Summary: Mary Alice Brandon (a.k.a. Alice) was a normal human, except for her visions. Her mother, who hates Alice because of her "visions", sends Alice to an insane asylum, where she becomes something more than human. JasperxAlice.

A/N: Hey people, well this is my first fanfic so don't be too harsh on me (unless you absolutely hate my writing and story, then you can go ahead and tell me I suck). Well go on and read my story!

Recommended Books to Read: The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

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"Sorry Grace."

"Please, please, please, please," she chanted over and over AND over again.

"No," I said trying to make my voice sound stern.

"Come on! You cannot honestly tell me that you've never thought about it." She looked at me with a look that dared me to tell her 'no'.

"Okay, maybe I have thought about it but I'm not going to do it. Or help you do it. OR let you try."

"Why?!" She asked desperately. "You cannot possibly want to stay here. Do you?"

"No, well . . . there are some things that are not that bad here." I blurted before thinking.

"Oh, like Mr. . . ."

"NO!" I shouted, then seeing the look that Grace was giving me, I gave in. "Well, maybe. But you have to admit, there is nothing wrong with him. But do NOT look into that."

"Why? Are you scared that I might tell him that you like him?" Grace teased.

"No, I am not scared that you might tell him that I like him because I do NOT like him."

"Oh, stop lying to yourself and just admit that you like him already because he likes you."

I sighed. "Can we please just drop this sub-wait! What did you just say?"

"You really could not tell that he likes you?" Grace asked in disbelief.

I thought about the possibilty of him liking me, especially with our ages differences, and realized that there was no way that he would like me. With my new found depression, I continued with our current agruement. "As I was trying to say before, no, I don't want to stay here. But you have no chance of getting out of here. Trust me, I tried." I sighed.

"I know that, but if we work together . . ."

"No," I interrupted.

She huffed. "Fine, I'll do it myself." She said walking away from me. I grabbed her arm.

"Oh no, you do not."

"Why!?" She asked again, turning around.

"Because . . . you're going to think I'm crazy when I tell you this but . . ." I started.

"Isn't that why you're here?" Grace chuckled. I laughed with her.

"True. Anyway," I sighed in defeat. "Well I had a vision that told me that you weren't going to make it if you tried." I haven't told anyone about my visions since my parents threw me into this dump. Granted I never did talk about my visions to anyone besides Cynthia and Daddy, and I have only been in here for a few hours but still I can't stand this place. I still can't believe my mother did this to me! If it wasn't for my visions she would be dead right now!

Flashback: Yesterday

I was walking with Thomas, my best friend since we were 5 and boyfriend for the past couple of months, home after school. We were talking about unimportant things when I had my vision.

I had never had a vision with Thomas around, as often as we were together, and he had no clue what to do when I blanked out, looking into another time.

In my vision I saw Cynthia, my baby sister, in the kitchen cooking stew with my Mom supervising. Daddy was reading the paper in the living room, Mom turned away from Cynthia and walked over to Daddy and sat and his lap, giggling and then kissing him.

Cynthia, 13 years old, hates it when Mom and Daddy get all lovey-dovey in front of her. So she hung her scarf up and went to her room, which is upstairs.

Unfortunately, Cynthia hung her scarf up right above the stove, which was on, even though both Mom and I have yelled at her over and over again telling not to do that because it could start a fire, she did it anyway.

A few minutes later, the scarf caught on fire but no one noticed.

Soon the whole house catches on fire. But in their frenzy, Mom and Daddy couldn't get the deadbolt to unlock. And Cynthia was upstairs but the stairs caught on fire so she can't get out of the house.

They all died in the fire.

That was the end of my vision, but before it was over I managed to look at the clock in the kitchen and the calendar next to it. Thank goodness, we mark out the days as they go.

Coming back to the present, I looked over to Thomas, he was still a little startled about me blanking out.

He starts asking me questions like: Are you okay? Why did you just stop walking and talking to me? What happened?

I raised my hand to stop him, he did.

"Whatisthedatetoday?" I asked him so fast that the words came out all together.

He pauses to think. "The 21st, why?"

Oh god.

"Whattimeisit?" I asked even faster than the last time, panic clear in my voice.

"Alice what is wrong?" Thomas asked, getting more worried.

"WHAT TIME IS IT?!" I screamed.

"I don't know. Alice," Thomas grabbed my shoulders. "What. Is. Wrong?" He stressed each word.

The date on the calendar . . . was today.

