Authors Note: My first fanfic…. Please R&R and be honest...
Disclaimer: As you all know, I am not Stephenie Meyer and I don't own Twilight. But these are my own thoughts, and if you steal them and use them for your own purposes, I will hurt you.
Each tortured cry blended in with the next until the walls themselves screamed in anguish. A young girl lay atop a soiled mass of straw in the corner of a blackened cell where unbeknownst to her; she was to spend the rest of her life. If you glanced in an hour earlier, you would have seen her screaming and hysterical but the sedative they forcibly injected into her arm took care of that little dilemma. Now she was calm enough to listen to the priest outside her door (although the drool seeping uncontrollably from her mouth was hardly an indication of consciousness) and be exorcised of her inner demons. It was so cold in the room when you drew in a breath it felt as if you were drinking ice-water. The girl would have shivered but alas, she still had no authority over her own body and simply ended up twitching from time to time. The priest stood up and left, deeming her cause fruitless. Poor girl, soon the electroshock would begin.
"Alice… Alice?" a voice called faintly. "Oh… What do you see? Umm…Focus Alice. Focus. Where are you?"
I fell. That was unusual; actually everything about this vision was unusual. I shook my head a few times to push the lingering fragments out of my sight and stood up.
"Sorry Rosie." I stifled a grin as she glared at me for using her pet name. "You're a little bit behind schedule today."
"Whatever." she sighed. "Was it important?"
Yes. I have a feeling it was.
"No. Not really."
"Good. I came in here to ask you for some advice." I was intrigued. "It's important and I can't have everyone depressed over another 'Bella' crisis. I need your complete attention."
A wedding dress. They're getting married again.
"Look…It is of the utmost importance you keep this a secret." Rosalie cautioned. "I want to surprise everyone just this once. It just gets so boring, you know, with your visions and Edward's mind-reading thing. Speaking of which…..If one word of this gets out to Edward, I've been guarding my thoughts for a month and a half-"
"You're getting married." I sang.
"Alice" she groaned. "Couldn't you at least pretend to be surprised?" She flopped down on to the floor and beat her head against it. It retaliated by engulfing her in a small cloud of sawdust.
"Nope, sorry Rosie." I sniggered. "What kind of vampire would I be if I didn't share all of this helpful information I receive."
"A normal one. Anyways…I came to ask for your input on my dress." She sat up and walked over to my window. "I found three I absolutely adore and can't choose between them." I pondered this for a short moment.
"Why don't you just wear them all?" I suggested. "One for the ceremony, one for the reception and the last for the after party." Rosalie's face brightened as she warmed to my idea.
"Alice you're a genius." She flung herself across the room an engulfed me in a hug. "At all of the other weddings I only had one dress. This is going to be the most original one yet! What would we do without you?"
"Well for starters, you'd never go outside during the day-"
"Wait." She released me from her death grip and started pacing. "Well, that just brings on a whole new set of problems. I can't wear my hair the same way with all three dresses. I suppose I'll have to redo it every time I switch. It should only take about a minute or so. It's not like I'm inviting any humans… "
"What about Bella?"
"Huh?" She looked startled. "Right. Well, it's not like she'd be surprised. She's basically an expert on Vampire history since Edward, in all his self- righteous stupidity, decided to enlighten her."
"You're not inviting her are you? Rosalie…"
"Why should I? It's my wedding not hers. All everyone talks about is Bella. How brave she is. How happy they are Edward's finally found someone. No one seems to remember the countless times she's put our family in danger. She's not going to ruin my wedding! If only Edward didn't get there in time..."
There was a low growl at the door and Rosalie turned around to see Edward glaring at her
"You don't mean that." He said in a low menacing voice.
"Oh but I do." she spat. "She's just made my life more difficult. Why should I like her?"
Edward. She's just upset. I spoke in his mind. You know she doesn't mean half of the things she says when she's angry.
"Rosalie. Is it completely beyond you to be happy for someone else?" He took a step towards her. "Must everyone flock around you and shower you with attention day in and day out? I can't even begin to comprehend how one gets to be as selfish as you. It's disgusting."
"Me disgusting?" she snorted. "I'm not the one playing with my food."
With that last statement, it became noticeably more difficult for Edward to control himself. His lips curled back in a grimace that would have terrified the bravest of fiends. Rosalie looked on smugly.
Edward don't. You know she's just trying to upset you. She didn't mean it. She's jealous; you know how she gets…
Instead of replying he let loose a howl of rage that caused Rosalie's self-satisfied expression to falter slightly. He turned around muttering something about how impossible she was and strode out the room directly into Emmett.
"What the hell is going on?" Emmett shouted at Edwards back. He turned towards Rosalie who shrugged.
"She said she wished Bella was dead." I supplied.
"Rosie…"
"What? Is everyone against me now? Why don't you just join Edward and attack me too. Why don't you marry Bella instead, since I'm so disgusting and selfish!" With that she marched out of the room.
"Rosie." Emmett pleaded. "I never said that. You're not disgusting." Emmett shot a helpless glance back at me before he followed her down the stairs. Kindly, he shut my door.
"Oh, but I'm selfish..."
All hell broke loose before I had time to consider my vision. It was different than any I've had before. The images were crystal clear and instead of hearing exactly what was going on in the scene, it was like someone was narrating it. Reading it to me like a script.
"Alice." Imuttered to myself. "You are far too exhausted to contemplate this right now. Discuss it with Jasper when he gets home and go take a bath."
As I soaked in my tub, I gradually unwound and fell into a state as close to sleep as I could get.
