Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any characters associated with it...although i would love to own it!
"W-what do you mean?" I whimpered. "A-an insane asylum?" "Dear, it's only for your own good." My mother, Natalie, soothed. "It's the last thing we wanted, honey, but the asylum is our only choice." "But I don't want to go!" I shrieked "W-what about my life? What I want?" I rocked back and forth on the wooden-back couch, shivering and staring at the paisley wallpaper just above my parents' head. Why did this happen?! I thought, arching my brows angrily. "Mary Alice Brandon!" My father, James, roared. "Do not use that tone of voice with me!" I shrank back, new tears filling my eyes, temporarily clouding my sight. "Why a-are you s-sending me? Why can't y-you just believe me!" I yelled, sobbing. Gently, my mother touched my shoulder. I shrugged it off. "Sweet, this charade of you 'seeing the future' is getting worn out." She told me. "I am seventeen years of age! Am I still a child? No! I am a woman!" I yelled loudly. "I can make my own choices!" with that, I ran up the stairs, tripping on my stupid petticoats along the way.
When I reached my four-poster bed, I dove into it, sobbing into my pink silken pillow. "Why? What did I do to deserve this?" My cat, Pepper, jumped up on the bed, meowing distraughtly. "Oh, Pepper! What is the reason for so much pain?" I continued to cry my eyes out, but decided that it was doing no good. I shakily rose from my bed, and gazed into my antique mirror that was on my wall. I looked a terror. "Oh, my." was all I could muster. My eyes were as red as wine, and as puffy as my feather pillow. My long black hair was moused and looked like a bird's nest. My long mint green dress was wrinkled, and I was wearing only one stocking. I decided to change into my nightgown, seeing as it was 8 o'clock in the evening. I tied my hair into a loose braid. I walked downstairs, avoiding the parlor, where my parents were deep in conversation.
They heard my steps and turned to look at me. "Alice, Hon-" my father began. "No. I don't want an apology. Just tell me when I am leaving, James, and then I will begin to pack my belongings." I said, shocking even myself, by using my father's name. "You are leaving the fifth of January." He told me solemnly, with a look of pain across his face. "The fifth! That only gives me five days!" I said. "Yes, we wanted them to come get you as soon as possible." My mother said frankly. "How long?!" I said angrily," How long have you been planning this?" My father answered, saying," Seven months, this took a long time to plan." I ran off into the kitchen, furious at my parents, and the world itself.
I opened the door leading into the backyard, and let it slam behind me. The big willow tree with my rope swing was my destination. Sitting on the wooden seat, I thought about my parents' decision. Why would they decide to have their only daughter put in an insane asylum? Why would they disown me like that? But again, here in Biloxi, Mississippi, anything can happen. My one and only friend, Maxwell, had disappeared last week. They say that he was bitten by a blood-drinker, a vampire. Shivering, I decided to go and start packing up my belongings.
So what did you think? This is my first fanfic...so it might be horrible. Please R&R! I would love any suggestions on how to improve it! ~Alicecullenistheshizz