Hi again guys! I hope you guys liked the prologue. It was more of a flash forward really. Now were taking a step back to the beginning.
Oh and also, the song "Never Knew I Needed" By Ne-Yo inspired this story.
Gasping, Clary sat up in her bed and looked at the clock. It read 4:30. Damn, she thought, another one. She could still see that golden color. After that encounter with that boy, Jace, a few days ago the dreams had become more frequent. Not that she even knew this guy. As soon as he let go of her, she lost all the memories she thought she had gotten back.
Still sweaty and shaking she got out of bed. She knew that going back to bed would give her another dream. "Talk about sleepless nights," she muttered.
She didn't want to tell anyone, not wanting them to worry. But that guy was just so familiar, but now she couldn't remember why.
She thought back to their encounter, when he heard her say his name. His face morphed into a look of panic and he dashed off. After a few glances back at her, he disappeared. She wondered why he just took off. I mean it was pretty creepy that I knew his name, she thought to herself. I would run away too.
But under that panicked looked, she saw recognition. So he must have known her right? But she had never seen him before in her life.
Slowly, dragging her feet, she walked over to her window. That summer in New York it was dreadfully hot. The heat was oppressive and most people didn't go outside unless it was absolutely necessary. The nights however were much nicer. Most of the streets around where she lived were quiet at this time of night, but that didn't prevent the rest of the city from being awake. As usual, there was lots of hustle and bustle in the city just before dawn.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Startled, she nearly jumped out of her chair, instinctively reaching out toward her neck for something that wasn't there. It was such a natural gesture that she didn't even realize she did it most of the time.
With a sigh, she trudged to her alarm clock, shut it off and got dressed for school.
Beep! Beep! Beep! When Jocelyn heard her daughter's alarm clock, she called out "Clary, time to get ready for school!" In reply she heard, "Okay, Mom!" Sighing, she too got out of bed, dragged on paint splattered overalls and a t-shirt, and walked into the cramped kitchen of their apartment.
At exactly seven o'clock, there was a knock and Simon poked his head into the kitchen. He had grown his hair out long to hide the mark and he no longer wore glasses that had often perched on the bridge of his nose, instead telling Clary that he now preferred to wear contacts. This of course wasn't the case, but the Clave had forbidden him from revealing himself to her.
"Oh, hi Simon. Want some cereal?" Jocelyn asked him, trying to make it sound normal. "No, Ms. Fray. Thanks though," replied Simon and then in a hushed whisper, "Did it happen again last night?" "Yes, but I don't think she knows why which is good. I'm really hoping I don't have to call Magnus to strengthen the block. It's gotten worse. It happens multiple times a night now. What are we going to do?" Jocelyn asked quietly, afraid to alert her daughter. Then they heard footsteps coming down the hallway and soon enough Clary appeared at the threshold of the kitchen, looking slightly sleepy. "Morning Mom. Hey Si, did you get Mr. T's cell project done yet? I totally have some…" and Jocelyn tuned them out, returning to her previous thoughts as she made coffee.
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