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APOV
Carlisle and Esme, my adoptive parents, had sent Edward and me each to our rooms for a 'talk'. We hadn't done anything wrong recently so we were confused as to what it was about. Across the hall I heard Edward yelling and something break. I couldn't make out what they were saying.
After ten minutes, I heard footsteps behind my door, followed by Carlisle and Esme quietly coming in. They sat on my bed next me and I looked in confusion at teary-eyed Esme.
"Look, sweetie, we have to talk. I need you to hear us out, please Alice." Esme said through tears.
"Your visions of the future aren't normal. You can't stay here. You need help." Carlisle said slowly.
I sat back on my bed, dumbstruck. "W-wh-what?" I stammered. I knew they believed me but I never imagined them sending me away!
"Its for the best and its only temporary! St Ivey's Mental Asylum and Rehabilitation Treatment Center for Youth is a wonderful place! Carlisle has been there to perform checkups on the patients and he agrees. They don't perform any types of experiments on patients like some do. Treatment is purely psychological, through therapists." Esme said. It sounded very rehearsed to me.
I couldn't believe this. I was going to a MENTAL INSTITUTION! It sounded awful and I was only fourteen! I couldn't go alone to some strange place with a bunch of loonies!
"You're sending me AWAY?" I screamed. "To an ASYLUM? A MENTAL INSTITUTION FOR CRAZY PEOPLE? I am NOT crazy!"
"We know you're not, sweetie! And neither is Edward, but you both need help. It won't be permanent." Carlisle said with his unnatural calm.
Wait- Edward was going? He was fifteen and could read minds. I felt bad for both of us but I was also glad I wouldn't be alone.
I lay back on my bed and cried for what seemed like hours. I felt the bed shift as Carlisle and Esme got up and left. When I had no more tears I thought hard about my past.
My first vision was of my real parents beating my little sister, Cynthia when she broke a vase. I could feel the pain form the beating for ajust a small thing, a mistake any six year old could make. I was scared for Cynthia. I was nine at the time and that night I snuck into Cynthia's room and convinced her to run away with me. I had packed everything we needed and we were about to leave when Cynthia knocked over a chair.
My father came downstairs quickly with a gun in his hands. We stood at the front door, shaking. He wasn't stupid and quickly figured out we were running away. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my room. He yelled at me for what seemed like hours. He called me ungrateful for running away. He called me the devil for taking my sister. For the next week, I had one water bottle and a loaf of bread totally to eat and drink. I was confined to my room and missed school. Luckily, Cynthia wasn't punished and I couldn't have been more thankful.
The next day I awoke to a bucket of water on my face. Father said it was a wakeup call and shower in one. He told me to get dressed then get into the car. I did as he said and we didn't speak until he dropped me off at an orphanage. After checking me in, he said, "Your mother would've been disgusted with you." The words were a slap in the face. My mom had died in a car crash the year before and I knew he was lying. For the next year I bounced around from foster home to foster home until I ended up with Carlisle and Esme.
At ten, I was happy to have someone to finally trust. I told them every time a vision came. I also told my new brother, Edward about them and he told me about his mind reading ability.I was finally in a good home and couldn't be happier. So today's events definitely came as a shock.
I knew they thought it was best and that they still loved me but I felt betrayed. I tried to keep a good face on until September 1st, the date we were leaving came. Esme cooked our favorite meals and spoiled us during the last month before we were going.
Finally it was the day Edward and I were officially patients at St Ivey's Mental Asylum and Rehabilitation Treatment Center for Youth.