I was never really a fan of the dark.

It was the fog that covered up my past, what I needed to know, what I shouldn't of found out.

It holds the secrets that people swore they wouldn't tell.

The dark is where you are when your alone.

The corner where you throw your skeletons, or where others throw them for you.

It's where you stumble upon things like this, and then wish you didn't.

But, that's when your outlook changes...

It was protecting you from the pain, and the dim truth of what you wanted to know.

It's almost like it wraps around you, holding you close, hiding you and your pain.

That was me, hiding in my room. I was scared, not just of the thought of being alone, but of the folder that I had dropped on the kitchen counter. The folder that I requested from Harrison County's record department, with papers from Whitfeild. Four sentences told me all that I needed.

Mary Alice Brandon

Death: December 23rd 1915

Mary Alice Brandon

Admission date: December 23rd 1915

Abandonment hit me hard, even though I did expect it. Was I that bad of a person to make them send me there? What did I do? I had to have done something? I was a monster. I was a freak. A psychic freak.

How could I blame them for sending me away. Who would want me?

Then I laughed almost darkly at the thought, "A psychic for a daughter, who would want that?"

"Well, I do", a voice from the other side of the room commented.

Carlisle stood at the door, "Why are you in the dark love?"

He closed the door and walked into the dark, to the far side of the bed and slid down to the floor so he could put his arm around me.

We sat in silence for a few minutes until he spoke, "I saw the papers on the counter"

I nodded slightly.

Another few minutes of silence, then I spoke.

"Do you think...I did something wrong... is that why..." I trailed off, unsure if I wanted to ask anymore, knowing that I would cry.

He pulled me in a tight embrace, "no, never".

"Why then?" tears that would never fall burned in my eyes.

"I'm not sure why anyone would ever give you up" he said "let alone leave you"

Then couldn't help but ask, "you wouldn't?", I whispered.

"Never, never would I leave you" he said some shock in his voice, "Why would you think that?" he asked, pushing my hair away from my face.

I shrugged again, feeling guilty I even asked, because inside I knew the answer.

"You're my daughter Alice, and you always will be"

I held on to him, and just sobbed. I felt terrible for even bringing this up.

Carlisle was silent, he held me for what seemed like forever.

A worried voice came from the door, "Alice!"

"We're over here Jasper", Carlisle called.

"Alice! What happened? Are you hurt?"

Before I could even respond Jasper was on his knees looking over me.

I couldn't help but laugh between the sobs, "Im fine, I'm fine."

He took my hands, "what happened?" he asked eyes filled with worry.

"Can you get the folder that's in the kitchen? Then I'll explain, please?" I asked.

He gave me one last worried look before he went to find the folder.

"Carlisle?"

"What is it love?"

"Thank you for being my father."

He smiled an ecstatic smile and gave me one last hug,

"Thank you for being my daughter."

He kissed the top of my head as he left, and Jasper took his place in the dark .

Where we would shine the light on my parents deepest secret; me.

I know, I know. It's short, non detailed, and just skims everything.

Please don't throw things at me. 0.0

I'm really sorry guys, I'm stuck...and I feel my writing abilities flying away from me. .

Thanks for reading, and I promise something better and longer for next time.

xoxo,

Alexis