Hello world. So I am going to completely screw up my order and make this another APOV, because it would work much better that way, AND BECAUSE I CAN. MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!

Chapter 14: Seawhatweseas

APOV

Cynthia, Edward, Bella, Emmett, and Rosalie all said that they would come again Sunday at noon, which made me overly excited and giddy. I was pretty hyper for the rest of the day Saturday. The only thing that ruined it was that I would have to wait a few hours after therapy to see them, so I would have to have a stupid session and then find something to do until twelve.

I got up at seven to get a shower, do my hair and makeup, and get ready for the day. I got done a little after seven-thirty. With a half hour to spare, I decided to see if Rachel or maybe Jasper was in the common room.

Rachel was at the back table. I went over and sat beside her. "Hey!"

"Hi," she replied.

"So what's up?"

"Nothing much with me," she said. "What about you?"

"My friends came to visit yesterday," I chirped. "I didn't think they would."

"Because of what you can do?"

"Yeah… I had a vision that my sister would tell them everything, because my parents didn't. They didn't even tell my best friends, they were so ashamed! I thought they would freak out, but nope, they came to see me and they're okay with it."

"That's great," Rachel said. "It sounds like you have nice friends."

"Yeah. They're coming again today, and Cynthia. Maybe you could meet her!"

"I don't know…" She looked a little scared.

"I think she'll like you," I urged. "She's kinda shy around new people, too. I think you would get along. Can you try? For me?" I folded my hands and pouted, begging for her to give Cynthia a chance. I just know that Cynthia would like her, and I hoped the same for Rachel.

She laughed a little. "Fine," she gave in.

"Yay!" I clapped. "But really, I think she'll like you."

"I hope so," she murmured.

I glanced at the clock. "Crap, I should go. I have therapy. Will you still be here in an hour? Maybe you can have breakfast with me."

"Uh, yeah, sure," she said. "I don't have therapy until ten."

"Oh, Cynthia and my friends are coming at noon," I told her. She nodded. I got up, waved goodbye, and went down the hall to Mrs. Stevens' room. My happiness faded by a fraction as I stood outside the open door. It's just an hour, I told myself, and then you'll see your friends and sister. Just an hour of this. You're fine.

Mrs. Stevens saw me standing in the doorway and waved me in. I entered and sat on the couch. She went over to her desk in the corner and picked up her notepad and pen. It always made me nervous when she wrote something down on it right after I said something.

"Hello again, Alice," she said pleasantly. "To start, is there anything you would like to share?"

I had never told her about my vision. I wasn't sure if it would be best to keep that to myself or to tell her. Did she already know? "Uh, my friends and sister visited yesterday and are coming again today."

"That's good," she said. She wrote something down, which made me nervous as well as a bit annoyed. "Have your parents visited?"

"No," I grumbled. "They won't even come for Cynthia to visit me. It's not fair."

"Why do you think they won't visit?"

"I don't know," I answered bitterly. "If they were here, I could ask them."

"But they're not here," Mrs. Stevens pointed out. NOOOOO WAAAAAY. Really? Hardly noticed. "So what do you think?"

"I don't know," I repeated, "maybe they don't want Cynthia around a crazy person. Maybe they thought I was a problem and they would ignore me until I get better."

She scribbled on the paper again. "Okay," she said simply. Okay? What did that mean? Okay, I think you're insane? Okay, let's move on? Something else? "Maybe they'll come to visit, once they're ready."

"Once they're ready?" I asked incredulously. "They're the ones who betrayed me and shut me in here. I should be the one who needs time."

She had been writing stuff down while I had been talking. She was nodding along, but it still made me think that she wasn't listening. "Would you let up on the writing?" I snapped. "It's annoying and kind of rude."

"Why do you think that?" she asked while putting her pen down.

"Well, because it's like you're not listening to me. I thought the whole point of this was for you to listen and fix me, or whatever it is I need."

"I'm just taking some notes on how I think you're getting along and what you're saying so I can evaluate more thoroughly," she explained.

"Well, could you… I don't know, do it less?"

"I'll try."

"Okay."

"Alright then. Now, it's been a week since your first vision. Have you had any more since then?"

I was out of time to think about this. Truth or lie? If I tell the truth, that might help her help me somehow. If I don't, maybe they'll think that it was just a one-time thing and let me go. Could they somehow find out that I had a vision? And what if I had one in the middle of a session? There would be no way to cover that up.

"Alice?"

The truth will set you free, right? "I actually had another vision," I said slowly.

