:'( I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!!!!!!

Alice's POV

I woke with a start when the lights flickered on. I lay on my back for a few minutes while I fully woke.

I glanced at the built-in wall clock to my right. It was 8:02 A.M.

I kicked the white comforter off of myself and stood to stretch. I walked to the small wooden dresser in the corner of my room and gathered my all white clothes.

Quickly I stepped into the bathroom adjoining my bedroom and got in the shower. Thirty minutes later I was dressed in my white attire and brushing my teeth.

I walked back to my room and threw my white pajamas down the laundry chute. I grabbed my hair brush of the top of my dresser and pulled it through my knotted short black hair.

By 8:55 A.M., I was ready for Miss Rosalie to come and take me to breakfast.

I had five minutes to kill so I went and sat on my lumpy bed. I sighed. I hate being trapped in this asylum.

My door suddenly opened.

Blond and petty, Miss Rosalie walked in. The way she walked made you think she was on a runway. Though she wore the same white nurse outfit as all the other nurses, she seemed to pull it together better. Her eyes were a deep blue, like mine when I didn't have a vision for a week.

"Hey Alice." She smiled, flashing her perfect teeth.

"Hey Miss Rose." I still hadn't looked up.

"Ready to eat?" She asked.

"Mm hmm." I replied.

I got off the bed as Miss Rosalie took my hand like I was two. I wasn't. I was fourteen. I didn't pull away because I knew the nurses were required to hold our hands everywhere we went.

Miss Rosalie held my hand all the way to the cafeteria. I waited in line to get my white mush that was served breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I got my food and began walking to my usual table. Where I sat. Always. Alone. About halfway there, I froze, mid-step. My eyes snapped shut. I became an immobile stone.

From an outsider, this would look very odd. A four

teen year old girl, not moving, in the middle of the cafeteria floor with a tray in her hands. Just standing there. But to everyone here, excluding the nurses, this was normal.

For me at least.

In my mind, I wasn't some crazed psychic girl that had been trapped in an asylum eight years due to her parent's death.

I was Alice , a lonely psychic girl who had lost the people she loved and was now to afraid to get close with anyone, for fear something would happen to them.

As I stood there, on the cafeteria floor, I saw a vision dance across my eyes.

I sit at my table, and a tousled, bronze-haired boy with green eyes sits beside me. Behind him, I notice a brown hair, sickly looking girl. She stares at me. Her face is a mask of hatred and anger. When I look at her, I swear her lips twitch. She stares me down and the envisioned me shivers. The boy speaks. "Alice, are you okay?" I look at him. "Yes Edward, I'm fine." When Edward looks doubtful, I say "It's nothing. Just some psychotic girl looking at me." Edward turns to where the girl sits. "Oh my gosh..." He says, shocked.

Then the vision ended. I walked to my table and quickly ate the flavorless mush on my tray.

As I chewed, I remembered the look that girl gave me. It gave me the creeps. She gave me the creeps. Though I'd never admit it, I was afraid of her.

As I pondered these thoughts, my eyes wandered, stopping on the girl for my vision. She had her back to me. Just then, here nurse walked over.

I only caught a few words the nurse said. "...go, Isabella?" Isabella looked up at the nurse, hatred in her eyes. "Bella." She corrected in a cold, hard voice.

The nurse looked afraid. "Y-yes Bella." She stammered.

So her name was Bella.

Sometime later, Miss Rosalie came over and took my tray. Then she walked me to my room.

"Thirty minutes, Alice." She said, as usual, and left me alone in my room. I decided I didn't want to record my vision in my 'vision journal' now.

When we come to the asylum, we get a journal we must record in. In my journal, I have to write down all the visions I get. Then Miss Rose would give it to the 'doctor' who supposedly helped cure us. His name was Carlisle.

Carlisle wasn't giving me 'treatment' toady, so I would write in it after my lesson, taught by Miss Rosalie.

The rest of the day flew by. Before I knew it, the lights were out.

The day had seemed like two hours, not twelve.

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