The clock said that it was 5:02 PM when Cynthia put her scarf over the pot. The smoke started at 5:06 PM, the fire starting soon after that.

Thomas and I would always go to soda shop after school for sodas and ice cream. We usually got to my house at about 5:20 PM. We were only a few streets away from my house but I was pretty sure that the smoke would be starting in just a few minutes, I didn't know if we could still get there in time.

I tried to turn to start running to my house but Thomas still had his hold on my shoulders.

"Thomas, LET GO!" I screamed; moister was starting to blur my vision.

"Why? Alice, what is going on?!" I really didn't want to waste time explaining things to Thomas when with every second my family was getting closer and closer to their . . . their . . . I didn't even want to think about what would happen if I couldn't get to them fast enough.

I could feel the tears falling now and I was having to have trouble breathing. My words were coming out between gasps. "My . . . house . . . Cynthia . . . scarf . . . FIRE!"

Thomas was looking at me like he was in pain too, which was kind of true since we both shared our pain with the other. "Okay, we'll go to your house, alright?" I nodded, I started to relax a little but I couldn't be completely relaxed until my family was safe. "Then you have to explain everything to me, deal?" I nodded again. "Good, then let's go."

Thomas released my shoulders; once he did I took off running to my house.

Thomas easily caught up to me, thanks to my short legs. We reached my house in a few minutes.

But did we get here fast enough? I thought.

I pounded my fist onto the door.

About five seconds later Daddy answered the door. "Mary?" Only my parents called me by my first name. "What's the hurry?"

I didn't answer him; I ducked under his arm and ran past my mom.

"Mary, what is wrong with you?" She asked, clearly getting mad.

I ignored her and continued to make my way into the kitchen.

Yes! Thank goodness! I thought.

I saw the scarf hanging over the pot but it hadn't started to smoke yet. I looked at the clock and it said that the time was 5:04 PM.

A few more minutes and they would have . . . I didn't finish that thought.

I pulled the scarf off the hook, ran past my parents and Thomas and went up the stairs. I pulled Cynthia's door open, she was on her bed reading a book that she had badly abused.

I was out of breath from all the running, but that didn't stop me from expressing the anger that quickly replaced the relief I felt when I realized that my family was safe.

"What . . . the . . . hell . . . is . . . wrong . . . with . . . you!?" I tried to scream at her but I didn't have enough breath, so it came out as sort of a loud whisper.

Cynthia put her book down to look at me. "Alice, are you okay?"

I could feel people behind me but I didn't care. "Mary, what is the meaning of all this?" Mom asked me, she was very, very irritated now.

I ignored her again and after a few deep breaths, I regained my voice. "How many times have Mom and I told you, Cynthia? Never, ever, hang your scarf over the stove!" I threw her scarf at her.

Cynthia was shocked. "How did you . . . ?"

"I had a vision, genius! Do you know how scary it is to actually see your family die and think that you might not ever see them again?" New tears were sliding down my face.

"Oh Alice, I'm so sorry." She jumped off her bed and walked over to me with her arms out. "I didn't think about it and. . . ."

"I know you didn't think about it, Cynthia, you never do." I pushed her away from me. "If I came five minutes later it would have been too late Cynthia. . . ." The tears were coming down with full force now.

Everyone was silent while I cried. Thomas walked over to me and hugged me. I cried on his chest while everyone was still quiet.

After about a few seconds, I heard my parents' footsteps going down the stairs. They were whispering to each other as they went. After a few more seconds, I heard Cynthia get her desk chair and walk back over to Thomas and me. Cynthia climbed onto her chair and whispered in Thomas's ear. Sadly, she didn't do that quietly so I heard everything she said.

"Can you get her out of my room please?" She asked. I could hear the hurt in her voice, she hates seeing me cry and knowing that she was the reason that I was crying must be killing her.

I felt Thomas nod his head once.

I didn't wait for him to ask me to move. I started walking out of Cynthia's room, Thomas was right behind me.

Once we were out of her room, Cynthia closed her door. I was not sure but I think I heard her crying.

I walked into my room, Thomas still behind me, I sat on my bed and hugged me knees to my chest. Thomas sat down next to me and let me lay my head on his shoulder.

We sat there like that a few minutes. Thomas let me gather my thoughts in peace.

"Alice?" I nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" I nodded and sighed.

I explained everything about my visions to Thomas. The entire time he didn't say a word, just nodded his head.

"And that's way I blank out sometimes; I'm either thinking or having a vision." I paused. "What do you think?"