"When did you have this vision?"

"Wednesday."

"And you're telling me this now?" She didn't sound angry, like when my mother asked that question. It was simply a question, with nothing implied.

"I forgot about it until now," I lied. The vision had been in the back of my mind every session. It would be better if she didn't know that I didn't 'fess up right after I had it. She didn't really have to know, anyway. No harm done, just a little delay. "You reminded me of it when you asked."

"Okay," she said. "What did you see in your vision?"

"Cynthia was telling my friends about where I was. My parents never told them about it."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Mad."

"Do you ever think that you'll forgive your parents for sending you here?"

"I don't know," I grumbled. "Probably sometime." I was tired of talking already, and it had only been ten minutes into the session. I sighed at the clock.

"I'm curious," Mrs. Stevens said, ignoring my sigh. "How do the visions work?"

"Well, I guess my vision gets blurry. Gradually and around the edges at first, but then it travels in. Then it forms a picture, well, more like a video playing. If I'm in it, I'm looking at it and not through myself. The vision plays out, and then my eyes are clear again."

"Interesting," she said after my explanation. She wrote something down, but it was short and quick as to not irritate me. She promptly set the pen down afterward and directed her full attention to me. "Can you tell me any more about the recent vision? Where the setting was, who was all there, what was all said?"

"Well, Cynthia and my friends Emmett, Rosalie, Bella, and Edward were all in her bedroom. My friends said that they called the house and my parents said I was sick and couldn't be visited, but they saw through that. They asked Cynthia where I really was. She told them that my parents said that I was "sick in the head" or something, and that she wasn't supposed to say anything about it. But they said they were worried about me, so she told them that I was at an asylum. The vision ended then, but I could tell that she would tell them the whole story."

She nodded to say that she was listening and that she understood. "Did your parents approve of your friends and sister visiting?"

"I actually don't know," I answered. "They didn't say and I didn't ask. I'll make sure to ask them today. They might have snuck Cynthia out or said that they were taking her somewhere and came here. Maybe they just didn't say that my parents didn't approve. Yeah, I'll have to ask."

It would be like Emmett or Rosalie to suggest something like that, and then getting the others to go with the plan. Cynthia would have been for it without persuasion, and Edward and Bella probably wouldn't have been too hesitant. I was honestly curious now if they told my parents the truth or not.

If they did inform them, my dad would never allow it if he could. He would probably call here and demand that they don't let them in. My stomach squeezed with panic. Then, I would talk to him somehow and maybe try to guilt him into letting them come. And that's just if they did tell. They were all capable of fibbing to my dad for a good reason except for Bella, but they could have just kept her quiet while the others- probably Rosalie and Edward mostly, since Mom and Dad kinda didn't like Emmett just because of his intimidating look and sense of humor- did most of the talking. I think they thought of what I just did, about my dad not letting them in, so they probably went with the safer Plan B. It was the better bet, even though Dad wouldn't like it at all if he found out about the deception.

Mrs. Stevens asked me about my life at home before I was sent here. She asked about how I got along with my family, and about school and my social life. I didn't see why she would need all of that information, but I gave her some anyway. Soon, it was time for me to go.

I hurried out of her room and down the hall towards the common room. Rachel was still there at the back table. She caught my eye, and I waved her over to where I was standing. She got up and moved her way around the other tables.

"Still up for breakfast?"

"Yeah." She smiled her smile that wasn't quite all there. We walked back to the cafeteria. I got a bowl and spoon, a carton of milk, and a mini box of cereal from the counter while she just grabbed a small bottle of orange juice.

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied. I shrugged and let her lead us to a table. She chose one in the back, like I figured she would, and I followed her to it. We sat down and ate our breakfasts. She asked about Cynthia, and I told her some basics about her. I threw in that my parents probably didn't know that she was coming. She asked why that was, and I went into that, too, including the vision I had. She seemed interested in my vision.

"I wish that I could see the future," she said. "That would be cool."

"I can't seem to look past the awful stuff about it, so I can't really tell," I said. "I guess it is kinda cool, in a way."

We carried on with other random conversation. I noticed that she barely drank any of her juice. I asked about it, but she just shrugged it off.

When it was five minutes until ten, Rachel had to go. I walked out with her but kept walking when she turned to go. I waved goodbye and then went to my room.

Two hours of time was hard to fill up, I realized, once I got to my room. I couldn't figure out what I should do to pass the time. I spent only fifteen minutes reading because I finished the last book I had. Thinking about what to do next took five minutes because I gave up on trying to think of what to do. One hour and forty minutes to go.

