Esme's POV
Alice came out of the bathroom, face pale and damp with sweat. The new medication the doctors had prescribed her had vicious side effects. She had been vomiting all morning and wouldn't let me comfort her or clean up the bathroom.
"Can I get you anything honey?" I asked as Alice flopped back down onto the couch and moaned in pain. "Water? A blanket?"
"Just leave me alone Mom" she groaned and buried her face in a pillow. "My head hurts and my stomach hurts and I've lost five pounds this week. If you're going to do anything call my god damn doctor and get me off this god damn medication."
My heart sank knowing my 'daughter' was in pain. She wasn't actually mine. My husband Carlisle had her from a previous marriage but she felt like my own since she's been with me since she was about two years old.
"Alice," I sighed "you know you can't stop the medication until the bottle is gone and Dr. Gerandy checks to see if its working."
"Can't you see!" Alice cried with all the energy she had left. "No matter how many medications I try, none of them are going to work! Its not curable!" She broke down crying and curled into a ball.
About now is a good time to say what's wrong with Alice. She has these 'visions' as she calls them of the future. The doctors honestly think its schizophrenia, but Alice doesn't think so. It started happening when she was about nine and she would tell me all about these odd dreams she'd been having. A few months later Carlisle, being a doctor had it arranged for her to be checked out.
Ever since then its been doctor to doctor, medication to medication, hospital to hospital. We move around a lot because of this and right now we're in an apartment in Seattle. I know my daughter is in pain everyday because of all this but I want nothing more for her to get better. If this medication doesn't work we're going to see a new doctor. Which means moving again.
I look back at Alice. She had stopped crying and had fallen asleep. She looked so peaceful, for once not in pain. I grabbed the blanket that was draped over the top of the sofa and laid it over her. I kissed her forehead and left the room, not wanting to wake her now that she had finally escaped the nightmare that is her life.