A/n: I wrote this for an assignment in my English class.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. I'm just writing what I think happened when Alice got turned.
Alice's POV
I breathed in slow, even breaths. The everyday sounds of the asylum reached my ears, and I flinched. The horrific moans and wails, the whispers of the schizophrenics, and the anxiety of the agoraphobic, bellowed through the hallways.
"Mary Alice…" a voice whispered, sliding open the hatch to reveal a tiny strip of light.
I shifted my eyes to meet his and he smiled.
"Your dinner." he muttered, sliding it through a lower hatch and leaving.
I looked back at my feet. At least, what I thought was my feet. It was so dark… I couldn't tell.
A low hiss echoed from outside. I looked around; there couldn't be anyone in my cell, the door had been shut since I arrived.
"You smell so sweet." a voice hissed.
I swallowed hard and tried to hold in my hysterics. "Who's there?" I managed to mumble.
Suddenly, I was in someone's arms. We were running extremely fast . Then, as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. A vision.
"No!" another voice shouted, swinging the door open. Light filled the room and I shrunk away.
"Back away! She is- mine."
When one pounced, I was grabbed by the other and carried through the a dark hallway. There I witnessed my vision again, but in real.
"I'm sorry you had to be put through this darling. It will be over soon." the man whispered. He stopped running and set me down on a table. "Don't be scared."
I looked at his face then. His eyes were the ones I had seen earlier; the nice one who gave me food. His eyes, black- were quite frightening.
"Mary Alice Brandon," he whispered as he wrote, "deceased."
What would happen to me?"
Something started pounding on the door and growled.
The man glanced at the door and back at me. His cool hands brushed my neck and a sharp pain soon followed. A trail of fire pulsed through my veins and I collapsed on the table.
"No! How dare you steal my meal!" the other man's voice boomed.
I wailed in pain, but they ignored me.
There were growling sounds and it was quiet.
I opened my eyes abruptly and looked around. "Where am I?" My voice echoed, but no one answered.
Suddenly, I was in a different room; a man walked in dressed with southern-looking clothing and glanced at me. He lifted his hat slightly off of his head and bowed. Then, I was back in the previous room. Another vision.
I got off the table and walked to the door. The doorknob crumpled in my hand when I reached for it. I'll take the window. I muttered to myself, and I did.
How utterly confusing this was. Should I go back? Hell, I wasn't sure what I would be going back to. The only thing I knew I had to do, was find the man from my latest vision. Maybe he could tell me-
Interrupting my reverie, another room was thrust upon me. Five figures sat across from me, tall, pale-skinned, with topaz eyes. They were all very beautiful. Down deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew I had to meet up with the other man and find them.
I searched far and wide for the diner from my vision. When I did find it, I sat there day and night, waiting. Just when I thought of giving up, he strolled through the doors.
"You've kept me waiting for a long time." I smiled, walking up to him.
He lifted his hat slightly off of his head and bowed. "I'm sorry ma'am."
I held out my hand, and he took it. His eyes glittered with what he explained later as hope.
We spent the next hour discussing what we were. The word vampire had me breathing uneven. The man, Jasper Whitlock, knew an awful lot, and he agreed to go with me to meet the family.
A young man found us wandering in a forest just outside the city of Forks, Washington. I recognized him from my vision. Carlisle. He took us back to his home and met up with the others.
"This is Alice and Jasper." he announced proudly. "Welcome to Forks. This is my family."
"Hello Rosalie, Esme. Oh, Carlisle where are Emmett and Edward?" I asked.
"Well," he stuttered, "hunting."
Jasper spread a good feeling through the hand placed on the small of my back, and we knew we were home.
"So," I smiled, looking around. "Which room is mine?"
