I did not write Twilight which means I own nothing.

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For days, I waited for Edward to come. My mind constantly on him.

When my mind wasn't on Edward, it was on Bella. I tried searching Edward and Bella's futures. But the visions were always hazy or constantly changing.

For some reason, I kept seeing a vision Bella trying to kill her nurse, who's name I found was Miss Esme.

After awhile, I tried searching other peoples futures. I saw Miss Esme staying here, only because she of Carlisle.

I found out (through a vision) that Carlisle and Esme were married.

I saw Miss Rosalie talking to her dad, Carlisle. That was a surprise. They both had blond hair but I never though Miss Rose was Carlisle's daughter. And that made me realize she was Esme's daughter too.

What was it with the Cullens? Why were they all working in an asylum?

Finally, I saw Carlisle picking a guy named Mike as a nurse for the 'newbie.'

That had to be Edward. Until Bella, we hadn't gotten anyone new for two years.

Exactly three weeks from the day I had the vision of Edward, he arrived.

I was in the lunch line, waiting for my mush. I grabbed my tray and walked away when I saw a bronze-haired boy looking confused. I whistled and the whole room looked at me. I smiled sheepishly.

Most people shrugged and looked away. Edward included. I walked to my table hurriedly. When I sat, I called out to the boy standing alone, tray in hand, looking lost. "Edward!"

He looked at me, startled. I motioned him over and he blinked.

Come on, I mouthed he shook his head, as if to clear his mind. He shrugged and walked over.

He sat down gingerly, as though I would bite him. I rolled my eyes.

"Uh, hi?" He said it like question. I grinned. "Hi. I'm Alice. Welcome to a little place I call prison."

He laughed. "So, uh, Alice? How do you know my name?" Ha. What should I say? 'Oh, I'm psychic and had a vision of you coming here.' Yeah, great first impression that'd make.

His eyes widened. "What?" I questioned self-consciously. "Uh..." He seemed at a loss. I smiled. "It's okay. You can tell me."

He took a deep breath. "Um...I can, um, read minds." He said in a small voice. Hmm... I thought. Do you believe I'm psychic? He grinned. "Of course. And do you believe me?" He asked with a laugh.

I don't know. I'd have to think about that. I thought sarcastically, yet playfully.

We smiled. So, Edward. What's your story? He looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" I mean, why are you here? "Oh." You don't have to tell me. " No, I'll tell you." Thanks.

"Well, my mother and father died of the Spanish Influenza, four years ago, when I was eleven. I was adopted by and man and wife but then they spilt up. The man got custody of me. After he found out about my mind-reading, neither he nor his wife wanted me. They thought I was a freak."

Wow. We have more in then I thought! I thought, forgetting Edward's ability. He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Oh yeah. A mind-readers present. I thought.

He rolled his eyes. "Well," I said, deciding to talk instead of thinking my story.

"When I was eight, my parents crashed into a school bus after dropping me off from school. My two best friends, Amyra and Drey, were also on that bus. They," My felt tears begin to form in my eyes and my throat began to feel thick. "Um, d-didn't..." I stopped talking when I saw Edward's face.

It was full of compassion and understanding. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I wiped my eye. "Me too."

He smiled. "So how did you get here?" Edward prompted. I smiled at his non-subtle change of conversation.

"I don't remember. All I recall is being in the hospital with someone talking about depression and I woke up here."

"Nice." Edward smiled. I snorted. Right, I thought rolling my eyes.

My eyes randomly roamed the room. Then, they met with Bella's deep brown. I gasped. Her lips twitched. I shivered. "Alice, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yes Edward, I'm fine." He looked doubtful.

I laughed nervously. "It's nothing. Just some psychotic girl staring at me." Edward turned to Bella. "Oh my gosh!" He exclaimed, shocked.

"What?!" I asked, frightened.

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Any comments? Reviews? Constructive criticism? The right to own Twilight? Okay, okay, that last one isn't going to happen. I know. But the first three are possible. So go ahead and review. -Thanks, Amyra.