:.:author's note:.:
eh. it's been a very long time since I actually written a fanfiction. and it's my first time writing a TwilightCentric fanfiction. i love the series and thought it would be appropiate to make a fanfiction. Alice is one of my favorite characters and thought that a fanfiction would be appropiate. i am working on other projects, but i thought this might clear my mind.
i need a beta reader. please help.
-mimi
.visions.
by: my lips are cherry scented
(-&-)
i hear voices,
see faces of people---whom i have yet to meet
and yet i know, i shall meet them
it's scary for people(but not to me, like it used to be)
(-&-)
:.:Chapter 00: Prolouge:.:
People have special gifts.
(they just don't know it or
the gift doesn't reach it's full potential)
Mary Alice Brandon was not an exception. The difference, however, was that she knew about her gift since she able to speak and it had reached her full potential by the time she was fifteen years old. She was able to see people through her eyes, events that were in the process of happening, hear voices in her sleep.
Vivid imagery in her thoughts provided were in vibrant colors opposed to the black and white of newspapers, movies, and other people's dreams. She didn't know of how she was able to see such things because for some apperrent reason---all of the imagery, the voices ended up coming true and for that reason she was scared. She tried ignoring all the images in her head, hoping that they would stop.
But it didn't.
Some of the images that were put in head weren't just of whether she was getting birthday presents or if her parents were in another fight(her father had tendencies to cover her mother in bruises and force her into tears after drinking too much whiskey, sometimes her would try to "dance" with the crying woman to comfort her.), but of pain, fear, hurt, screaming and shouting, people killing themselves, dolls being burned into a crisp. Her heart started bleeding every time she thought about those images being in play in her mind, the supposedly safest place in the human body.
Sometimes when she was in deep thought, tears came to her eyes. Bitter and warm, her father would wonder what was wrong and try to comfort her. She had to lie. Make up silly lies so she wouldn't be considered ill. (she wasn'till, but she wasn't normal either.) Then her father would dry her tears and convince her not to cry.
It was forlorn of how she couldn't tell anybody of her gift, in fear that it would portrayed as a curse. In her eyes, it wasn't a curse. It most likely was a calling of some sorts, to be able to see into the future. Despite all the horrible images that were occasionally placed into her head, she though this was more of a blessing to have visions. It makes her open her eyes to things that are portrayed as perfect and look closer. It makes her feel what other people are feeling at that time. It makes her look deeper into people's hearts.
However that gift in other people's are not a blessing in disguise---but an illness. If they were ever to find out, people would think she was possesed by the devil and send her to an asylum to "cure" her.
Knowing this, she laughs only quietly and keeps this "gift" to herself.
No one will ever know.
:.:author's note:.:
please review and tell me if i made alice OOC. this supposed to take place preTwilight and that is why i made this prolouge.
