AN: Thank you to my Beta, Catriona.
Betrayed
The vision had confused me, and I avoided Jazz and Edward so I could be alone with myself. I sat on the roof trying to make sense of it. It was a dream that someone would have –no, everyone who knew anything about me didn't sleep. It was a hallucination –no, why would I hallucinate, it came to me with both the clarity of a vision, and the milky 'not-quite-there' texture that my family had described human memories to have –the whole scene was in my face, as clear as glass, but as if I was viewing it from underwater, the soft currents smudging the lines of my father's fearful and angry face.
Sitting alone on the roof, another vision pushed itself into my mind.
A doctor had me sitting on the floor. He asked me my name. "My name is Mary Alice Brandon, Sir," I answered calmly. He asked me when I was born and how old I was "I was born in nineteen-oh-one, on the first of December, Sir, I will be eighteen years old this year." He asked me about the boy I had seen, and I excitedly told him that I had met a charming man with a dusty shade brown hair, and the face of an angel. I told him that the man was so pale that he was radiant of light and that he had brilliant red eyes. The doctor looked up at my father disapprovingly, like he thought I was telling a lie!
My mother entered the room. She looked like me, but here eyes were puffy and red, tears still leaking from them. She was shaking slightly, and my tiny sister hid behind her, a fearful expression on her fragile face.
"Mother?" I asked, cocking my head slightly, wondering why she was so distraught.
"Richard, she always has her head in the clouds, she must have a fever! Don't do this to her! Please if you just –" My father silenced her with a look.
"Mother why are you worried for me?" I asked, puzzled by her apparent anguish. She did not look me in the eye; she only flinched at my words. I gasped as my sixth sense answered me. She was pleading with my father –as the doctor tried to tie my hands behind my back, –but not for my sake.
"Richard, we can sort this out privately, no one needs know, we can send her away under less severe circumstances!" she was bawling "Cynthia will never marry with the girl in an asylum!" She screamed at him, but his uncaring eyes just warned her to hold her tongue.
"Father, Doctor, where are you going to send me? I saw mother crying in my premonition!" Father's eyes widened, and the doctor roughly grabbed my thin arms, forcing them behind my back and pulling a vice like knot into the rope he was franticly securing around my wrists. The scene from my flash of enlightenment played again.
My mother screeched the word asylum like it was some kind of hell, but the Doctor who was hurting my arms as he dragged me out of the house reassured me that he was taking me to a nice place, until my family had calmed down. He told me he would take me to a safe place with other people who were like me. He didn't look me in the eye while he told me.
I sat on the roof until Dawn, feeling betrayed by the woman who should have been weeping over my death, not pleading that I be disposed of in a sanitary way as far as my sister's marriage prospects were concerned. I felt sold out by the father who had called the doctor to take me away when he should have been trying to avenge my abduction. I felt so orphaned.
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