October

I was so fucking nervous before I left for the prison that Rose offered me a Xanax to calm me down. I pushed her hand away and tightened the scarf around my head instead. I snuggled into my jacket and pulled the sunglasses over my eyes.

Anyone who knew her would know that I wasn't Alice Brandon. I sure as hell didn't have the skinny frame that she did. My hair was hidden well enough that no one would now it was the opposite of her short hair. I was just hoping it was good enough to pass.

I traveled to the prison in silence, wanting to be completely alone with my thoughts. When I reached the outer gates, they asked for my name and I.D. before allowing me to pass through.

I was met by a tall and towering fence before me. Barbed wire was wrapped around the top, which met a large tower at each corner. I parked the car and walked up to the front door. There was a large sign marked "Visitors" that hung above a check in station.

"Can I help you?" The man behind the desk asked.

"Yes." I cleared my throat. "I'm here to see my brother."

"Name?"

"Edward Masen."

He looked up from his paperwork and cocked his eyebrow. "I'll need to see your identification."

My fingers shook as I fumbled in my purse for Alice's driver's license. I smiled and handed it to him. He examined it closely and typed something into his computer.

"Alice Brandon." He handed me back the card and looked me over. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead, but I smiled anyway. "You know the drill Ms. Brandon; I see you've visited before. Officer Yates will do the search and lead you back." He nodded and picked up his phone.

"For Edward Masen?" Another officer stepped towards me.

"Yes?" I waved.

"Step over here please, I'll need to see inside your bag. Officer Eugene will do the physical search."

I handed over my purse, hoping that he wouldn't look too closely in my wallet. He might see all my things with my real name on it.

A female officer stepped over to me and asked me to put my arms out. She lightly patted me down before giving the okay to Officer Yates. He handed me back my purse after he was content with his search and waved me down through a hallway.

They took me to a long room with a never ending row of chairs. It looked just like the movies I'd seen. The glass in between and the phones resting on the wall beside it.

They led me down to the end and told me it'd be a few minutes. I sat down in the chair and looked nervously around the area. There were a few other visitors talking with their inmates, but for the most part it was empty.

I glanced across, through the glass and imagined him sitting in that chair. I knew once he was here, I wouldn't have much time to plead my case. He was obviously going to know fairly quickly that I wasn't Alice. I had to make him see.

"Masen!" Someone yelled. "Seat twenty five, keep moving!"

I sat straight up and held my breath as he came into view through the glass. He was looking down at the floor as he sat down cockeyed and slung his arm over the back of his chair. He raised his head and immediately froze. His eyes narrowed into mine, recognizing the unfamiliar stare looking back at him.

He mumbled something like, "You aren't my sister." I couldn't quite understand it behind the muffling of the glass. He glared at me before turning his head over his shoulder and yelling for a guard.

No! I thought. I was panicking. This was it. I had to make it work now or it was over. I leaned forward and knocked frantically on the glass trying to get his attention. He looked back at me and cocked his eyebrow as I slowly reached for the phone. He sighed and did the same, although he looked beyond irritated that I'd called him out here under false pretenses.

"You have ten seconds before I get your ass kicked out of here," he said.

"Okay," I breathed. "I know I shouldn't have said I was Alice, but I just had to talk to you. I know you don't know me…" I started talking faster as I noticed the guard approaching. "My name is Isabella Swan, I wrote to you…"

The guard stepped beside Edward. "Problem, Masen?" I heard him ask in the background.

Edward stared at me for the longest time, his jaw slightly slack. "No. No problem," he said.

"Then why the fuck did you call me over here?"

"Just to watch you walk away again, muffin." Edward winked and laughed as the guard shook his head and walked away. "You're a persistent little one aren't you?" He asked me, turning back towards the glass.

"You wouldn't answer my letters."

"I thought maybe you'd get the hint after I sent them back a few times, but apparently I was mistaken."

"Mr. Masen, please agree to these interviews. I'm interested in your life, how you grew up, your family, what happened with Tanya. I want to hear all of it."

"Nobody wants to hear any of it," he said, turning angry. "Nobody."

"I do."

"I call bullshit."

I felt a lump rise to my throat. He wasn't going to do it. I was going to have to scrap everything and start over. I was going to be so behind.

I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes as I slowly nodded my head. It turned into a shake as I adamantly fought against accepting his rejection.

"It's not…bullshit!" I said, a little louder than I expected.

"How'd you get in here anyway?" He asked, seemingly curious.

"I used your sister's driver's license. She dropped it after we had lunch at the diner."

"Alice talked to you?" His brow furrowed.

"Yes."

He tapped his finger slowly on the countertop as a smug smirk spread across his lips. "I'll talk to my lawyer about arranging the interviews." He stood from the chair. "And give my sister her ID back; she's probably shitting a brick right now."

"So…you're saying yes?" I squeaked.

"I'm saying yes."

A/N: Last chapter posting for the day. I'll probably only get one in tomorrow. I hope you're enjoying it so far and thank you so much for the reviews! : )

P.S. This fic is not based on the movie Dead Man Walking. Never seen it and although it does deal with death row inmates, is a completely different story from this : )