Sorry, I do not own Twilight. My name is not Stephenie Meyer, nor will it ever be.

Also, this is an Alice/Bella fic. Just warning you for the future. So if you don't like those kind of pairings, then don't read it.

This story will also be crossovered with Vampire Diaries. It will have their idea of a vampire and some of the characters.

Hope you enjoy the story!

I covered my hands over my ears, whimpering at the horrifying screams echoing throughout the building. There was always screams here; never ending pain-filled screams.

I tried to get lost in my imagination, thinking of being anywhere but here; in this crammed, barred cell. I thought about the times when I was happy. The days before my father betrayed me, getting me locked up here. Those happy moments where everything felt fine, like nothing could go wrong.

But those days were over, and reality came crashing back down like a tidal wave of heart-wrenching actualization. I was stuck here, whether I liked it or not. These metal bars that had 3000 volts of electricity running through them kept me physically trapped here, while the screams of children, women, and men kept my mind and emotions locked in this never ending nightmare.

Eventually they will come for me next, shoving their needles in my skin, and experimenting on my already weak body. They'll put on their masks and study my body as if I was some sort of new toy and wanted to find all of the buttons that made me talk.

But I wasn't going to talk, no matter what they did to me. They learned that during shock therapy.

A boy that looked around 17 fell to his knees in front of my cell, breathing deeply. "Please, help me." He lifted his head up from it's downward position and looked into my eyes with his tortured ones. "Please..."

I shuddered out a breath and stared back at his familiar curly blonde locks and his now dull brown eyes. His face was scratched up and sunken in now, and his body was skinnier than it used to be. There were probably much more severe wounds under the black jump suit they made us wear. It was Adam; my best friend before all of this happened. He trusted me...

And I lead him here.

The guard next to him brutally kicked him in the stomach. "Get moving back to your cell! And no conversing with the other prisoners!" He roughly pulled Adam up by the arm, pushing him to his cell while he continued to stare at me, begging with his eyes to free him of this place.

That's the one thing I wished I could do, if I could do anything. But I knew I couldn't.

A new guard with a black vest filled with tranquilizers and black cargo pants walked up to my cell. This one had a red pin on his vest, which meant he was a higher up. He unlocked my cell with a big set of keys, carefully sliding it open while trying to avoid touching the bars.

He grinned sadistically at me. "Your turn, Dollface."

And with that, he stepped foot into my cell.

Welp, what do you think? Do you think I should just give up on it? Review your thoughts please; your criticism is appreciated.