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Prolougue
No one's Pov
"How is she?" A tall jet black man asked the shorter red head woman as they walked down a dark hall way to a large set of double doors.
"Not well. She's absolutly crazy this one George." The woman answered just as they reached the door and walked inside. The room was plain white with nothing in it at all. An asylum. In the top left hand corner a young girl at the age of 17 sat. Her arms wrapped aroung her legs pulling them up to her chest as she rocked back and forth as if she was afraid.
"Bella? Is there something wrong?" George asked the young girl. Her brown eyes were wide as she turned to the man.
"You're making me leave." She whispered. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. The woman nodded. "Why? I have no where else to go."
"Yes you do sweetie." The woman whispered back. Bella was known to be able to 'do' strange things so they always had to be carefull around her.
"NO!" She suddenly screamed jumping to her feet. The woman jumped back in fear. Any person, even one that wasn't wearing their glasses at that moment would have been able to clearly see the fire in her eyes. Litterally. Red and orange flames danced around in her iris making her eyes a bright red.
"Calm down!" George reasoned but Cassie turned her firey gaze to him and he shut his mouth.
"WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO! ALL OF MY FAMILY IS DEAD AND THE REST OF THE WORLD THINKS I'M CRAZY!" She screamed and much to the woman's and the man's horror her deep brown hair suddenly went a bright red.
"You still have one living relitive." The woman whispered. Mentally thanking god that she had done her research on Bella's past. Her red hair dulled back to brown but her eyes were black in doubt.
"Who?!" She demanded stepping towards the woman.
"A-Alice Cullen."