Authors Note: I started writing this several years ago when I was still in high school but was never able to finish. Just recently I have decided to pick this story back up again. I have been in love with Twilight since I first picked the book up in 2007. My favorite character from the start has always been sweet little Alice. This is my version of her time spent in the Asylum before becoming a Vampire and her time afterwards upon meeting her soul mate Jasper Whitlock. Do Enjoy! =)

Chapter 1

My name is Mary Alice Brandon and I am thirteen years old. I am a lot smaller than all of the other children my age, my long dark hair is always in a constant disarray no matter how many times I brush it, and no matter how hard I try I can never keep my clothes and fingernails clean. Like most children I tend to spend most of my days outside; the woods behind my home has always been my sanctuary. It is a place of solitude, a place where I can be myself. I have always known that I was different. A freak as my little sister Cynthia is constantly reminding me. She's my parents favorite. Their perfect little planned child. I'm a bastard, you see. My parents blame the devil for their night of premarital passion and I am his spawn. It is the only explanation as to why I am able to see the things I see; see them before they happen. These strange glimpses into the future have been occurring for as long as I can remember. My parents have been putting up with my unnaturalness for so long that it was now easy for them to give up their first born daughter.

We've been sitting in the backseat of the families car for several hours, dressed in our Sunday best. Momma and Daddy haven't said where we are going but I have an inkling. Another hospital. Why else would they have packed only one suitcase? They had been planning this trip for months but it wasn't until a recent event did they decide to jump on it. I had learned long ago to keep my visions to myself, but I had really liked little Henry and when I spoke of his death two weeks before it had occurred I had only been trying to save him. A lot of the town still seems to think that I had something to do with the fire, and maybe I did? I am still unable to get the image out of my head.

I shudder and a sharp tug on one of my dark braids has me snapping back into reality. It's really too bad that momma glanced over her shoulder at just the right time; Cynthia deserved a good bopping before she got rid of me for good. I elbow her in the side and ignore her whine as I raise up to peer out the window as a large foreboding building came into view. The place looked as if it should have been closed years ago. I could already hear the screaming. Something in my stomach dropped and I feel as if I am going to be sick as I reach for the front passenger seat where Momma sits.

"Momma!" I whimper, holding onto her arm. "Daddy! Please! Not here..I'll be good..I swear! Please not here!"

They ignore me as per usual and I find myself being shaken loose as the car pulls in through the large wrought iron gates and stops in front the decrepit looking hospital. A man dressed fully in white makes his way down to our car and him and Daddy have a murmured conversation through the window that I am unable to hear before I find that my door is being wrenched open. Another large man takes my suitcase in one hand and me in the other almost as if he knew that I wouldn't come without a fight. He isn't disappointed. I struggle with all my might, my small hands grabbing for purchase on anything that I can possibly find to pull myself back into the safety of our car. Momma, the seat, the door, and even little Cynthia who screams in fright. I am much too small and the man is a lot stronger than I so the struggle doesn't last for much longer.

"Momma..Daddy..Please!"

The last image I have of my family is watching our car speed down the gravel pathway; Daddy's face is hard as he tries to lock everything up inside of him and Momma..she's already lost it, I can see her crying into her handkerchief. Cynthia's image lasts with me the longest. She's peering through the back window with a grin on her face. I'd be angry with her but I know that she doesn't truly understand that this is the last time she'll ever see me.

My captor doesn't set me back down on my feet until we are inside the building but the hold he still has on my arm will surely leave jumbo sized hand prints on my delicate skin. The place smells like pneumonia and feces and I wrinkle my tiny nose at the stench as I am led down a long dark hallway, the flickering lights overhead make everything seem ten times more sinister than what it already was. Tears ran down my baby cheeks.

The hallway seems to go on forever and as I walk my head swivels this way and that, peering into each room as we pass. A lot of them are empty but the ones that are occupied carry a mixture of different types of people. Grownups who look as if they left this place now they could easily fit in with society, children, adult men in diapers, adult women carrying around baby dolls and muttering to themselves, others so lost from reality that they've become a part of the furniture never moving. At one point an almost skeletal hand darted out through the bars on the door to grab me and I scream loudly in fright. None of the orderlies even blink an eye, they are used to the sound and it only starts a wave of screaming through the other patients. The ones who I had thought were almost normal are the worst; along with the screaming they are banging their hands against the doors, the look on their faces have me leaning into my captors side for protection. I hope I don't turn out like these people.

The man at my side merely pushes me away as if to put some distance between us even though he still has a tight grip on my arm. We finally round a corner and we both skid to a sudden halt. There is another man standing in our way. He is dressed in white like the others so he must work here but there is something very strange about this man. He is insanely beautiful but oddly pale and with dark hair like mine. His eyes are what gets me though; They are a bright red and the only explanation I can come up with is that he hasn't had much sleep in a very long time. Who would working in a place like this?

"Fresh Blood I see.." He chuckles as he steps aside to allow us through and the grin he gives me sends a shiver down my spine.

I can't help but to try to get a second glance at him over my shoulder but he is already gone and as I turn back I notice that we have stopped again. The numbers on the door read 666 and I realize that this is the room in which I'll be staying. Of course. I fight the urge to roll my eyes and reach up to wipe the tears away with a tiny fist. Inside there is only a bed and a small desk for my things. There are no windows to be able to peer outside like I had seen in some of the other rooms and I do not detect any light switches. I am led inside and the man with me walks in just long enough to set the suitcase down on the bed before the lock clicks behind me. I rub at the bruises on my arm as I step forward to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Welcome home Mary Alice.." I sigh. I don't see myself ever leaving this place alive.

To be continued...