Disclaimer: I don't own any of the twilight saga storys or characters. Lucky Stephenie Meyer does. (sob). But I do own the words in this fanfiction. Yay?

Full summary: Locked away in a cell, a young girl tries to keep herself alive. Her mind is broken, but was it a mental disease which caused it or the constant darkness she was thrown in, the drugs that are keeping her quiet? When no hope is left, will there be light? Some people have to be saved two times to get what they truly deserve of. A life. (NOT All Human, slightly AU in the end, nothing big)

Hope, Love and Lunatics

the story of Mary Alice Brandon

If you had to choose what color resembles your life, your existence, I would choose black. Not because I'm depressive or anything, no, it's because black is all I am ever going to see. Blackness is all around me and captures me inside, I feel it's chains on my wrists and ankles, forbidding me to escape.

Black is like oblivion, it makes you forget about everything else, everything besides the darkness that wraps around you like tear-proof fabric.

Black is all I know about, but it isn't what I want to know about. Questions like 'was there anything before the blackness?' or 'is it ever going to end?' always make me try to think and find out their answers, but I can't. It's black. If you would ask me how long I've been here, wherever I am, I wouldn't be able to give you a proper answer. It could be seconds, days or years and it still feels the same, it's black and dull and choking. It makes me insane, I could feel me losing myself more every second, I was slipping away. But how could I ever know how long a second lasts? Who was me, anyway? Was I part of this, the darkness? Did it belong to me? Was the world dipped in black, but what world was I talking about? What world, what life? Why me? What. Why.

Earth. Human. There it was, out of nowhere, two words, two answers?

So I was human, but was that such a difference? Knowing it, would that change a thing? As long as I was surrounded in blackness, nothing really mattered. Though my mind wanted answers for my open questions, my mind wanted to know, wanted to remember. It wanted to believe there's been better times.

My mind, my questions, me. Who was I? Was 'I' the little thing in my brain that wanted to know, or was it my body, my bruised limb body I wasn't able to move? Answers, surrounding me. They were disappointing, I had known all along, hadn't I? Was I really an insane mind, forgetting who and what I was? Was that the reason I was kept in the dark? Maybe, it was.

I was broken, I could feel it. Broken both mentally and physically. But, here comes the everlasting question, what caused my current state?

Broken bones need to be fixed. Humans are fixed in hospitals.

Was I in a hospital? Was I ill, had a disease? Or why was it always dark, so dark I couldn't make out a difference between closed and open eyes? Was I locked away, behind thick steel doors without a chance to escape? A cell. My cell. The word was oddly familiar to me, like I had heard it a few times too often.

'Take her back to her cell!,' a rough voice sneered.
'Throw her in her cell, make sure she stays unconscious.'
'Don't be afraid, sweetie. I'm just taking you to your cell.'

The last voice had a sickening false tone to it and made unbelievable mad. Why on earth did I have a cell? What did I do to deserve to be locked away? Criminals were locked away in prisons, someone once had told me. So if this was a prison, I had to be a criminal. But what was my crime, what did I do to deserve this? Locked away to protect the innocent. How ridiculous that sounded, as if I would hurt anyone. I simply wasn't capable of that. Right?

Again, I never could be sure.

Hey y'all! No, I'm not texan, I just need to get Jasper's accent streight. Ugh. Please correct me if write rubbish.
So, back to the story. As you see, I decided on writing Alice's sory. YAY. This is merely the prologue, but I really try on updating soon. Poor Alice doesn't even remember who she is :'(

And I know that I have a few (more than ya know about) storys unfinished. But a author does what she has to do, right? Get over it, guys, I'm definitly not abandoning any of them.

- Kora (Silvern Haze)

So, do you like it? Hate it? Are addicted? Want to throw it into the trash can yourself? TELL MEH :) (you know you want to.)