A/N: I shouldn't be starting a new story..I have The Oddball to finish but...but I just HAVE to write this idea or I'll explode! Oh, and no offense to any religious people about the end of the prologue. It's a just a story and I respect all beliefs, even if mine is weird :P Because this is my life.

I'll admit now, it's not the most ORIGINAL of ideas but it's something that I daydream about CONSTANTLY, and I hope that my take on it will be, if not original, than enjoyable. And one more thing, I am a HUGE Tessa/Will fan BUT I 3 Jem too and it breaks my heart to think of either of them sad so..this is my compromise.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Infernal Devices, Cassandra Clare does, but everything else is mine :)

Prologue:

I worry sometimes that I am a bitch. A selfish ingrate who refuses to be happy with what she has, even though others would kill for it.

But then I think, 'Nahh, I'm just a dreamer.'

Well let me just say, for the record, that being a dreamer SUCKS.

You look in the mirror and wonder where your raven black curls are or why your eyes are plain old hazel instead of emerald-green. The bit of chub on your stomach is easy enough to whisk away in your head but in the real world? Forget it. It's not going anywhere.

And then there's everyone else.

I've been waiting for my Prince Charming since I was six and I'll admit, I'm getting a little fed up with wondering when the hell he's going to show up cause eleven years is a long time to wait.

Oh, of course there are people around town and at school, BOYS I mean but..seriously? They just never compare to the visions in my head but maybe that's because I am a firm believer that my true love does not sag his pants and the experiences I have are so dull, so mundane. It's infuriating.

I guess that's why I love books so much. Because things HAPPEN to people in them. They have crazy, awesome adventures, they fall in love and they get their hearts broken. That's what I want. It may sound crazy or cliché or fake but I would rather get my heart-broken than keep on living like this because then at least I would feel something.

As it is, I don't feel anything. Just a monotonous, vacant numbness towards everything around me. I drift through my day, iPod blasting in my ears wishing for a fairy tale ending that I'm finally beginning to realize will never come. Not in this life.

I always liked to think that when I died, I would be able to 'enter' the books I loved so much. To become a part of their stories, their worlds.

But I wasn't quite right.

You see, when you die you get to do what makes you happy, whether that's drifting in heaven and meeting all your ancestors or, like me, finally getting to live outside the norm.

So this story is both a tragedy and my very own fairytale. It's the story of a girl who almost dies in a terrible car crash before she has even begun to live..and the adventures of that same girl in the world of Cassandra Clare. The world of Shadowhunters.