planned most of it out, I'm betting I'll end up writing it at some point.

I guess I'll do this: if you readers decide you want to know what happens and give me 10 or more reviews, I'll continue. This is one that I'm balanced on the edge about continuing (to continue or not to continue, that is the question). If there's enough interest, I'll go ahead and write it. If not, I'll leave it be (possibly).

I know I kinda come on strong with Clary's relationship with George, but, I figured that, as HnKnA is pretty cliché, a fic in that category would follow to be kind cliché. So, boom, lovable-and-vulnerable-little-brother-with-whom-the-main-character-has-a-strong-relationship no jutsu! As for Clary being possibly Sue-ish...

Guys...

The fic's based off an otome game where the characters are designed to all fall in love with the main character (the self insert) because it's in the 'rules' and not for any true liking of their own. That aside, I do try to write characters who are as realistic as possible. This one is actually kind of a mash-up of traits pulled from people I know, past OC's who never made it to publish-ment, and way too much Lindsey Stirling music (just for those who are curious).

Anywho, enough of me rambling.

Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you'd like to read more about Clary. Reviews are welcome, flames are not. I own Clary, George, their parents, their car, the truck, and my original plot.