[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] Today's update is dedicated my lovely girlfriend because she always believes in me.

18

When I arrived home later in the afternoon, my parents were already home. Mother's eyes were red and puffy. A vision of her slapping me across the face and pulling me by the shoulders flashed through my head.

I stepped backwards. "You are back early." I stated. Julianna took my coat and hat. She petted my head and sighed. I hoped I didn't get her into trouble for making it so easy for me to sneak out with Isabella.

"Where have you been?" Mother asked, putting her stitchery aside. Her hands were trembling. "Mary Alice?"

It was rare that she was using my full name to address me. It always meant I was just seconds away from getting into a big, messy trouble.

"Isabella took me with her to visit some friends. They are very fine and hospitable ladies."

Mother shook her head and sighed. "This Isabella seems to have some influence on you, child. Has she been widowed for long?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It will be two years this fall. We don't talk much about her late husband."

My mother petted my hair. "That woman sure is having an influence on you. Did you go out to the movie theatre? The new Mary Pickford movie is supposed to be amazing."

Her hands looked cramped somehow. She was holding on to the hem of her dress so hard, her knuckles turned white. "This Isabella should talk this nonsense about the monster out of your head. I wish so much—"

I shook my head. I wasn't angry at my mother. She was way more understanding about my visions than father was.

"You seem happy when you talk of her. I am glad you managed to make a friend."

Friend? I never had many friends in my life. No parent would allow their child to play with the weird one. Friends, I was sure though, were never kissing and fondling each other like Isabella and I had done. With Isabella, it was like there was magic. The ways she made me feel and the things she made me want were miraculous. The very thought of her filled my belly with three dozens of butterflies.

Julianna brought me a glass of lemonade and placed it in front of me. Mother nodded her head and mumbled a thank you to our maid. "That's all for today. You can go home early if you wish so."

I touched my throat and found myself once again trying to pull on long curls of hair that weren't there anymore. The wall clock told me that it just after four in the afternoon. I couldn't remember the last time mother had sent Julianna home before seven. Something was wrong. I just couldn't put a name on it. Were my parents going to fire her? No, they couldn't do that, right?

"Drink the lemonade, Mary Alice. It's the only remainder your sister left. She is so fond of this stuff."

I smiled. Cynthia was such a dear child, and I had seen her grow into an even more stunning young woman. Why was it that my visions could show me the most gruesome things at some times and at others, I could see things that filled my heart with pure happiness?

"Drink before the mosquitos come in. The sugar in the lemonade seems to turn them wild. I don't need those nasty insects biting me."

I sipped on the lemonade. The taste was slightly bitter. My mouth was dry. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was. Impatiently, I gulped down the entire content of the glass. It was so sour. I wrinkled my nose. There was no way my sweet-toothed sister would have liked this.

"Why don't you go upstairs to your room and lay down a bit? You look tired, child."

My sight turned foggy. I could feel myself beginning to drool but I couldn't bring up the strength to swallow back my spittle. "What did you give me?" I stuttered, realizing that my entire body was starting to feel numb and tired.

I could feel mother's hand on my forehead. The floor creaked under steps coming closer towards us. I saw a pair of polished brown shoes and a white cotton coat. Then, my eyelids became too heavy to hold my eyes open.

My mother sobbed loudly. "Are you sure this is the only way? I don't want this."

The voice of the doctor was calm. He always used to speak in an unpleasant sound, as if his nose was blocked. He put his hand around my wrist and counted.

"What other choice do we have?" Father said. "We need to save her from herself. Dr. Smith, don't you agree?"

The doctor coughed. "Schizophrenia is a terrible disease. Mary Alice is a danger to others and herself. Don't you have a little girl? If I were you, I'd worry for her safety."

Anger filled me. How dare he? Like I would ever hurt Cynthia! I loved her.

I could feel some sort of stiff blanket being wrapped around my chest. My elbows cut against my stomach. What the hell were they doing with me? I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

"Did you give her all that was in the ampulla?" He asked, forcing my body to lie down on the couch. Then, I felt myself being lifted up and carried outside. I tried to scream, but my mouth didn't seem to be capable to do it. Fear spread through me. I was trapped inside my own body. My own mother had made me drink some kind of weird medication that paralyzed me. It was like in my vision. I wanted to run, but I couldn't.

I was heaved into the back of a car. It smelled like gasoline. Sometime during the uncomfortable drive I must have passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was alone. Neither my parents nor Dr. Smith were with me. I looked around. The small room was illuminated by a petroleum lamp on a wooden table. The light was so bright it hurt my eyes. They felt as if I had rubbed sand into them. I groaned and stretched. I was lying on a narrow pallet. It was cold and smelled nasty. "Where am I?" I whispered. The air in the room was sticky and foul. I couldn't see a window and felt like the walls of the rooms were moving towards me to suffocate me. I was trapped, like a mouse in a trap.

My entire body was drenched in a cold sweat. I shivered. "Hello?" My arms felt sore. I tried to sit up, immediately being pulled back by a metal cuff around my left ankle. "Hello?" I called. There was no response. I called again, louder this time. "Hello, is anybody there?" I wasn't sure if I really wanted an answer to my question.