I finally decided to take a nap. I never really got any extra sleep with my life, so might as well try and get some now that I had time to. I burrowed under the covers, curled up, and closed my eyes.

Aaaaaaliiiiiice. Aaaaaaliiiiiice. Wake up, Alice. ALICE!

I shot up and nearly fell off the bed. Two big hands braced my shoulders to keep me from falling to the floor. I scooted back on my bed.

Rosalie, Edward, Bella, and Cynthia were chuckling. Emmett was completely laughing at me. "I hate you," I said with a mock glare.

"Do not," Emmett shot back childishly. I laughed and got off of the bed while combing my hair with my fingers. It didn't feel too unruly, so I was okay with it once I felt that it was flat.

"Let's get out of here," I said as I walked towards the door. They followed me to the common room and went with me to the same empty couches as yesterday. Rosalie curled up against Emmett's side, and I sat next to them. On the other couch, Edward and Bella were on the far end holding hands while Cynthia sat nearest me. Things almost felt normal when we were all here together.

They all talked about things that they didn't cover yesterday, and things that they had forgotten when the topic was up. Again, we laughed and talked and acted like immature and carefree teenagers. Once, the girl that had yelled at us for being in the hallway came over and told us to keep it down. When we said we would, she called us immature. While she was walking off, Emmett put his hands up to his mouth and made a loud, obnoxious noise. We all dissolved into laughter as she turned to glare at us. We didn't really see the point in fighting about the immaturity comment after that.

We kept up normal (but not any quieter) conversation. I was having fun and thinking that it was good to feel normal. Then my vision got blurry, and I sank into a surprise vision.

Rosalie and I turned the corner to walk back into the common room, but we accidentally ran into someone. I fell down while the person we walked into stumbled over my legs and fell with me. Rosalie backed out of the way in time to not get hit.

"Are you guys okay?" Rosalie asked. I couldn't hold it back; I burst into hysterical giggles on the floor. Rosalie started laughing at me while I just laid on the floor and laughed.

"Hey Jasper," I managed to say.

"Uh, hey, Alice… are you okay?" Jasper was sitting on the floor now instead of being sprawled across it.

"Yeah, I'm good." My giggles died down. "You?"

"I'm fine." He stood up and held out a hand to me. I took it and pulled myself up. He glanced at Rosalie. "I'm sorry," he said, but then his slightly embarrassed and apologetic face turned into something like surprise. Rose looked confused, but then something spread across her face, too. Then it clicked for me.

My vision cleared. I blinked a couple of times, and looked back at the room in front of me. All of my friends and my sister were staring at me in confusion and worry.

"Are you okay?" Cynthia asked.

I nodded. "Yeah…"

"Wait," Emmett said. "Did you just… see the future?" He waved his open hands around in the air at the "see the future" part of his question to make it seem more dramatic.

I ignored his question, though. I thought back to the vision and what happened on it. "OH MY GOSH!"

"What?" several of my friends asked. I ignored them, too. I sprung up from the couch and dragged Rosalie up.

"Come on," I ordered.

"Where are we going?" she asked, bewildered by my sudden urgency.

"Uh, the bathroom. Come on."

Cynthia got up. "Do you want me and Bella to come?"

"No!" Everyone looked shocked, even some people that I didn't know that had heard my outburst. Cynthia looked hurt. "Trust me on this." She probably saw the mischievous glint in my eye that she said came across sometimes, because she nodded curiously and sat down. "Thanks." I yanked on Rosalie's arm again, and she almost had to run to keep up with me as I dragged her away.

"Alice, what's going on?"

"You'll see, just come on."

I kept glancing behind me as I went along. Rose was getting fed up with my secret, I could tell, but I wanted the whole thing to be a surprise.

At another glance, I did a double take. Henry was half turned in the hallway. He waved at someone, and then turned to go down the hall in the opposite direction of Rosalie and I. This had to be the time that Jasper would turn the corner, and we weren't there.

I made a sharp turn and pulled Rose with me. "Alice, what the hell are you doing?"

"Erm, I don't have to pee anymore. Come on, come on!"

"What's the hurry?" I didn't answer. Jasper hasn't showed up yet. What if we were too early? What if we were too late?

We were at the corner. Crap, what if this all went wrong somehow? Before my panic attack peaked, I ran smack into him. Hard. I slipped and fell, closing my eyes for the impact of the floor. I felt him trip over my legs and fall to the side. When everything was still, I opened my eyes.

