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((A/N This part was originally supposed to be Chapter Five, but I edited, and decided the order would be unnatural. This chapter is really unedited, please don't bash me!))
February 16th, 1949
It's hard to imagine that my change was only two months ago. The thirst was a constant threat to myself, and I had to fight it every second of every minute, of every hour, of every day. In only two months, I had slipped up three times. In addition to that, I had drained two loons a day and a mountain lion weekly. Day by day, this tugged on my conscience. I killed humans, I killed animals. I was a monster. Edward was getting irritated, and Carlisle said we would have to move soon.
Carlisle said to me that if I cannot learn to control this grotesque instinct that we would have to move within a year. He also said to me that I might be eating this much because my blood levels were low at the time of my change. Edward and Carlisle were the ones to be thinking about this, while Esme was off doing motherly duties, and Jasper and Alice were either with each other, or cheering me up. Emmett and Rosalie were always off on their "extended hunting trips." More time in the wild for their own doings if you ask me.
Today, Rosalie was home, and Edward and Emmett were hunting with Carlisle. Alice burst into the attic, dragging Rosalie through, with Esme in tow.
"Alex! It's time to go shopping! Come on!" Was she an idiot? I can't leave the house. My thirst would over-power my self-control.
"No. I am not coming. I can't. Remember?" She looked at me, ignoring what I last said.
"But you have to! No one ever come shopping with me!" She exclaimed.
"Esme, do I have to?" I complained, hoping she would say no.
"While I do think you should stay home, I think it would be a good exercise of self-control. Besides, if worst comes to worst, it's not like you'll be alone." She smiled. As I last resort, I turned to Rose.
"Come on! Rose!" She looked down.
"If you don't want to."
Alice chose this moment to chime in.
"You're over-ruled! Alex, look, what a cute outfit I picked out for you!" Out of nowhere she pulled out a long light green skirt. I grimaced, and suppressed a growl. Before I knew it, I was being forced into the skirt.
Ugh… I looked horrible. I was never one for fashion.
"Ah! You look so cute! Esme, don't you think?' She cried.
"Well, it does look stunning on her." Esme admired the style of the skirt, and it's model.
"Well, then. Come on. Let's go!" Alice exclaimed.
I was then dragged to her car, and thrown in the back seat. Alice was driving. God save us all.
She was driving so fast in the car that it was actually protesting. How someone born before he invention of a car could drive so fast was beyond me.
"Come on, can't this go any faster?! We need to make a nice sale! It's designer!"
She then took a hard, hard right, and pulled into a small parking lot.
"We're here!"
"Alice," I said, "Isn't the nearest mall in Utica? About one and a half hours away? You cleared that in about 20 minutes."
"What can I say?" She said, carefree. "I like to make sales right on time." She gave me an innocent smile. I could see why Jasper loved her.
"Now, come on. Enough stalling." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the building. Esme and Rose continued a conversation they had from the car behind us.
As Alice opened the doors, the perfumed scent of carpets and humans blew into my face and flew into my nostrils, sending my senses on fire. I covered my mouth and nose with my hand. I hadn't gotten used to not breathing yet. I'd been practicing though.
Rosalie urged me along slowly, whispering soothing words to distract me from my instincts. She was almost like a caring older sister I never had.
"Come on, you can do it." She said into my ear. She pushed me carefully, making sure I didn't bump into anyone.
"I told you this wasn't a good idea, Alice. Esme, she shouldn't of come. You should've said no."
"As far as I can see, Rose, she's fine. Let's go." Alice was irritated.
"Let's let Alice shop. I can still tag along. I'll be her… manikin." I tried not to breath in between words. It didn't work.
Still, I needed to prove myself. I needed to prove to myself that I wasn't a danger. The venom tasted foul, and bitter. My face gave off an involuntary sneer at its taste. My conscience echoed in my mind. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. I knew from experience that this was true. And as if in the movies, like slow motion, I lost control of my body, my senses almost completely an animal's. I jumped up high, and nearly landed on the nearest thing that moved, at that time, a small child, no more than six years old. Had Rosalie not acted in time, we would probably have had to leave town at the rate I was going.. She completely tackled me, and the crash was like two trees crashing in to each other. In the mall, the sound resonated, and earned the entire room's attention. In such a small town, people didn't know what to make of it. They probably thought it was some type of performance, or a teen who wanted attention.
Ah, how rotten this world is. No one cared, virtually no empathy. They were humans. They only cared, or could only think about their own problems.
