This is Alice after researching her family, and doubting herself. Title based off of a line from Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin. "Perfect only in her imperfection."
Perfectly Imperfect
Mary Alice Brandon. That was me. Now I sit here as Alice Whitlock Cullen.
I reach out to touch the marble headstone and want nothing more than to be able to cry.
Mary Alice Brandon
Beloved daughter and sister
May 17th 1901-July 10th 1912
I was eleven years old. Not even a teenager when they sent me away and proclaimed me dead. Just because I was different. Did they hate me? Did I scare them? I was still just a little girl; they didn't even give me a chance… I sunk down to lay my forehead against the cool stone.
I just want to remember them, just one little glimpse. I need to know if they ever loved me. Was the Beloved serious, or just for appearances? According to my research I had a sister, Cynthia. She had been four years younger than me. Had she realized what was going on, did she even remember that she had a sister? I tried to picture my parents. From what I had read, my father had been an influential lawyer and my mother had been a member of high society. Was that why they sent me to the asylum? I was a blemish on their public image?
Dry, tearless sobs took over as my shoulders shook violently. With speed quicker than even I could register Jasper's arms were around me, cradling me to his chest. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had forgotten that he was there. I clenched my hands in his shirt as he rubbed circles into my back, but didn't manipulate my emotions. For that I was thankful; I needed to get this out and Jasper both knew and understood. I sobbed until there was nothing left but numbness. "Why?" I said out loud. "Why did you abandon me?" Jasper stiffened next to me, but continued to hold me. It was silent for a long time before I pulled back to look at him.
"Alice…" He whispered, tracing my chin with a finger. Even though his voice was chocked with emotions, probably my own as well as his, just hearing him say my name and having him touch me made it all bearable. "Whatever their reasoning, it will always be their loss, and my gain." What he said hit me like a boulder. If my family had never sent me away, I would never have been changed. If I had never been changed, I would have never met Jasper, or for that matter any of my family…
I've gained more than I loss. Carlisle and Esme were my parents and Rosalie my sister. That is what I would have had. But in addition I also had Edward and Emmett, the best big brothers anyone could ask for. Not to mention Bella, my best friend and eventual sister. Most importantly I had Jazz, my other half, my soul mate. I couldn't imagine a life without any of them.
I removed my hands from Jasper's shirt and instead wrapped my arms around his neck, pecking him quickly on the lips before standing and pulling me with him. I could tell that my shift in attitudes confused him, but I knew now that it was no good wallowing in the past.
"Let's go home, Jazz." I said with a small smile. "I miss my family."
Tada! Did it suck? I hope not, but please be honest! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
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