This is my first fan fiction, so please be kind. I figured I'd play with my favorite character to start off. Also, there is a reference in here to Edward and the Traffic Violation by MStar on Ramblings and Thoughts, another Twilight Fan Fiction Archive. Just thought I'd throw that in there. I in no way own that.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any of the characters, except my many managers and hospital workers.

It was just any other day

It was just any other day. Jasper and I had combed the mall for anything and everything that I could have possibly wanted. I had tons and tons of things; Jasper had even had to make a trip back to the house to empty my car once already, and he was on his second run. I wasn't really paying any attention, trying to find the yellow Vera Wang sundress that I had seen Bella in, when the store manager tapped me on the shoulder.

"Ms. Cullen?" he said politely. "We need to talk to you for a moment. Would you please step into the back room with us?" My vision went blank for a moment and changed. I was standing in a white padded room, utterly alone. I let out a scream, both in the vision and in the present.

"No!" I screeched. "I won't go there again! Never!" The manager looked utterly terrified.

"We just need to talk to you, Ms. Cull-"

"No," I growled. "You'll never take me alive! I refuse to go back to the asylum! I refuse!" The manager's eyes went wide and he reached for the walkie talkie on his hip.

"I need help in the shoe department. Possible threat to store security." I couldn't help it. I sat down in the middle of the store and sobbed, violent tearless sobs, and cried out, "I can't go back there! No! All the things that I might miss buying!" It never occurred to me to run, though I could have easily walked away. And before I knew it, I was strapped into a straight-jacket and being carted off in an ambulance.

Sitting by myself in the back of the ambulance, I struggled with the straight-jacket. I should have been able to easily break out of it, but that wasn't the case. What was this thing made of?

The ambulance turned a corner and I fell off of my cot. I growled at the dented side wall of the vehicle. How dare they imprison a Cullen like this!

There was no facility with the accommodations for mental people in Port Angeles. There was none in Forks (duh). So where did they take me? Seattle. Hours away from my beautiful mall. Hours away from all of the lovely things to buy. Sure there was mall in Seattle, but what were the chances that I would be able to shop when I got there?

Hm. Let me think. Zero, zip, zilch. No chance at all. I struggled some more, finally managing to break the binding on the straight-jacket. I jumped up and ran to the doors, but they wouldn't give.

What the hell? I growled to myself. How were they managing to imprison a vampire for God's sake? I tried to break off the handle, but it wouldn't budge. What in the world?

The ambulance lurched to a stop. Whirling around, I saw that we were at the hospital. I quickly slipped back into the straight-jacket and hopped onto the gurney. The doors opened shortly after. I smiled dazzlingly.

"Let's go, Ms. Cullen," the cute one said. I was confused. Edward always dazzled Bella. It couldn't be that hard.

"Okay," I grinned, hopping down. I pretended to stumble and the paramedic helped me to stand back straight. "Thanks," I said. He shook his head, probably trying to figure out what had caused the change in my attitude. He led me inside to the receptionist's desk.

"This the mental patient?" she asked.

"Ooh! Ooh! I love your shoes!" I said, bouncing up and down. Her eyes widened.

"Thank you, I think." She tapped a few keys on her computer. "Alright, Steve. Room four is free." The cute paramedic nodded and led me to a room that was surprisingly a normal hospital room. There was no padding anywhere. My vision was wrong? Steve let me out of the straight-jacket and I bounced to the bed.

"Can I use this phone?" I asked, pointing to the one on the side table.

"Sure," Steve said, writing on a clip board and taking my spiked stilettos. "Someone will be in here soon." I nodded as he left and after making sure the hall was clear, I dialed Edward's phone.

"Come get me!" I demanded when he picked up the phone. He began laughing.

"So. I got a phone call a few hours ago telling me that my sister was being taken to the Seattle Institution for the Mentally Unstable. You do realize that that white room was simply the back warehouse, right?" I grumbled.

"Of course I realize it now. I need you to come get me!" Edward laughed again.

"Oh, no. I'm having too much fun with this one."

"Edward," I threatened. "You had better come get me."

"What are you going to do? I hear that SIMU has some really great programs for addicts. I might just mention that my dear sister has a shopping problem."

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen—"

"Oops," he cut me off. "There's Bella. See you in a few days, Alice!" I suppressed a scream as he hung up on me and then dialed Carlisle's number.

"Cullen," he muttered.

"Daddy?" I said, switching instantly to a childish voice.

"Alice? Where are you? I don't recognize this number." I pouted.

"I'm in Seattle. I need you to come get me."

"Why are you in—oh, hello, Edward. What brings you here?" I groaned at Edward's rapid explanation of where I was. Carlisle laughed heartily.

"Alice?" he asked. "Is what Edward said true?"

"Well," I muttered.

"I think this is a learning experience for you, like Edward's night in jail, remember?" I laughed at the memory of Edward's 'traffic violation', when he spent the night in Fork's Prison, supervised by none other than Charlie Swan, and then realized what Carlisle meant when I had a vision.

"Daddy!" I gasped. "You can't! I'll go insane! I've done it before! Have you realized what they make you wear in here? They've already taken my heels! You can't do this to me!"

"Edward had to do it! If you wanted sympathy, you should have called Jasper. I'll see you soon, honey!" Carlisle hung up before I could say anything else. I threw the phone against the wall.

"I can't believe this," I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. "This is great, just freaking great."