Jasper was staring at me in horror and unsaid apologies choked him. "Oh- I- are-"

"Are you guys okay?" Rosalie asked. She was staring down at us, slightly shocked and concerned.

I burst out laughing. This whole thing was just somehow funny. I mean, I was just here, on the floor after I just tripped some guy. Rosalie looked confused, as did Jasper. Then, Rose started laughing along with me, or maybe at me. I didn't really care which; I just kept giggling.

"Hey, Jasper," I said in between the chuckles that had become my laughing fit.

"Uh, hey, Alice…" He said as he sat up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You?"

"I'm fine." He stood up, and then held out a hand to me politely. I took it and hauled myself up with his help. He turned to Rosalie then. "I'm sorry." His mouth stayed open, but then he seemed to really look at her, and the words got stuck.

Rose looked confused for a moment, but then it was swept away with a twinge of anger. She must have taken the gawking the wrong way; it wasn't exactly rare that she was stared at by guys. She got pretty annoyed with it now.

Right on cue, Emmett came swooping in, about to tell him off for staring at his girlfriend. "Is there a problem?"

Jasper noticed him standing there and immediately looked terrified. "I-I, uh," was all he could get out. Rosalie was just watching with her arms crossed and stared at Jasper's scared face, but then her arms came loose and she blinked. She glanced at the floor where he just was and seemed to remember something. "Jasper?" she said.

He looked at her, still frightened. She looked straight at his eyes, which I noticed were the very same shade of deep blue as hers. Her eyes swept over his curly, honey blonde hair, which was only a shade or two darker than her own. I noticed that he was tall, too, just like her. That could have been nothing, but with the hair, eyes, and name, you could put the puzzle together.

"Jasper," she gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes were wide.

"Rose," Jasper said. "Rosalie."

Emmett looked confused. "What…?"

Rosalie launched herself at Jasper and threw her arms around his neck in a hug. He looked shocked, but put his arms loosely around her. She was sobbing, so he patted her back comfortingly.

Emmett still looked confused. "Emmett," I said, "that's Jasper."

"Yeah, she said that, but…" the confusion faded as the realization came to him. "Oh, that's JASPER Jasper! Well, shit, why didn't somebody say somethin'?"

I laughed. I was there when Rosalie told Emmett about Jasper, her twin brother. She didn't really know where he was, or how he had changed over the years. It was crazy how they would finally meet again here of all places. I guess craziness brought people together sometimes.

Or pushes them away. I banished the thoughts before they could overtake me. There were more important things to think about now, like how JASPER AND ROSALIE MET AGAIN AND IT WAS ALL THANKS TO ME! Not to brag, but I practically made this whole wonderful fairy-tale thing happen!

Edward, Bella, and Cynthia were over with us now, curious as to what all of the commotion was all about. "It's Jasper!" I squealed. Edward and Bella's curious expressions cleared up into a shocked happiness, but Cynthia was still in the dark.

"Jasper?" she asked.

"Rosalie's twin brother," I explained. "They haven't seen each other or talked for years. But it looks like I brought them together!"

Rose pulled away from Jasper and wiped her streaming eyes. "You tripped," she said. "How did you do all this by tripping?"

I tapped my head. "Same reason why I'm here," I said.

"Holy crap!" Emmett exclaimed. "Is that what you… saw?" He held his spread hands up and moved them in circles to make the moment more dramatic again.

"Yup," I chirped.

"That is so COOL!"

Rosalie chuckled, but it turned into a scowl. "Oh, your shirt…" she swiped at the smeared makeup on Jasper's right shoulder that her tears had left.

"It's fine, really." He grinned, like, really grinned. His ocean blue eyes had been murky and dark in the depths, but that was gone, with brightness and light replacing it. "I'm just glad you're here, little sister."

"Ten minutes! I'm your little sister by ten minutes. You can't brag about that."

He laughed, light and carefree to match his brightening smile. "I'm older, so I say that I can."

"Not fair!" This earned another laugh from Jasper. It made me smile to see him so happy, after all that he had gone through.

We all sat down in our former positions, while Jasper pulled up a chair from an empty table. Everyone got introduced, and we all talked just like we had before Jasper came. All of the seriousness that he had was banished by the radiating happiness that took its place. He fit right into the group.

The happy buzz lasted for the rest of my day. Another vision had done some good. My parents loved Rosalie, so maybe if I told them what had happened, they would soften up on the whole "visions are bad" thought that they had pounded into their heads.

Maybe there was some hope for me and my family after all.

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