A/N: This is Alice's last letter she wrote as a human. It's addressed to her stepmother who physically sent her to the asylum. Alice saw her stepmother receiving the letter and partly believing the letter. Alice feels so hurt and betrayed that she needs the satisfaction of "ruining" the life of at least one of those who ruined hers. She's about eleven and sometimes confuses the future with the present. Takes place before the shock treatments.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight saga. Stephanie Meyer does.
Dear Mommy,
I am finally in an asylum. A crazy house. I'm not crazy, though. I really am not crazy. I'm not just saying this to dissuade you either. Because I'm not crazy. I don't belong in here. But because of you, I'm considered crazy. It's not my fault, it's yours. It's yours because you're afraid of my premonitions. My premonitions that tell me the future. No, Mommy, I don't think you're stupid; you are just afraid of Daddy too. You could've stopped him, though.
I'm innocent. Just gifted - special. None of my visions were evil. In fact, they could've prevented it. Remember Baby Cousin Connor? You and Daddy killed your own favorite little boy, your nephew. Of course, according to you, he was never my cousin because whoever was related to me was either dead or cursed. It could've been prevented; all you and Daddy had to do was warn them. But you ever so wisely agreed with Daddy and said that you didn't want me to curse him. I loved Connor too, you know. You just didn't want to believe me. But I was right. I always am - you should understand that by now.
Mommy, I could've been an advantage. I could have been your little spy. I could've been the good guy, instead of the bad.
Mommy, I stupidly loved you in hopes that if maybe I cared for you then you would for me also, but, of course, it'll never end happily for me. I used to trust you, you know.
I want to be trusted and loved...
You betrayed me. I know that you hate Daddy secretly because he wants only your body. He doesn't like girls because of what happened with my real mother. The dead one. She loved me. She also admitted that I was just special - nothing else. So she believed me. Just like a real mom should...
It's alright because my husband will kill you. I saw it, Mommy. His name is Major Jasper Whitlock Cullen-Hale. He's beautiful. I don't care that you don't care because I do know that you are actually faintly fascinated about my husband, your murderer. He has a pretty shaggy mane of honey-blond hair and stunning golden eyes. When you see him, they'll still be red, though.
I'm telling you all this to warn you - scare you, really. To haunt you, Mommy. And you'll believe me. Except you will think that I'm exaggerating; you'll still be extra cautious and afraid. You won't forget, I promise.
Love from your former daughter,
Mary Alice Brandon-Whitlock Cullen
Fin.