Who am I? *A Mortal Instruments Fanfic*

Make Them Stop

For weeks, every night the dreams continue, and every night I wake up as I did the first three. Panicked, screaming, tossing turning, the sheets in tangles, and the three in my room. I don't write down any new dreams, for they are always the same three. I walk into French and I sit down in my seat. I put my head into my arms. Every time I close my eyes, images flash behind my eyes lids.

"Hello? Are you alive?" I familiar voice asks. I pick my head up and nod. "Sure. If you count the fact I haven't slept in three weeks." I mutter. "Why?" Jared asks again. "Why do you think? Same reason I told you three weeks ago. The same dreams. Over and over. Even when I'm awake, they're always here." I say. "They can't be that bad." Jared states. I pull out my magenta book. I shove it into his hands. "Here." I state.

He puts the book down and stares at me. "This is what you see? This is how bad they are?" I nod, taking the book from his hands. "Now you understand?" I ask. He merely nods. "I'm sorry, I wish I had known, or else I wouldn't have made fun of you. This is serious. You should get help." He states. "I've tried everything. Nothing works." I whine.

After school, I don't bother to say hi. I just walk into my room and stare at my tangled bed sheets I don't even bother to fix. I sit down and put my head into my hands. the door opens. I don't even look up. I already know who it is. They sit on the bed. "Thanks for saying hi." They state. I keep my head in my knees, which are drawn up to my chest. "Come on. Look up." They ask. I poke my eyes out.

Sitting there, is Jace. "I promise, no dreams will come. This must be just a phase. It'll pass." He states. I pick my head out of my knees. "What if it's not?" I demand. I flop onto my stomach and bury my head into my arms. "It is. It just has to be." He refuses to believe that this might not be. "Just go to sleep, I'm right next door should anything happen, got it?" Jace asks. I nod and sit up. We go to the training room where I just review. I review everything that I've been working on.

I've pinned my best friend Sophie to the black void that seems to settle for the ground. I have an evil smirk plastered onto my face. "Ari, what are you trying to do?" Sophie tries to wriggle out, but I've got her pinned, no way of escaping. I pull out a dagger. The sapphire one Jace first gave me. "Ari-" She starts but stops as I put it up to her arm. I dig it into her flesh. She screams.

I then drag it under the first two layers of her skin. I drag it down the length of her arm. Blood pours out on either side as she screams for me to stop. My minds knows this is wrong, but my hands just keep going. Once I get to her wrists, I stop. Then I move around her arm and start again.

I repeat the slow, torturing, methodic rhythm until her arm skin is in piles next to me, and blood his flowing out like a river of red. I slowly dig the knife, now spattered with her blood, into her throat. As she screams, blood gurgles in her throat as I take the knife across her neck. The last thing I hear, before she's gone to the world, is my name. She tumbles through the floor.

The next body shows up under me, pinned to the floor. My hands are red with my best friends blood, and soon to be the next person's as well. I gasp when I see who it is my hands will kill next as my mind watches helplessly. My mother. Without another thought, my hands start to move with precision. The same rhythm as before, I now use on my mother. I scream at the fact I am tormenting her and my hands aren't stopping.

I continue the same process to everyone I hold near and dear my heart, while all I can do is scream as nothing I say, or think will stop. My hands are red from everyone that I love who has died and tumbled through my hands lost to the world. One mundane face almost stops me. Jared's. "Ari. You don't have to do this. This isn't you. Don't do it. Please." He pleads. For a moment, I almost do it. I almost don't kill him. But I shake my head and whisper into his ear.