A/N: I'm so sorry!! I promised you that I would update soon and I'm so sorry that its like almost 2 months later and I still haven't. Please forgive me! And I also said I'd update inside the last chapter but I really don't want to do that now. Sorry. And the reason I couldn't update was this. I think I updated on a Friday, right? Well I never update on weekends, Monday I felt bad, that Tuesday there was a bad storm and I couldn't get on the computer, I can never update on Wednesdays, and Thursday I went back to school, which I totally forgot to warn you about. Sorry. But this is me warning you now, just so you know I can't update much during school. Sorry again.

This is going to be part 2 of the last chapter. It's not going to be italicized except for the little flashback inside the memory. Because everything happened in her past in this chapter. It's going to be short, since I'm just finishing up the last chapter in this one. And I promise I'll get back to her present after this chapter.

Okay so I'm gonna start just calling her mom and dad mama and papa cuz its just to weird for me to say mother and father. And I'm changing their names to just charlie and Renee Swan. Yea sorry for all this crap with the changes. Its just that I'm not a very good decider and change my mind a lot and is to lazy to go back and change everything from the beginning.

And pretend in the last chapter I didn't say 3 weeks ago had been Alice's birthday. Pretend i said today was her birthday, okay.

Memories
Chapter 4: The Asylum, Part 2

We were going to walk through the woods until they ran out. I used to not understand why Emmett had to hide out like this. Now I knew, though. If he had been drafted, then if someone saw him they could easily go and tell whoever's in charge of those things where he was and they could come get him. Our father didn't want him to go, I don't want him to go, he wants to go but doesn't want to leave me by myself. He hates it, being practically locked up in hiding. But he likes being here with me.

I can't wait until we get Alice out of there. Then she can join us. We'll tell her everything that happened, she'll cry at first, then she'll say something like "Well, be happy we have each other. Starving kids in Africa don't have that much." And then everything will be normal as possible without Mother or Father. I can't wait for that. I can't wait to be happy.

I looked over at Emmett and smiled. We were almost there now. Em was only going because he begged me with better arguments than I had. And that was only one that probably didn't count anymore and Emmett didn't really care about it.

"Alright, so tomorrow I'm going to get Alice out of the asylum." I said, repeating out loud the plans I had in my head.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" I asked in a complete different tone. I was hoping Emmett wouldn't start this. But I should have known better, actually.

"I'm coming, too."

"No your not." Oh please, Emmett, don't start this. We could do this for hours.

"Yes I am. It's more likely I'll get her out than you will, anyway."

"Oh, really? Why is that?"

"Your a minor. And I could pretend to be her father."

"Your not that old."

"I'm nineteen. And they're not likely going to let a little 16-year-old girl sign and trust to get her out of that place. You're so short, Bells!"

"Your still not going." I said, arguing. OK, he did have a point there that I had thought of.

"Why?"

"Because Papa said you could never leave the cabin."

"This doesn't count. He didn't want Alice out of there, either." OK, again he had a point. I was so losing this argument. you. And she's my sister, too."

"You promised him..."

"Please. I have as much right as

"No! Papa said NEVER lea..."

"Please?"

"Still no! You have to remember what..."

"Please?" He said. He got out his dumb pouty face right in the middle of my speech. I hate his pouty face. It looks so sad, like a kicked, sick little puppy. And it always makes me give in to him, no matter how hard I try not to. I can't help it. Just like right now. Crap. "Oh, alright!"

Yeah, I had really bad arguments, didn't I. So here we are, walking toward the asylum. Emmett's going to have to fake a signature if he has to. We really don't know what to expect, we've never done anything like this. But whatever it takes, we'll do it.

We could actually see it now. The big gray building made me feel seriously depressed. The little side entrance door was all rusty and there was a big dumpster by it. Little Ali (Yeah she is older, but she's so small and I've just always called her that.) didn't deserve to be in a place like this. She didn't do anything that bad. She just had a little vision thing that came true and scared Mama. And it scared Papa too of course and he wanted to make Mama happy and decided to throw her in this place.

At the reception desk a girl who looked younger than me sat looking like she really did not want to be here. She kept glancing neviously at the door on the oppisite side of the room like some phsicopath would come rushing in with a axe to chop her head off with. I shuddered, realising how reasonable that fear was. My big sister was NOT crazy and NEVER would belong in this place no matter WHAT my parents think-thought. A sudden flow of determination rushed through me. We WILL get her outta here, I thought as I looked at the girl and realised how easily we could trick her.

"Follow my lead, wherever it decides to go." I whispered to Emmett. He nodded looking more serious than I'd ever seen him. This was gonna be the best birthday gift Alice had ever gotten.

