Copyright: The character Mary Alice Brandon, along with parts of the story line, were created by Ms. Stephenie Meyer, a much more amazing author than I, and I am not claiming any of it=] Thanks.

~~Mary's POV~~~

The party was very beautiful, but I couldn't seem to enjoy it. Mother and Father seemed to be very upset by my dream. I don't see why it's that big of a deal, I'm sure there are a lot of people who have dreams that sometimes come true. A lot of people came to the party, all of my friends, and Grandpa and Grandma came as well. After the party, mother and father made me go straight to my room, and I had to put Cynthia to bed by myself too. They said they need to "talk". That meant that the doctor was going to come and see me again. Last time, my dream wasn't nearly as detailed, so I was kind of worried that maybe this time it was worse and he was really going to take me away like Daddy said. It only took three days for Mother and Father to get Doctor Jacobs to come and visit.

"Hello again Mary." Doctor Jacobs said kindly, sitting on the coach across from me in our living room. "How are you?" I watched him silently for a moment, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth, or a lie. I went for the truth.

"Not well." I started bluntly, "I don't think you should be here. I only had a dream of what my Mother's dress for my party would look like. I don't see why you need to talk to me about that." I turned around so that he couldn't see me, making my best pouting face. The doctor began to speak, but I decided that I had more to say. "Mommy and Daddy act like it's such a bad thing, but what if I see the future when something bad is going to happen, and I am able to stop it?" I smirked widely, sure that my reasoning would stop the doctor from taking me away. The doctors eyes widened.

"Did you say, see the future, Mary?" the doctor asked sternly. I nodded and gulped, suddenly afraid that I might have said something wrong. "You can not see the future, do you understand me Mary? It's impossible. I think you have a problem." The doctor was very short. I didn't know why he was acting so funny, but I assumed that since he was insisting that it didn't happen, he wasn't going to take me anywhere. "Stay right here." he said. His voice sounded strange and he kept looking over his shoulder as he walked out of the room and towards the patio where my parents were waiting. My head was spinning as I tried to figure out what was going on. Doctor Jacobs was gone for what seemed like hours, but was really only about 10 minutes. When he returned, my mother and father were with him, and my mother was crying.

"What's wrong mommy?" I asked, standing up, attempting to comfort her. She flinched away. My own mother wouldn't touch me, all because of some stupid dream. She began crying harder and turned around. She couldn't even look at me. "Daddy," I asked desperately, "What's going on?" My father looked at my disgustedly. The doctor backed off slightly as I took a step forward, followed by my parents.

"Mary, I'm going to take you with me now." The doctor said calmly, obviously wishing that he didn't have to be alone with me. My eyes grew wide and it was my turn to back away.

"NO!" I screamed, sobbing now, "You can't take me! Mommy, daddy don't let him take me!" My parents left the room, my mother still crying on my father's shoulder. My heart felt as if it were breaking as my beloved Cynthia ran into the room and was held from saying goodbye by my bastard father. I was sobbing and kicking and screaming as Doctor Jacobs dragged me into the back of his new street car. I sobbed the entire ride, all on back roads because, as he told me,

"We can't be seen. To the rest of the world, you're dead now."

AN: Sorry for another short chapter, but I had to end it there. The next one will hopefully be up tomorrow, and should be much longer. Review please!