Hope you all enjoyed chapter one. I'm a little worried about this story, mainly because it shows the side of Alice that I see, the one I don't think many others see. I hope you like this chapter.
Disclaimer: See first chapter. Mainly because I can't remember what I wrote there.
Do you know what they do to you in a mental hospital? They strip search you. They take away all pointy objects, meaning high heels and earrings, which I don't wear, but if I had, they would be gone. They give you disgusting food and threaten to throw you in the anorexic ward if you don't eat it. And then they feed you laxatives. There's a bed time in the mental ward.
The lights didn't go out here. They dimmed considerably, but never completely darkened. The nurse who had forced that hideous lump of brown stuff she called pot roast down my throat came to my door.
"Time to go to sleep, Ms. Cullen. Into bed now." And she locked the door behind her. As if that could keep me in. Humpfh. And then another thought struck me.
I hadn't been able to get out of the ambulance. I had barely managed getting out of the straight-jacket. So what made me think I was getting out of here?
I didn't go to bed that night. I paced the floor constantly, visions of multiple escape plans that would never work, courtesy of the other patients, rolling through my head in a steady barrage. When first light came, I wasn't sure, but there seemed to be a slight indentation in the floor, and a large crack that I'd managed to cover with the bed. Don't ask.
"Ms. Cullen," the same nurse who had locked me in the night before opened the door. "You're being released on the insistence of your father. You're ride is in the hall. Here are your things." She handed me the bag with my clothes, purse, and oh! My blessed shoes! As I began pulling on my black jeans and camisole, Bella entered the room, her face amused.
"So. First I have to get Edward out of jail, and now I have to get you out of the mental hospital? What's next? Will it be Emmett, Rosalie, or Jasper?" I glared at her, slipping on my stilettos.
"Oh, shut up. And you'll be picking Emmett up from detention tomorrow." I threw my purse over my shoulder and brushed past her. She was trying desperately not to laugh and failing horribly.
She led me through the many different wards of the hospital to the parking garage. I pouted when she refused to let me drive—"Edward said absolutely no one but me!" So I slid as far down in the seat as I could.
"I didn't even get to buy the dress," I muttered.
"Thank the Lord," Bella whispered, maneuvering the streets carefully.
"Bella," I whined, sitting up in the seat and turning to her. "I can get us home in less than an hour! If you drive, it's going to take more than four hours."
"And I promised Edward that I would keep myself and his car in safe condition. I'm sorry, but I don't believe either of us—I mean the car and I—would be safe if you drove. Especially since I'm under orders to bring you straight home, and your trip would include several stops at every mall on the way home. I don't have to be psychic to know that." I simply slid back down in my seat again, pulling up the internet on my cell phone. I squealed in delight when I found the dress I had been looking for on the Vera Wang website.
"Yes!" I shrieked, causing Bella to cringe. I typed in my credit card number and pressed "buy". A message popped up on the tiny screen.
We're sorry to inform you that your credit card has been declined. I frowned in confusion and tried another. They all said the same thing. The angry realization dawned on me.
"He wouldn't." I hurriedly dialed Carlisle.
"Daddy, dear," I whispered. "Did you think I wouldn't realize that you cancelled every single one of my credit cards? Do you seriously think I'm that stupid?"
"No," Carlisle chuckled. "I knew you would find out. I was almost counting on it." I growled.
"Run, Carlisle," I whispered menacingly. "If you're home when I get there, I will personally rip you limb from limb and burn the pieces." I hung up and ripped Bella from the driver's seat and took her place. She cowered in the passenger's seat.
"Forgive me, Edward," she muttered.
I arrived home in less than forty-five minutes. Carlisle was smart enough to take my threat seriously, as he was absent from the house.
"Bella!" Edward exclaimed in relief. "Thank God you're okay. Alice's menacing thoughts coming at me from three miles away had me worried." He pulled her from the front seat and held her tight.
"Don't worry, Edward," I muttered. "She's in no danger. You, on the other hand, had better run!" I gave him a three second head start, not that he needed it, before taking off after him.
"You, you deplorable creature, let me stay in that horrible place, knowing what they would do to me! Do you have no sympathy for my past?" I screeched, chasing after him, throwing images at his mind steadily. That last part brought him to a stand-still.
"No," he whispered honestly. "I didn't think about that. I'm sorry Alice." All of my anger faded. Of course, he couldn't know what it would do to me. I wasn't even supposed to be able to remember the institution I was in as a human. But that didn't erase the feeling of despair that washed over me while I was in that place. It was almost as if my subconscious remembered.
I turned and walked back to the house, oblivious to Edward and Bella behind me. My Porsche was parked safely in the garage, absent of shopping bags, which I found in my room, piled in the massive closet. Jasper wasn't there.
"Edward?" I called out, knowing he would hear, if not my voice, my mind.
"Yeah, Alice?" he asked, coming to my door.
"Where's Jasper?" Edward sighed.
"He went hunting. His eyes were pitch black." I nodded and began unpacking my things, carefully hanging up the clothes, mine on one side of the closet, Bella's on the other.
Almost as if I had conjured her up, Bella appeared in the doorway. I hadn't even noticed her approaching. "Hi," she said softly. At my downcast look, she asked brightly, "Wanna play guinea pig Bella?" I laughed.
"Are you just trying to cheer me up?" In the same two-year-old tone, she replied, "Would I ever willingly volunteer to play guinea pig Bella otherwise?" I laughed again.
"Come see what I bought you." She took my hand and ventured closer to the racks. I heard her sigh as she fingered through the clothes. "Most are for after you're changed, but some, like this," I pulled a simple white eyelet dress out, "is for now." Bella smiled.
"Thank you."
"You don't mean that," I replied. "You hate shopping, and you really hate getting new clothes."
"But you are having a bad day, and I can't stand that. So, for the sake of your happiness, I will lie to you and pretend to like the fact that you bought me tons of new clothes." I smiled and pulled her into a tight, but not damaging, hug.
"Thank you, Bella. You truly are the best sister I could ask for." She laughed when I released her, but then caught sight of a white garment bag hanging on a rack of its own.
"What's that?" she asked suspiciously. I began to herd her from the closet.
"That is for me to know, and you to find out," I insisted, my mood already brighter.
"I'm scared," Bella whimpered.
So there's chapter two. I'm not sure if I should leave it the way it is, or continue. What do you think? I would kind of like to add some more into it, maybe on Edward, Carlisle, Jasper, and Bella's points of view. Hm. You tell me.
Love Always,
Silhouette Alexandri