A/N: Here it is, chapter 2! Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to finished the third chapter of this before I posted this. My goal is to get at least 5 reviews on this chapter before I post the next one. So please, review! It lets me know what part of my story is good and what part is not so great. So...enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I tried to even think I owned Twilight, Edward would laugh at me.

I woke up the next morning to my mother drawing my curtains for me. I was accustomed to her doing so, as it was an effective method of getting me out of my cozy bed.

"Mary Alice Brandon, rise and shine!" my mother sang. She then disappeared into the hallway. I was too comfortable and did not want to get out of bed. Jasper was still in my arms. I had no memory of my dream last night if I had one. I never could remember my dreams. When the girls in class would talk about there various dreams the night before, I would only pretend to listen. I could not fully partake in the conversation. It was another reason why I was slowly becoming an outcast.

I slipped one slender leg out of bed and then the other. I stepped into red plush slippers, a gift I received from one of my many aunts two Christmases ago. I stretched my arms over my head. The sleeves of my nightgown fell past my elbows as I light out a loud yawn.

I made my way down the long hallway of the upper floor of my house to reach the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and went to the sink, where I proceeded to wash my face. I splashed cold water on myself, making myself become even more awake.

I went back to my room to continue to dress myself. I decided on a white blouse and a navy jumper. I tied a red ribbon in my hair to keep it pushed away from my face. I slipped on my stocking and then put brown dress shoes on. I thought it was an appropriate outfit for the day.

The smell of eggs and toast wafted up the stairs and into my room. I knew that breakfast was ready. I darted downstairs, not once losing my balance or slipping on the polished staircase.

My mother was waiting for me in the dining room. She was not eating or sitting down, however she looked anxious to see me. Cynthia must have already eaten because the maid was now clearing a near-empty plate and she was no where in sight.

"Do you have to tell me something Mother?" I asked. She was fiddling with the end of her sleeves. It was a nervous habit that she always had.

"Mary, I heard you screaming in your sleep last night again." My mother placed her fingers by her temples and lightly massaged them. This is what she was worried about. Lately, along with my episodes I have been talking in my sleep. No, not talking – screaming. My parents would wake me up when it first started, but when they shook me out of the daze, I had no recollection of the dream. Eventually, they gave up trying to come to my rescue every time they heard my screams in the middle of the night. It was almost a nightly thing now.

"Mother, I can assure you, everything will be fine. I probably just had a bad dream." It seemed like that was the only thing I could tell her before she thought that I was losing my mind. Is that was this was coming to? Was I losing my mind? Was I slowly slipping into insanity like the rest of my family secretly feared?

My mother muttered something under her breath that I could not understand. She left me alone in the dining room.

My food was soon brought out to me. I could barely eat any of the scrambled eggs and I took two bites of my toast. When my mother passed through the dining room, I made a show of eating my eggs. I did not want her worrying about my eating habits on top of anything else she worried about me. I was always slim, but I have been losing weight because of my decreased appetite. All of my clothes hung loosely off of my petite frame and my face had become sullen. I looked sickly half of the time.

I sat up, hastily throwing my napkin on the table. I ran upstairs so I could read my daily scripture before I had to go off to school. Maybe reading something good could help me forget all of the bad.

I entered my room and shut the door behind me. I pulled my Bible out of my desk drawer and turned to the verse my mother assigned. I began to read it out loud. It was from the book of Proverbs:

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

And lean not on your own understanding

In all your ways acknowledge him

And he shall direct your path

I took a moment to reflect on the verse. That was when the worst thing possible could have happened.

The Bible fell out of my hands with a loud thud on my floor. My eyes widened and I stared straight ahead of me, though I could not see anything. My vision blurred and eventually blackened. I focused on the image coming to my mind.

There was a dark room. There was only one tiny, barred window and the door was not able to be opened from where she was. Her short hair stood on end. There was a growl. Two burgundy eyes watched her from the top of a window. She shrieked, but no one could hear her. No one could ever hear her. She was left alone in the world. As good as dead. Who would want such a freak for a daughter? She was never normal. Why did she pretend? Another growl. The eyes disappeared. The door to the room slowly opened…

I collapsed to the floor. My body hitting the floor made a loud sound, causing my mother to rush upstairs to my bedroom. Cynthia crept up behind her. I could hear her calling my name, hoping I would open my eyes. I opened one and then the other, regaining my vision. I did not want my mother to see me after one of my episodes. I knew that they scared her as much has they scared me.

My mother wrapped her arms around me and began to sob. I did not know why it upset her. I did not even know if my episodes were that terrible. Cynthia ran out of my room, obviously frightened.

"Mother, what's happening to me?" I asked. I did not cry. I never cried, even when both my mother and sister did over my condition. If they weren't going to be strong about it, someone had to be.

"I don't know. I honestly don't know." I stood up, showing my mother that I would be fine.

I have been asking my mother the same question, receiving the same response for the past few years. At first, my mother did not know of my condition. I tried to hide it. Whenever I saw something, I just brushed it off. Then, one day, I was playing dolls with Cynthia. My gaze became dreamy and she was snapping her fingers to try and get me out of it. That was the first day that I saw Jasper.

He said he was looking for a better life then he was currently living. His burgundy eyes seemed fierce, but with the capability to love someone. His gorgeous honey blonde hair was tied back, pieces falling in his face. He stormed away from the others, never to look back on them.

When that happened, Cynthia called for my mother. At first, she thought I was epileptic and should be taken to the doctor to be examined. That excuse worked for the time. She explained to other family members that my condition was merely epilepsy, but we both knew that it was so much more than that. Then, my episodes only happened every few months. Now, they are happening every few days.

"You can go back to what you were doing. I will be fine. I would be ready to leave for school soon." I told my mother and smiled slightly, trying to look well. My mother was not fully convinced but she left me there anyway.

I fingered the gold cross that hung around my neck, remembering the verse I was instructed to read today. I got on my need and folded my hands, praying that I would understand why it was all happening to me, of all people. I finished praying, not certain if God heard me. I have been praying like that for years and there was no response yet.

I looked at Jasper, my stuffed bear on my bed. I remembered the Jasper from my episodes. There might have been a reason for these episodes -these visions- after all.

I collected all of my belongings and headed downstairs.

"Bye, Mother. I am leaving." I called. She appeared in the doorway by me.

"Are you sure that you are feeling well? Do you want to stay home from school today?" She asked. I would not let my condition consume my life like it has been doing lately. I shook my head and left.

I thought that maybe that through the course of the day, God would answer me.

I highly doubted it.