Authors' note: This is Alice/Jasper story, written between oth rox and Briee.
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I woke up disoriented, unable to grasp where exactly I was. I could smell the distinctive "hospital smell"- disinfectants and dying people- but I couldn't remember where I had smelt it before.
I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom where my reflection shocked me.
I was beautiful. Not just pretty, but beautiful. My short black hair stood out in contrast to my pale skin- abnormally pale skin. Almost translucent. But, my eyes were what shocked me the most, for they were bright red. I couldn't remember what I looked like in my previous life, but I was almost positive that I was no where near the beauty that I was now.
I walked back to my bed in a fluid motion, like a dancer would.
Who am I?
What am I?
I pondered those questions and many more as I took in my surroundings, hoping that they would unravel the hidden answers. I looked down at my hospital gown and noticed a name embroidered over my heart.
"Mary Alice Brandon" it read.
I snorted at the name. Mary Alice? What kind of name was that? I decided to just call myself Alice, no first name, no last name. It was just easier. If anyone were to ask, I was an orphan. For all I knew, I could be. That brought on even more questions.
I got out of bed again and peeked out the door; the hallway was deserted. If this was in fact a hospital, where were all the doctors?
As I walked gingerly down the silent hall, I noticed that my footsteps emitted no sound.
A glance at the clock above the nurses station told me it was after midnight. That explained the lack of human activities. At the thought of humans, my mouth began to water.
I could not understand what was wrong with me.
Before I could ponder the question any longer, footsteps echoed from an unknown direction. Whipping around, I could see no one, but the steps grew louder. They seemed to echo so loud in my mind that it hurt my head.
I grabbed the sides of my head to try and relieve the pressure, but to no avail.
I realized that I had to get out of there; the sooner the better.
I ran down a random hall and down a flight of stairs in record time. Before I knew it, I was outside in the cold, bitter rain.
The footsteps had stopped.
A horseless carriage whooshed by, scaring me so much that I began running again.
When I stopped running, I was in a town. Which one, I could not know. A big clock shown on what could have been town hall told me that my entire journey had taken me nearly two minutes to complete.
My mouth dropped, but I closed it quickly for it was not-lady like. I couldn't remember where or from whom I had learn my manners, but they seemed to be drilled into my sub-conscious.
I looked around the deserted street to find some sort of shelter. Something in my mind told me that staying with a person would be dangerous- not just for them but for myself- so I hurried down an alley. A large box was leaning against the side of the building and I noticed that inside, it was dry.
How could I stoop so low?
The impulse to get out of the rain over took my senses and I climb under it, waiting for sleep to come.
I expected to feel cold, lying on the wet ground. And, in a way, I was, but it seemed that the cold didn't matter.
How could a person be cold, yet not cold at the same time?
I suddenly realized that I was no longer the person I had been - although I couldn't remember her in the first place. I was different, that I knew, but how different, I was not sure yet.
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Authors' note: This was just a test run to see how many people liked the beginning of this story. All other chapters will be longer, we swear. We just want reviews!
