A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, but I am familiar with many of the stories on here. This story is about Alice and Jasper, but originally I dreamt it to be about me….but I wanted to post it on here, so I changed the people around a bit. Alright, I hope you like it!
The Dreamer
Prologue
Alice's POV:
When I have bad dreams, I usually can't just wake up. They continue to happen, the dreams keep coming. My dad usually has to wake me up. He says I scream so he comes to make sure I am alright. I get the feeling he is leaving something out. He always looks a bit guilty when he tells me I was having a nightmare. But, I never remember my nightmares; my dad says he doesn't know what they're about either. But I know I talk in my sleep, so I think he might know something. Whatever. At school, this guy named Jasper keeps looking at me. I'm getting a little creeped out. He just stares at me sympathetically like he knows what I'm going through. But he has no idea whatsoever. My parents are divorced. And my step-dad abuses me. Not that I've ever actually told anyone. I stay at my mom's house every other weekend, and whenever I'm alone with Bill, he finds ways to hit me. None of the marks are ever able to be seen with clothes on, so am just careful not to bump them. But being with my real dad is heaven. He treats me well, and he never questions me, and we have a good relationship. He is one of the only guys in my life I actually talk to. I do have one close guy friend – Collin – but I think I'm comfortable around him because he was my best friend before Bill started abusing me. Collin has his own suspicions about what is happening, but I deny everything. Ignorance is bliss, right? Well, it is for me – when I'm with Collin, I don't think about Bill, or my nightmares or Jasper the Creep. I'm just Alice Brandon. Collin brings out the best in me. I am my old bubbly, energetic self around him. But, there is still the nagging in the back of my mind that he wouldn't like me if he knew the truth. He would probably run for the hills. Or the ocean. We live in North Carolina, which is beautiful, but I would prefer Chicago or New York, because I am a city girl at heart. I know tonight I will have another nightmare, but that is the norm for me. Maybe I can talk my dad into telling me what they are about. That would be awesome! Ha-ha. I know he won't do it, but a girl can dream. Right now, I am getting ready to visit the nursing home nearby, because I think old people need more fun in their life. So, I go every Sunday afternoon, and we all dance (they're kind of slow, but that's alright). It's all for fun anyways. My dad says I'm like a pixie, and he might just be right.