Authors Note :D : Hey everyone. This is my second fan fiction, so please be nice. I would really love a Beta Reader's critique. Read and Review!!! 3 Caity Cullen!!! P. S. I don't own Twilight, or Alice and Jasper, Stephenie Meyer does. I know; everyone wants to be Stephenie!! You rock Steph!!
1921, APOV
I was patient, willing. I had been waiting to come out of that room for seven years. My parents didn't care about me, I knew that. I would never be good enough for them, not when I had the visions of the future. I wanted out so I could see my sister, Cynthia. She knew about me, but she had never seen me and I had never seen her. She was seven now, born the year my parents confined me to my room.
Cynthia loved me. She would talk to me through the door when my parents weren't home. I held small things very dearly. One of the things I would always remember was her birthday wish last year. Cynthia had come to me late at night when my mother and father were asleep and told me all about her birthday party.
"Mary Alice," she said. "Mother told me that if I thought of a wish before I blew out the candles on my cake that it would come true. Do you know what I wished for Mary Alice?" she had said.
"No, what did you wish for Cynthia?" I asked.
"Here's what I said. I said, Dear birthday-wish-granting people, I don't wish for something for myself, but for my beloved sister, Mary Alice. I wish she was happy," Cynthia said. I was crying. I knew she could hear me. "What's wrong Mary Alice?"
"Cynthia, thank you so much, you spent your birthday wish on me," I cried. Cynthia laughed.
"You're welcome Mary Alice," she said.
Another thing I cherished was a drawing she had slipped under my door. She had taken a crayon and drawn four stick figures. Three had triangles, that I assumed were supposed to be dresses, on them and the other had a shirt and pants. Under one girl she put her name, but she spelled it Cinthia. Under another she put Mary Alice, but spelled it Mari Alis. And under the third and forth she put Muther and Dady.
I had the picture hanging on the wall by my bed. The only thing I wanted in the whole wide world was to see my only sister. I wanted to see her, only once if that was all I could get. I waited and waited to get out of that room to see her. She pleaded my mother and father to let me out, but they always said, 'When she can behave.' That hurt me. It hurt me that they would not let me see my sister and it hurt me that they did not love me.
1921, JPOV
I was a monster. I had been fighting alongside Maria for almost fifty years. I took a liking to one of the new newborns, Peter. He was smart, kind, and an outstanding fighter. I knew Maria would keep him for a long time, just like me. I was Maria's pet. Her most beloved soldier. If she lost me, she would lose a great deal.
Peter grew stronger as he grew older. He was a highly advanced fighter and very… civilized. He did not like to fight. We became as close as brothers. It was a few months after I met Peter that he ran.
We had been assigned to dispose of the newborns that were outgrowing their strength. The night had been long and it was taking its treacherous toll on poor Peter. He hated the job. I had asked him if he wanted me to finish up so he could go back to camp but he refused.
I called out the next newborn and suddenly, Peter got very angry. He shot a pleading glance at me and then looked to the newborn that had just come to us. She was small, and had bright orange hair. She was very pretty.
"Run Charlotte!" he yelled. Then, they were gone. I didn't chase after them like I should have. If my dear brother Peter wanted to leave then he could. I knew I would be punished, but not too harshly, for she wanted me strong and ready to fight. I finished up and then returned to camp to report to Maria of the loss of one of the best fighters.