"Hello, Susan." I said to the girl, reading her name tag. "We are here to, um, visit my, um, sister." Crap, I hoped she didn't notice by 'um's. It was still in visiting hours; I'd noticed the sign by the door.

"And you are?" She asked, making me slightly annoyed.

"I'm her sister-"

"I got that much." Okay, I was slightly more than slightly annoyed at her now.

"If you'd let me finish, I was going to say, "I'm her sister, Bella, and this is, um, her father."

"Then why isn't he talking." And to think I took symphany for her. Who'd hire a rude girl like this as a receptionist?

"Because he's...he can't. He's mute, you know." Even with the um's and hesitations, this was the best lying I'd ever done. I looked at Emmett. He looked really annoyed at me. He he.

Susan nodded and said, "Okay, so who IS your sister?"

"Alice Swan."

She began looking through the files. Not until she got to the S's and I looked over and Emmett, who was shaking his head, still looking annoyed that he couldn't talk, did I realize I got her name wrong. "No, sorry. Her name's Mary Alice Swan."

Susan turned and looked at me exasperly. "Well there's no Swan in here. No, wait. Except this man named William Fred Swan, who I take is not your sister."

Then my mind seemed to brake into two different parts and all think different thoughts. The first and fastest thought, You take correctly. It I actually said under my breath. The other part thought, Wait. WHY isn't she in the records. What happened!

I look up at Em, confusion clear on my face. He looked down with the same expression I must have on my face. I looked around the room again to see if they could have gotten misplaced. I noticed a small stack of files on the untidy desk. "What about in there?" I asked.

She looked up at me and then where I was pointing. She walked over to them and said, "Hey look! It's the first one."

"Well go on! What's it say."

She looked up at me annoyed. Then she said, "Oh um, it says that she, um, died. Sorry."

My first reaction was to look over at Emmett. He was staring at Susan, mouthing 'what?'. I think I was to shocked to feel the shock. But then all the earlier determination rushed out of me as quickly as it'd came to me. My mind did that odd 2 part thing. The crazy shock part thought, What, NO! She can't have died! Papa just died a few months ago and we were gonna come get her OUT! And today was her BIRTHDAY! The rational part thought, Maybe she ran away or something.

"H-how?" I said shakily, barely louder than a breath.

"It says she was found early this morning by a doctor who took her strait to the morgue and come back to report this right before he left to go home."

Well there goes the last bit of your hope, I thought randomly before I had time to do anything

"No. No, no, no, NO! NO, she DIDN'T, you liar!" I yelled, my voice starting out little more than a breath, then rising. All I felt was anger. Anger at Susan, at Alice, at myself, or at fate, I didn't know. Just anger, crazy anger.

"Yeah she did. Maybe you should take her place, huh." Susan said. I wondered what my face looked like right now, but only for a second. Then I just got madder.

"NO! Let's get outta here Em!" I said, pulling Emmett to the door.

Once outside Em grabbed my arms and stared at me and said, "Calm it down, Isabella. Your hysterical."

"Don't tell me to calm down! My big sister just died! How am I supposed to feel!"

"Yeah well she was my little sister. Just please stop. For me." Just then I noticed the tears. Both of our tears, mine considerably more of. Then he hugged me. His strong hands comforting me, I felt oddly relaxed. I focused on the tears, letting them fall without me feeling much. It seems all I do these passed few years is cry. I guess I have reason.

Then the whole lot of resent events crashed down on me. All I felt now was sad, no anger, no relaxation, nothing but sadness. It seems everyone I love in life just dies on me. Why. Am I cursed or something? Why?

.~.~.~.~.

The walk home was a silent one. I mostly stared blankly at the space in front of me, not really seeing anything, just willing myself to get back home. Just keep moving. Emmett walked with me the whole way, not wanting to walk in the forest. We didn't really care if we were seen now. It seemed an odd chance if someone were to recognize him and got report him to somebody. It felt stupid how we had always been careful. It didnt' matter what Papa had wanted. It was only Emmett and me now.

Over the month, Emmett got to working harder in the garden, well, anywhere there was work to me done. He worked harder, as if it would bring Alice back to us. It wouldn't, nothing would. But that was just the rational part of me speaking. Someplace deep inside I had this odd feeling that I knew Ali was still alive. I felt crazy at the time, felt that it was just shock at my life's events. But I didn't know then how right I was.

A/N: Like it? I really hope you do. It took me long enough to write it. I had writers block for forever and never had time much to write it. But tonight I just had this sudden erge that I had to write it tonight and well here it is. Oh and pardon the grammer errors if you see any.

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