Disclaimer!!! I do not own Twilight or Alice Cullen. This fic is written from Alice's POV, about before she was sent to the asylum.
I am terribly sorry that this fic is so crappy. I had to get it out of my head or I would have lost even more sleep over it.
For as long as I can remember, I have been able to see the future. I didn't understand why it scared people until long after I was changed.
"I wouldn't buy that one, mother. It will fall apart in a few days."
"Nonsense, Mary. However would you know?"
I sighed. She would see.
"No! It broke already! Such a cheap vase."
"I told you, mother. I told you it would break. I told you to purchase the other."
"You could not have known!"
"I saw it."
Mother only stared at me with a mixture of shock and horror.
"There's no use, mother. You can't save him. He was born too early. He will die tonight."
"Nonsense, Mary. You can't know that. And look. He is getting stronger. He will live.
I sighed. As much as I wished for the survival of my premature brother, I had seen that he would die in the night. It was determined.
"No! How is this possible!? He was so strong… I thought for sure he would make it!"
"I told you, mother. But you didn't listen."
"Nonsense, Mary. You could not have known."
"I will prove it. In approximately ten seconds, that flower will fall from its stem."
As I had predicted, it fell. Mother stared at me in terror. She picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Go to your room, Mary. Go and play."
The next morning, they came to take me away. I screamed and cried, but I was too weak.
"Goodbye, Mary Alice. You are no longer my daughter. This is for your own good."
"Mother!! Don't leave me! Don't go! Don't let them take me away!"
"Hush, child."
An unfamiliar voice spoke. A warm and moist hand was placed over my mouth. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled.
"Child, do not make this any harder. We do not wish to make a scene of this. Would you truly wish shame upon your family by allowing the neighbors to see this scene?"
I sobbed, but closed my mouth and was silent.
My last memory was of a dark room being suddenly interrupted by an image of a boy. I smiled, and realized that he was my future. But I had to pretend that I did not see the visions anymore, or I could never leave this dark room.
