The Twilight Saga belongs only to Stephanie Meyer.
A/N: Watch out for the different POVs, and hopefully some things will clear up. Remember Mary? Enjoy~
Thanks so much to vampyregurl09 and Alice Vertically Challenged for the reviews ;)
Noticed
Mary's POV
Today was the day that everything was going to change.
I've been waiting for this day for months now, ever since I'd escaped from the asylum and ended up in this orphanage. Sunnyside Orphanage. Somehow, the name didn't comfort me.
As I sat in the corner of the crowded room where people avoided me like the plague, I remembered when I arrived 3 months ago...
-x-
It was raining, pouring rain. I was soaked to the bone, but that didn't bother me. I've had worse...
I knocked once again. I was sure that's what you did to get someone to come to the door. I only vaguely remembered my time outside the asylum.
I shivered and knocked again.
"I'm coming, coming! Sheesh, don't blow your top- oh!"
This fat, obese looking woman had finally noticed me. I bet she was wondering who I was. I felt obliged to answer to her very confused expression.
"Hello ma'am. I would very much like it if you would let me inside. It's very cold out here and I'm here to be put up for adoption. My parents are...unavailable. And in answer to your question, my name is Mary, and I'm here to be put up for adoption like I said before."
I'd decided to go with straight-forwardness. I bet everybody expects someone to be shy just because they were held in captivity... Eh, well, not me!
She stared at me, not even bothering to hide her curiosity.
"Of course, honey. My name's Becca. Come on in." She tugged me in by my arms while she fretted about how light I was.
Maybe she wasn't so bad after all...
"What's your name, sweetie? I need to put it on the list." She questioned while busying around an official looking pile of paper.
"Mary." Hadn't I already told her this?
"Mary..." She trailed off, pausing while writing.
"Just Mary." I replied. I wasn't about to have anyone report me to the police. I had no idea if they had placed my name in the paper as LOST. Better safe than sorry, my mother used to say...
"Well Mary," She grimaced at me." You'll be very safe here. But I won't spare you the pain. You won't be adopted. Nobody wants a kid like you. People go for all the happy ones, the pretty ones, "she stared disdainfully at my spiky hair, "and definitely not ones that crawl in from the streets with no identification."
Never mind. She's as bad as them.
-x-
I sighed, looking wearily across the room, waiting for them to arrive in about twelve minutes.
My mother, Anna Brandon, had told me about Mary Alice, the other Mary. Mary was her Aunt, an aunt she had never met. Before Cynthia, my grandmother, had passed away, she had told my mother a secret. And my mother had passed the very words that Cynthia whispered onto me.
"Mary, Mary... She's alive. I saw her... R-red eyes... Mary Alice, she's alive."
Of course, everybody in our family knew that Mary Alice was a mental person. Someone who saw things that weren't there, someone who said things and cursed the future. At least, that's what the people who worked at the asylum told my great-grandparents. They stuck her in an asylum, she mysteriously died. End of story.
I believed that too, that she was mental. Then I agreed with my mother that grandmother Cynthia was losing her memory- she couldn't have possibly seen Mary Alice.
That night was when I first started knowing. I can't really phrase it. They're not visions, as Mary Alice supposedly had, I just knew.
When I went to kiss my mother good night, I suddenly knew her deepest fears of me turning out to be a psycho like Mary Alice, about how some people from the asylum were coming to take me away soon.
The latter hadn't happened yet, but it was going to happen. I just knew.
See what I mean about not being able to phrase it?
I sighed again as I picked at the blanket covering my legs. Becca was right; nobody within the last 3 months had even glanced at me as they looked for their perfect child to fit into their perfect families. I probably looked deranged with my faded scars and spiky hairdo.
I snorted. I was glad. I had to get adopted by this specific family. I had to.
Well, I guess three more minutes to go.
I sighed.
Alice's POV
"We're here, we're here!" I squealed as I ran out of my Porsche. The bright neon letters saying, "Sunnyside Orphanage" was painted on the side of a small, two-story building.
Nessie giggled on Emmett's shoulders as we walked across the parking lot. She was very excited to have a new sibling. Esme and Rosalie were looking delighted, Edward and Bella were looking nervous, Carlisle and Jasper were as calm as always, but I was eager.
Eager to find out what had been so unclear in my vision...
The fogged out space at the corner of the room in my vision danced in front of my eyes as if it were waiting to be noticed.
I pranced ahead of the others, and knocked on the door.
"Hi!" I exclaimed as someone opened the door."My family and I here are here to adopt."
I rolled my eyes mentally as the large woman stared at our family- especially the men- openly.
Edward snorted as Jasper pulled me closer to him.
"Uh- uh, of course," she stuttered," the little ones are all right through here. Do you have a specific age group that you would like...?" She eyed Carlisle hungrily.
Esme piped up, her voice cold. "We wouldn't want to exclude anybody, so would you mind if we look around a bit?"
"Of course. Right this way, this is the lounge..."she droned on and on. I tuned her out.
This person had to be around here somewhere. I looked around the crowded room, looking for someone who caught my eye.
I suddenly noticed Carlisle stare over at the corner of the room. Edward shivered, his eyes wide. "Alice?" He muttered.
Then I saw her.
A/N: Well, I'm just writing this as I go, so I'm just as curious to see what happens as you guys are (: I hoped you like it. I apologize again for the short chapter's xP I guess I'm just too anxious to get the chapters out xD
Would you prefer short chapters more frequently or long chapters less frequently than the shorter ones? If this sentence made sense...
