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-Hey, Enjoy. Review for me. Title is pants, I know but I couldn't think of anything else D:

I don't own the Infernal Devices it belongs to Cassandra Clare.-

"We never made it to the start of the race, I guess I thought we would be saved..."Charlie Simpson Cemetary.

The wind howled though the small town. The thunder whipped the grey horizon. The water was twirling violently under the tall red stone cliffs. This was it. This was the end. Nobody had seen a storm this bad for decades. The scientists blamed it on global warming and the religious people blamed it on god's wrath at the modern ways of life. Tessa knew though. Tessa knew it was him. He was so impatient. She took a long gulp of the burning whiskey in her hand. She laughed once. It wasn't a pleasant sound. It hadn't been pleasant for a long, long time.

She looked at the 56 year old whiskey in her hand. Her Father would be more upset at her taking his prised whiskey opposed to her jumping into the stormy water below. She had always struggled with trying to be normal. She had never been comfortable being herself. She would always reinvent herself to be something she wasn't. Tessa didn't know who the real Tessa was. She knew she was a quiet girl that lived for her books. But other than that she didn't know. She had never been comfortable to be quiet around people; she had always been brash and loud around them. If she had them laughing with her, they weren't laughing at her. She had always been different.

Lightening cracked through the grey haze of the clouds and Tessa couldn't help but notice just how beautiful it was. She had always thought storms were beautiful. She thought about trying to conform for her family. Maybe her Mother would put of more time with her; her dad would treat her like Jessie's Dad treated her- a princess. She had been always been a disappointment to her parents. She could never conform, she was never the girl with a face of make-up and beautifully curled hair, and she was just there really. Trying to be someone she wasn't.

She knew he would be growing impatient. She had promised she would do it as soon as she saw the water. She would plunge in to the freezing North Sea. Let the freezing salty water fill her lungs and take her to him. The grumpy Victorian adolescence stuck. The same grumpy adolescence who loved her. With his piercing blue eyes and black thick curls that framed possibly the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Why he picked her of all the girls in the world to come and stay with him, she didn't know. She was just boring and a total plain Jane. She was only really good at reading books, you didn't get medals and parents love by just reading books. You had to be great like Nate. He was everything. The golden child. The perfect child. Blonde hair, blue eyes, sporty, musical, smart… yeah everything. Whereas Tessa was uncoordinated, brown hair, grey eyes, sounded like a cat was dying if she belted out a note, and an average grade puller. So it was easy to see why her parents adored Nate and sort of just tolerated her.

She pulled at her copper bangle; she held it in her trembling hand. The bangle Jem had bought her last Christmas. It was simple. It had been silver when he gave her it. Silver like his eyes he said. Silver so she would always have a bit of him once he died. She traced her fingers over the words inscribed. 'Live the life you have imagined. Dream' what was the life she had imagined? She supposed a little house, with an office with a typewriter full of her stories. Jem making pancakes in the morning and their child running about. She promised she would only ever have one child. That way there would never be a tag-along. That life would never happen now though. Jem was gone. She felt a sharp wind tug the bracelet away from her and throw it in the choppy, ominous sea. He really was a jealous fucker.

She cried out at the loss of her beloved bracelet. Her last physical reminder. She leaned her head back and screamed at him. Why was she doing this again? Because if Tessa killed herself, she could be with Jem maybe. She would at least see his short silver hair and matching eyes. Jem had left her though; he promised he would always be with her. Jem wasn't though was he? But she had him now. He promised her he wouldn't leave her like Jem had. He would keep her safe forever she just had to come to him.

He told her not to think of his appearance or name. Then they might find him. Then they would separate them. Forbid them from loving each other. She wondered who they were.

It was now. The rain battered at her small frame. She shivered against the cold wind surrounding her. She took the last gulp of whiskey. The liquid confidence coursed through her body. She rose up on the tips of her toes and smiled. She bounced on the balls of her feet throwing her arms back towards the sky and she pushed herself up off of the ground. For a second she was flying. Towards the open skies. But that wasn't the case. She started to plummet and of course gravity was pulling her down towards the cold salty water.

Tessa wouldn't see the flock of people rushing towards her. They had been there all along watching her slowly work up her courage to jump. She wouldn't hear her Mother scream as she fell. She wouldn't see her brother break through to try save her. All she would see is darkness, as she fell into the next realm. Life was just beginning for Miss Gray.

-A/N, Hey so that's it, I've left it so it would work as a one shot or I could easily continue. I have soo many plans I just want response to this. So Tessa is very fickle but don't hate her. Everyone changes.-