I'd like to remind everyone that there was a tie for second place because I absolutely could not choose between the two incredible works.

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COMMENTS FROM THE CONTEST HOST:

This entry was a difficult one for me to decide on. But the unique way it was written pushed it into the top 5

What really decided it were these few lines here and there in this that were just completely "wow!" Such as the first paragraph, and the way Yami describes Alice seeing her vision, and a couple other parts, that just stood out and made this entry amazing.

The description, dialogue, wording/phrasing, and thought process was just so incredibly well done!

Congratulations to Yami416 for receiving 2nd place!

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COLD SIGHT

By: Yami416

It's Alice's POV of her vision of
Bella jumping off the cliff.

[Alice POV]

It felt as if I was trudging on an icy, treacherous bridge. The heavier
my heart became with woe, the more the bridge would begin to topple. My
balance, in spite of my horrible sense of equilibrium, was worthless
against the glass smooth ice. I was always cold and I was always lonely.
Even though I remained on the bridge, grasping my life with weak,
useless arms, it was never really for me. If I could have my way, my
battle with the wintry depression would have ended ages ago. I wanted to
fall off.

This was what my visions of Isabella Swan showed me when they reached
my eyes.

The most stubborn of siblings, in my opinion, was my brother Edward. He
was terribly unaware of the havoc his choice was creating for the girl
he loved. I thought that, as always, I'd be the one to fix everything
but this was a wrong I alone could not make right.

Some days I didn't bother to check on her.

Her routine was monotonous and pessimistic. She woke up from her
nightmares and got herself ready for school. During and after school
Bella remained the lifeless zombie I'd come to pity, teetering on the
slippery ice bridge. Nothing anyone did could cheer her up and
amazingly, at times my visions of her disappeared all together.

This was one of those times.

"Alice," Jasper whispered. His scarred arms caressed my cheeks while he
emanated happiness and love. He didn't have to say more. Ever since we
moved, Bella's absence affected all of our mental stability. Esme had
sobbed tearlessly the entire ride out of Washington and Edward was a
useless, immortal soul. My husband was feeling the pain and unhappiness
of everyone and it only added to his guilt. He'd somehow managed to
blame himself for Edward's leaving Bella.

"I'm going to call him again," I said. I dialed Edward's number with
inhuman speed and listened with hopeful ears.

"What." he croaked on the other line. The death in his voice startled
me. I was instantly reminded of Bella and her icy bridge.

"Don't hang up!" I said quickly, for I knew if I took too long he'd
hang up in a flash. "I just want you to reconsi-" The line went dead. My
hand flicked forward and the phone slammed against the wall, smashing
into a thousand tiny pieces, never to be reassembled. Was that Bella's
fate? Was she doomed to be thousands of worthless shards? Jasper pressed
his lips to my forehead.

"Please..." he breathed on my skin. "Don't worry." That was impossible
now. Edward's pessimistic nature was infectious.

"What if my vision of Bella being one of us was wrong?" I murmured
while he kissed my collarbone. I let my body fall onto our unnecessary
bed so he could gain better access.

"Do you want it to be wrong?" He kissed me gently all while running his
hands over my thin body.

"I don't know." Did I want Bella to be eternally damned or
painstakingly human? Right now I wanted to forget Forks existed. I'd
never wished something so childish upon myself but it seemed to be the
way out.

A vision clouded my sight, taking away my perfect view of Jasper's
ocher eyes.

Bella was eating revolting human food, a small smile plastered across
her features. I pushed the insignificant fact to the darkest corner of
my brain and refocused on the man hovering over me.

"Regained sight of her," he guessed while I ran my fingers through his
hair. I nodded and his lips returned to mine. "How bad is it this time?"
He'd expected, like me, that Bella would be as impossibly hopeless as
the last time I had checked on her.

"She looks excited." I said.

It took less than half a second for the statement to register within my
mind. I jumped up, smiling and allowed my extra sight to flow freely.

Nothing.

I blinked, glanced at Jazz and tried again.

Nothing.

"Argh!" I said in frustration. Jasper handed me his cellphone as if
reading my mind and I dialed Edward's number again. There were two rings
before I heard his unusually raspy voice.

"Wh-"

"Don't 'what' me," I hissed. "She misses you. She's been a wreck! Why
do you think she's feeling this way, Edward?! Huh?! And you can't use
the same excuse you've been using for the past six months."

And yet he did. "She's a teenager." I was sure Jasper could feel my
waves of fury. I could've chosen to shout a profanity but knowing
Edward, he'd only loathe himself more.

"At least come and look at my visions. She keeps disappearing." Edward
sighed; a short, broken gasp.

"I can't do that. You know I can't do that, Alice."

"Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?" A tender snarl echoed from
the other end and the line went dead again. Jasper took the phone and
tossed it on our mahogany end table.

"I wouldn't want you to break two phones." he said with a grin. I
giggled and traced the scars on his face, just above his ivory eyelid.

"And why is that? We could always buy two more." He followed me as I
headed for the staircase of our uncozy home.

"Weeeell, I did enjoy my ringtones." He was trying so hard, that
husband of mine. I laughed, even though it didn't sound quite right.
Esme and Carlisle were nestled on the couch, watching the news of the
newest state we were to occupy. Carlisle, Esme and I knew the truth.
Moving would never fill the void for Bella within us. And with Edward
gone the houses we moved into only felt more empty.

Rosalie and Emmett walked through the door, returning from the hunting trip I'd recently
predicting them leaving for. The routine was the same as ever. Rosalie
glanced at me, her eyes questioning. If I looked down she knew; all was
the same. Emmett looked at Rose and did not need to pry. He could read
the answers off of her beautiful face.

"Would you like to play chess, Alice?" Carlisle asked. We rose at the
same time and headed for the chess table just a few feet away.

And then a scalding pain sliced open my retinas.

I'd grown accustomed to this pain over the years but what it signified
horrified me more than anything. I heard the panicked whispers and calls
of my family lull into the background. My ears were flooded with water;
I couldn't hear anything but the slowing of a heartbeat that was not
mine. The vision replayed for me again and again; taunting me and
telling me that Bella had finally slipped off the bridge.

I watched her body dive off of the La Push cliff countless times. My
hands searched blindly for something to grab- the television. My nails
sank into the metal as if it were butter and I let the vision run its
awful course.

She jumped.

Rewind.

She jumped.

Rewind.

She jumped.

She's dead.

I screamed, falling into Jasper's waiting arms. "No!" I gasped. He
looked at me nervously.

"Alice?" I looked at the confused faces of my family and found it hard
to exist. Could vampires suffocate? I was close to it.

Finally I let the words escape my lips like a deadly airborne poison. Rosalie reached for
her phone and her actions played in my mind before she even dialed.

"No Rose." I whispered. Esme buried her face into Carlisle's shoulder
and began to sob. "Don't tell him yet." It would destroy him. I just was
not prepared to do that to him. "Not yet. I must be sure."

~Fin~

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