I don't own Twilight...only the idea for this story.

Yeah I wanted ot do this story for a while, actually. I'll go mroe into detail of this story adn what it's about later. Please review!

Safe and Sound

"Hello, Alice."

His smooth fingers traced the outline of my jaw, resting behind my head as his golden eyes stared back into mine.

"I've missed you."

"Alice!"

I jumped at the sound of my name, my parents glaring down at me. They never seemed to smile when I was around…they'd smile around Cynthia- my little sister, but not at me. Not that I wanted them to. I hated them just as much as they hated me.

"What?" I demanded, taking a large bite out of my bagel.

"Pay attention when we talk to you!" my father snapped, his blue eyes like daggers.

Not that he scared me anymore.

"I'm gonna be late for the game. And I have to pick up Cynthia. Can't talk." I muttered, already beginning to feel nauseated. I stood, grabbed my purse and headed out toward the door.

The drive to Cynthia's school was a short and silent, my mind replaying my vision over and over again. Not many people knew this, but I could see the future. My parents knew and I think that's why they hated me…but I was rarely wrong.

Not always a good thing.

"Allie!"

Cynthia ran up to me, her short arms wrapping around my knees. She was six and already half my height, but I was always a short person, so it didn't surprise me at all. I picked her up and hugged her; Cynthia was…really…the only reason I had to keep fighting. She was like my little girl, my baby.

"How was your day?" I asked quietly as not to disturb the others around me.

"Boring." She pouted, "But it's better now." She gave me a wet kiss on the cheek before I set her down and led her out to the car.

Once I had dropped Cynthia off at home, I picked Bella up from her house and made our way to the school to watch the football game. It was a tradition of some sorts I guess you could say. We'd never miss a football game.

"No…no…no! Oh c'mon! That was-! Ah, forget it!" Bella snapped, our team getting a five yard penalty.

"Bells, we're ahead by fifteen points." I muttered, tugging on her arm so she'd sit back down.

That's when I felt it, the intense nausea followed by the constricting of my heart. I winced and set my head in my hands, my hearing fading.

"Alice…don't…man…Alice…with me!"

Bella?

"I've missed you."

He gently caressed my face, his lips twitching up into a soft smile.

"You're so beautiful, Alice."

Last year, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Due to my small size, the doctors didn't think I would last any more than a month, but I'd proven them wrong. But this was the worse it's ever gotten. The pain had never been this terrible, too weak to even muster some kind of rational thought.

Would I really die then? In public? Surrounded by my peers?

And Cynthia. What would happen to her?

"Hang in there!' someone shouted.

Why was he shouting? What had I done wrong? I'm sorry.

"Bells...don't…she'll…fine."

"She's leaving!"

"Don't let go, Alice…you're needed here." He whispered, brushing his lips against mine. "I need you, darlin'."

"Come on…back!"

"Wake up, Alice…wake up…this is all just a bad dream…wake up, love. Don't keep sleeping…wake up."

"Not today…please, God…don't…her…today."

"Wake up, Alice. For me…I can't lose you, Alice."

I opened my eyes.

"Don't ever let go…you're safe…just don't let go. I can't lose you. I love you, darlin'."

Yeah that's it! Sorry this is so short! PLease review!