He is probably thinking that I'm insane; he is going to want to break up and probably doesn't even want to be my friend anymore.

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

"My mother didn't want anyone to know about my visions." And then I added a bit more quietly, "But mostly I was scared that you would hate me like Mom and not want to be around me."

The next thing I knew Thomas had his arms around me and he whispered in my ear, "How could you ever think that I could hate you, Alice?"

He doesn't hate me? He still wants to be my friend? And more importantly, he still wants me to be his girlfriend?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered back in his ear, "Thank you." And kissed him.

He kissed me back more passionately than ever before.

Soon after that, too soon, Thomas had to leave to go have dinner with his family. That night my parents and I had the worst fight we ever had about my visions.

The next day, Mom checked me into an insane asylum (without telling anyone) and left me there.

End Flashback

I don't think anyone even knows yet, she probably told everyone that I went missing.

Daddy and Cynthia have always been on my side but Mom, Mom wanted a daughter, a normal daughter. When she gave birth to me she and Daddy were so happy but my first word wasn't Mommy or Daddy or anything like that, it was uncle. My parents were stunned; they had never said the word uncle around me. The next day my Uncle David and my Aunt Emma came for a surprise visit. That was my first vision, Uncle David was in front of me repeating the word uncle over and over and when my vision ended I said uncle.

It took a few years for me and my parents to understand that I was having visions. Once my mother found out that I was having visions, that I wasn't normal, she shunned me. She stopped calling me her little miracle; she stopped showing me off to people like I was her little angel. She stopped loving me. Instead she started calling me 'it' or 'thing', but if we were out in public together (which wasn't often) or had people over, she just tolerated me. Daddy thought that it didn't matter if I was not normal. He treated me the same way that he always did. He still loved me.

My visions were the reason for most of my parents' fights. Mom wanted me gone; she wanted me out of her life so she could pretend that I never existed, Daddy couldn't believe that she would treat her daughter the way she did. If only he knew about the early days.

My parents and I found out about my visions when I was about 5. When Daddy was gone at work and it was just Mom and me she would beat me. She screamed at me while she hit, saying things like: "Why couldn't you be a normal child? Why couldn't you be the way I want you to be?"

I would leave the house right after Daddy left for work, I would walk around the neighborhood, and come home right before he came back home. Soon I met Thomas and his friends, they live two streets over. Every day I would play with at least one of the kids to get out of the house and away from my mother.

About a year later, Mom gave birth to Cynthia. Once she was sure that Cynthia was normal, she stared treating her like she did me, before she was aware of my visions. I have always been a little jealous of Cynthia for having Mom's love, for being normal, but I have never been able to hate her for it. I love Cynthia too much to hate her over something like that.

I have never told anyone about my visions (Cynthia only found out about them because of Mom and Daddy's fights about them) because I was afraid that if I did they would shun me like my mom did and I have never told anyone about my mom beating me because no matter what she does or says to me, I will always love her.

Well, I didn't think that she would send me to an insane asylum for my visions but even after that I still can't find any hate towards my mom in my heart.

I have always tried to make her love me again, like she did when I was little, but no matter how hard I tried, she couldn't-no she wouldn't-love me like that again. After we realized that Cynthia was normal and I saw how Mom treated her, I realized that nothing I could do would get her to love me again.

"ALICE!"

I jumped out of my bed. "What!?" I yelled.

"You were trying to convince me to stay here, remember?" Grace said.

"Oh, right."

"You see visions?" She asked sitting on her bed that was across the room from me. I nodded. "That's . . ."

"Crazy? Insane? Abnormal?"

"No, well yes, but at least you do something interesting as your reason for being thrown in here."

"What is your reason?"

"I talk a lot."

I stared at her. "I know a lot of people who talk a lot and they are not in insane asylums."

"I talk about really random things when I get bored. Like little stories to keep me entertained, but instead of keeping them in my head, I say them out loud. One day my mom couldn't take it anymore and here I am."

"Oh, I see."

She nodded. "Tell me about your visions."

"Uh, how about tomorrow? IF you promise not to run out on me."

Grace sighed. "Fine, deal." We got up to walk over to each other, she shook my hand.

"Great, well I'm going to bed. Good night Grace." I walked back to my bed, laid back down and closed my eyes.

"Fine, I guess I should be going to bed too. Good night, Alice."

That was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep. That night, I dreamt about him.

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A/N: Well people R&R and tell me what you think.