"What the f*** happened" I screamed. Glass shattered from my window was thrown all over my room and my brother sat in the middle of it. I surround him like a perfect circle. His eyes were glazed over as he looked into something that didn't exist. He started to walk towards me in menacing steps. "Hello Clary" he said. "What's wrong with you," I replied. "Nothing, absolutely nothing" he whispered so softly I had to strain my ears just to hear him. He started to produce a knife from pocket. It glittered in the light streaming from the lamp. It handles held strange markings that i have never seen before. I started backing away unsure of what to do. He continued getting closer to me until I was pressed against the wall. I put the knife ever so slightly against my throat like he was trying to savor the moment. He pulled his arm back like he was aiming at my chest and struck..... "Gasp, Ack, Gasp" I woke up startled and reaching for a breath. I was covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I felt so terribly alone. Another one of my night terrors I thought. But I was wrong, I usually am. This was real but I didn't know that. I knew nothing at that time.