Who am I? *A Mortal Instruments Fanfic*

Revealed

My eyes open and I'm still met with blackness. I think it's the middle of the night. I check my watch. The small orange light appears and it says 6:26. Great. I try and go back to sleep, but I can't. I groan inwardly and search for my kindle. I look on the bedside table first and it's still there. I creep over, not wanting to wake Jace. I grab my kindle and I glance over. Jace is sleeping. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

I stroke his hair and then trace my way down one arm, following the runes and scars along his arm, to his fingers where I lightly dance across the back of his hand and his knuckles. One hand was turned up, so I lightly touch his palm. I turn the brightness down and read. The room starts to get a little brighter. I am playing some games, having gotten bored with reading. The sun starts to filter through the curtains. The sunlight shines on Jace's golden hair, making it look like a glowing lion's mane. I hear a movement and I see Jace has rolled over, his eyes blinking blearily in my direction. "Hi there, sleepy." I tease. He notices my kindle. "How long have you been up?"

"About an hour."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You've had to deal with me for the last two days. You've been training me for the last two days. You deserve rest."

"I had the weirdest dream. Well, it wasn't a dream, it was black in my head but it felt like someone was messing with my hair, face, and hands. I know it wasn't a dream and I KNOW it wasn't the Lightwoods."

"Are you sure it wasn't your head?" I try and steer him away for the sheer fact I am embarrassed. "Give it up. I know it was you."

"Sorry" I mutter, more embarrassed. "It's ok, I didn't mind. I don't mind." That surprises me. "Since its Sunday, the Lightwoods take advantage of sleeping in, so we can move you over."

"I noticed I have lots of Shadowhunter gear in my suitcase. Care to explain?"

"I may have put some in your suitcase while you were sleeping last afternoon."

"That's what I thought." I pull out my suitcase and zip it up. He pokes his head out the door, "Come on." I walk into the room. It looks like it has never been used. It seems to me made for me, a pale blue is on the walls, not to girly and not to dark, and the bed sheets were dark brown with a medium blue. The floor consists of a light tile "It's perfect. I love it."

"Good. I picked all this out and painted it. I've been watching you. I know your styles. I've actually been expecting you."

"You have?" He nods sheepishly and runs a hand through his hair. "I've been hoping you were a Shadowhunter since I first saw you. I think you remember." Glancing over, his golden eyes seem to flash and the world disappears.

I'm back in second grade, in the lunch room. I look around and see a boy, my age, and we lock eyes. I try and ask my friends if they see him, but they don't. I continue watching me. My friends drag me outside. I hope I lost him, then I see him again, sitting on a rock, just watching. I ask my friends again, but they ignored it. I glance back and see the boy is gone.

Another day, I'm in the fourth grade. For two years I have seen the boy with golden hair and eyes, with black gear. The crystal things are sticking from his back. I'm not hanging with my friends while I'm at recess. I walk over to the ditch and sit down trailing my fingers in the rocks. I hear no steps has the boy sits. "Hello." A cool voice says. I start, and see the boy sitting next to me. "Who are you?" I demand.

"I am Jace. You can see me?" He asks, surprised. I nod. "I know you! I saw you in second grade! And a lot recently." I reply. "Oh. I didn't know. How are you?" He changes the subject. I tilt my head back and forth. He starts to talk to me. Just asking me how I like it here, what it's like here. He tells me he's home schooled so he doesn't know. My friends come. "Chloe? Who are you talking to?" One of them asks. "You don't see him?" I ask. They shake their heads. I let my shoulders sag. "I have to go. I'll be around though." Jace walks away, and sits at the top of the ditch, watching. "Bye, Jace." I reply. The bell rings. My friends walk over to the lines. I walk over to him. "Thank you." I mutter and walk away.