2. Visitor

The nurse handed me a packet of papers and an apologetic smile. I grabbed them, with an unsteady hand, and walked out of the building. The warm wind whipped my hair as I glanced up at the black sky. Not a star in sight, figures. I wiped an escaping tear and fiddled for my keys. It took me a few tries, but I finally unlocked the door and sat inside. How did this happen! My entire world gone in an instant. I'm all alone. There's no one else. The police said they would be in contact with me tomorrow. If I hadn't heard from my father yet, they would be forced to put me in child services. But I wasn't a child! I couldn't do this all alone though…Mom why! I threw the papers at the passenger window and started my car.

I drove in complete silence of the night, under a shadow covered moon. The sounds of breathless heaves and wails of sorrow filled the tiny car. Wait, did that come from me? I was breaking, every part of me was in a million pieces. The drive home took a half an hour longer than expected. I had to keep stopping on the side of the road because I couldn't see. Every part of me hurt, yet I didn't feel a thing, it was complete numbness. My life was gone. I was the only one left. Nobody to turn to, no family. Completely alone. My heart slowly dying, freezing over.

I was startled pulling into the driveway. A yellow Porsche was parked on the street in front of my neighbors house. I looked at it questioningly, no one in this small town, especially not here, could afford a car like that. I knew Mr. Smyth wasn't a secret millionaire…maybe it was a rental? As quickly as the thought came, it passed by. Who cares? I left the packet of paperwork in my car. I never wanted to look at them again. I unlocked the door and stepped into the cold house. There was a chilly silence in the air. I flicked on the living room light, staring at the remaining empty bottles on the carpet.

A flow of tears spilled over while I cleaned the room up. My mind was going a mile a minute. What was going to happen tomorrow? Would my father come and get me? What about the cops…they couldn't just take me away, could they? Maybe Riley's parents would take me in. I could sleep at the diner, they wouldn't even have to know I existed. But I didn't want to be a burden to them. Maybe I should run, pack up and leave right now… No body would even know I was gone. I was putting a couple more bottles in the recycle when I heard a faint knock at the door. I glanced at the clock: 11:23. I looked down, still in my pajamas. I sighed a whatever and went to the door. Who could it be, I questioned, turning the handle. I gasped.

Before me stood one of the most beautiful people I'd ever seen. She must have been about 5'2", with the help from three inch stiletto heels. She had the perfect figure covered in a designer blazer and jeans. Her face was gorgeous with sharp, angled features. Her hair was midnight black in a sharp pixie cut. That's what she looked like, a real life pixie. Except her skin was so white, almost translucent and with stunning contrast to her hair. She flashed a warm smile, with perfectly white teeth.

"Hello Gracelyn, my name is Alice Cullen, well…technically its Alice Brandon" she said in a high soprano voice.

"Uhm, Hi. Do I know you? This is kind of a bad time…" I sniffled, my hands reached to my face to hide away the last tear marks.

"Yes, I know this is horrid timing, but I received a call from your father earlier and well, he wanted me to come and talk to you.." she responded calmly with care-filled golden eyes.

"My-my ffather? What did he want?" I was a little taken aback. If he didn't care for me for the last sixteen years of my existence, then why should he now?

"He got a call from the police about the, uhm, accident earlier.. He called me and asked me if I would come over and make sure you're okay." Her voice sounded sad, yet her eyes seemed quite happy to see me.

"Wh-why would he send you?" I stuttered, trying to make sense of it all. I had never even met my father. He left as soon as she found out she was pregnant. Who is this person?

"I'm Alice Brandon, your sister… May I come in?"

A/N: ah! Alice is here, dun dun dun... I know it's kind of short, but don't worry theres PLENTY more to come :) R&R !