A/N this story will be kind of weird, so try and stick with me. I don't own Twilight.
Book of the update: Tales of Despereaux by Jamie Michalak
I am all alone: forgotten, ignored, with nothing, no one, no past, present… future
They think I don't see the stares, they think I'm crazy, that I can't hear them. But I can. And I'm not crazy. I have no one to run to. No one to help me up when I fall. They watch me. Day and night, trying to see if I'll go jump off a building, or run away to the streets. Not that they care. They just think it would be funny: the weird girl, getting locked up forever, dying alone and forgotten. My mother and father both seem to agree with the crowd. Calling for me doctors and psychiatrists, hoping to make me normal, or at least, to hide me away somewhere where I wouldn't embarrass them anymore. I don't want to stay, but too afraid of what they'll do to me if I run; I am trapped inside my own life. Quickly as they come, the torments fade into nothing s the world goes blank, and all I hear is the beating of my own frantic heart, tortured in a new way by the image in my mind:myself,blurred and strange, screaming and writhing in pain, with a dark shape looming over me, eyes golden in the murky haze…
A sharp pain brings me back to reality as someone kicks me in the shins. I retreat into the corner, frightened by what I had seen, and wishing to never see it again. I had to keep it a secret, and so I try, but they all hear when I scream and cry out in my sleep about the things to come -things that will be, could be, and would be. The premonitions- faded and blurred images of the things that haven't happened- threatening to make me live out my days in the madhouse, along with all of the mental oddities.
I see the vision again, but more; this time, I can see my own heart stop beating, and can't stop myself from crying out in fear. Instantly, every eye is upon me, and I am curled in a ball on the ground, looking at people's shoes. Something prods my shoulder, and I look up into the face of my father, staring down at me as I scream. He jerks me to my feet, trying to drag me away, but I rip my arm free, turning and running. I'll go anywhere. Far away. Someplace where they won't judge me or send me to therapy and doctors' offices. Somewhere where I can be free.
A/N can anyone tell me what time period Alice is from? I can't find it, and if no one knows, I'm just gonna guess, and not specify what the time is.