Disclaimer: My goal in life is to build a time machine, go back in time, and write Twilight before Stephenie Meyer does… until then, Stephenie owns everything.

Cynthia POV

April 14, 1920

Mary Alice Brandon, daughter of Anna and Paul Brandon, disappeared late last night. Mary Alice and her sister, Cynthia went on a walk in the forest right outside of their hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi. Cynthia told our reporters, "Mary Alice and I were taking a walk through the Columbine Forest on our way to one of our favorite spots in all of Biloxi when Mary Alice went off to look for something by herself. We agreed to meet by a big cedar stump, but she never showed up."

A statewide search warrant has been sent out for a Mary Alice Melanie Brandon. She has shoulder-length black hair and fair skin. She is 4'10'' and 18 years old. If not found within the week, Mary Alice will be presumed dead.

April 17, 1920

Mary Alice Brandon, who disappeared on April 13, was found today, dead. After an autopsy was performed, it was determined that she died of a shattered skull. Doctors are guessing that she tripped over something and hit her head on a stump.

A closed casket ceremony will be held on April 24 at the Marymoor Funeral Home. The Brandon family has made no comment at this time.

I sighed as I put down the two article clippings that I had kept in my purse. I was traveling to the "hospital" in which my sister had been put into a little over a year ago.

I have not seen Mary Alice since my parents and I had taken her to the asylum. I missed her; my parents did not. They abandoned her as soon as she started telling us what was going to happen. They got scared, sent her to the asylum, and never thought about her again. They buried all the pictures of her and burned all of her clothes. I was able to steal away her favorite childhood doll, and I dug up all the pictures of her. I had not given up hope that she was crazy.

"We're here miss." The cab driver called back to me. I sighed; I guess I couldn't deprive Mary Alice any longer.

"Thank you, sir." I paid the fare and hopped out of the cab. The building in front of me appeared warm and homey, but I knew what was actually inside. Torture and pain, all of which Mary Alice had endured. I had to help her.

A/N: That was Chapter 1 of Cynthia's story. More to come!!! R&R

P.S. I'm still gonna keep writing My Wydra, but I usually work on multiple things at once, so I will probably be writing three or four things at a time.