Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters. This is purely a work of fun I decided to create out of my love for Alice and Jasper.

Authors Notes: So special thanks to justanotherditzyredhead for reviewing my story! I love you for it and I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter.

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Music Inspiration:

"Lemon" – Katy Rose

"Love Story" – Taylor Swift

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Clipped Wings and My Romeo

Alice's PoV

Standing in front of the only thing keeping me from who I truly am and who I'm about to pretend to be, I turn the knob and walk inside. My home, or cage as I have preferred to call it, was void of any form of evidence that a happy family resided there. The bare walls all melting into each other to create multiple shades of cream. Pulling my silver ballet flats off at the doorway, I moved forward, my motions stiff and light as I tried to create as little noise as possible.

Upon reaching my humble sanctuary, I closed my bedroom door and let the overwhelming tension leave my body. I turned and faced the large mirror that covered most of the wall above my dresser and stared at my image. Short spiky hair and wispy bangs still in the same unmoving position as I left them that morning. My pale skin glowing against the ink colored hair making me seem almost unnatural. I was short by all standards, but had the body fit for a dancer. In my younger years I had enjoyed dancing, if only for the joy it had brought to my mother. But that life was dead, dying with the first realizations that I was not normal. It began with the dreams, cryptic as they always were, but revealing enough information for me to realize they were coming true.

They started off small, me seeing myself passing that history test I thought I failed. Then they were moving on to images of people I would meet in the near future. It was the day I saw my father cheating, his mistresses moaning face burning my retinas, which ruined my life forever. When I had tried to explain what I had seen to my mother, she ignored me, claiming I was just stressing over nothing. So I went to my father instead, catching him red handed and exposing him. My father blamed me, explaining to my mother that he couldn't live with a broken family, with a woman who had had someone else's child, a child who was claiming to 'see' the future. I was my mother's scarlet letter. I was the circus freak.

She blamed me for it all, for my fathers cheating, for the divorce. If I hadn't been born, if I hadn't seen those things, my mother could have kept on living her lie.

So instead of kicking me out, she lived as if I didn't exist. She provided the necessities, and I kept my visions to myself. She had clipped my wings, keeping me from fully attaining my freedom.

I died that day; my grave never visited nor disrupted. The longer I allowed myself to be caged up, the more I allowed something so special about me die, allowing it to slip away a little more each day.

I had started to believe I would wind up just like my mother, pathetic, alone and wasteful, until I had that dream of green. Of a forest so large that I got lost forever, forgetting my name and essentially who I was. But I was happy. I had been smiling and I felt more than anything I could ever try to express. I had never experienced so many emotions all at once before from my visions. This was something all of its own. I remembered the warmth and the feeling of the light hitting my face, dancing between the leaves of the towering treetops. I, oddly, also remember the feeling of another presence, something that had never occurred before in one of my 'visions'. I had always just observed, never participated. But this was so completely different, so new and exciting. I had been trying to relive that dream for the past week, trying to recapture the emotions I had experienced. I had failed and practically given up all together. Until today, that is, when I experienced the closest recollection. It was those eyes, which were the same color as my dream, that deep and earthly color that had me experiencing euphoria. Those eyes that belonged to the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes upon.

What did this all mean exactly? I was always so in control of what I saw, being able to decipher even the most vague vision. But this time I couldn't even decipher whether or not the presence next to me was human or not. But whatever it may be, I knew it would set me free.

I sighed heavily and allowed my body to collapse onto my full sized bed, the plum colored sheets swallowing my body into their warmth. I wrapped on arm around an over sized pillow and hugged it to my body, my eyes closed, trying to pretend the pillow was someone who cared about me, a body that would protect my form from the bitter storm that rolled outside. Blinking back a few stray tears, I let my mind wander back to the face that was imprinted there. I smiled softly and nuzzled my pillow, imagining the usually faceless body that was my pillow with Jasper's face.

I continued to imagine what it would feel like to have his larger, hard body molded into mine instead of my soft pillow. I imagined his long fingers caressing my sides and how it would feel when his breath hit my forehead, breathing life against my skin. I giggled like my old self, the butterfly feeling of happiness tickling my insides.

Then I laughed at my self. My stupid imagination had gotten the best of me, I was like some creepy love struck girl fantasizing about her Romeo who would come and save her from herself. Then the tears were back.

I had been alone for so long that I was beginning to starve from love deprivation. I was so tired of it all, of believing in Romeo. My faith was leaving me and it scared me. I wouldn't let anyone hurt me like my parents did, I promised myself that along time ago. And yet, those green eyes flash in front of my eyes again, their owners face replacing my pillow once again, and I know that my life would forever be different. Maybe my vision wouldn't fail me and someday maybe I would be in that position, lying in the forest, feeling more alive and happy than I have in the past 17 years of my life.

I rolled over, my face staring at the lit up ceiling fan. I needed to find that place. I wouldn't allow myself to be my mother. I was going to be happy, and no matter what I was going to find whomever or whatever that mystery presence was that I felt in my dream. I needed to experience that utter bliss. I needed to feel it run through my veins and pump through my heart.

And just like that, I was addicted. I suddenly felt a swell of life inside me. I felt my fingers tingle and my toes curled in excitement. I would find it, my purpose. And I was going to let my visions guide me. No longer would I hide behind the façade I built to protect myself. I was going to be Alice for once, not her shell.

With the electricity of excitement running inside my veins, traveling throughout my body, I sprang from my bed and ran to my window. With strong hands, I lifted the window up, its old paint stiff and making it harder than it should have been. But with that task completed, my window open to the black sky that shined with crackling lightning and booming thunder, I felt my newfound freedom for the first time. I felt like a bird stretching its wings for the first time after a flightless slumber.

I stared for God only knows how long out into the dark sky. I don't know what I was looking for, but I had this strange feeling that something was going to happen with my newly self-acquired emancipation. Like by some chance I would be hit with all the realizations in the world. When it didn't come, I allowed my eyes to lower to the street below my window. My neighborhood was quiet and empty, only my eyes stealing its privacy.

I was about to pull the window back down when I hear a disruption. The sound of laughter caught my ears and kept my loitering, attempting to catch the owners of said voices. It was about a moment later that a group of people, all seemingly around my age, passed in front of my house, each with their hoods pulled up keeping their faces secrets to my prying eyes. It was one head that caught my eye. Its shield from the rain consisting of what looked like a black beanie to my eyes, which were too far away to determine the exact color. But it wasn't the hat that had stopped my breath; it was the pair of green eyes that seemed to glow, even in the dark night, their intensity making me shudder in pleasure. He was openly staring at me, just as I was him, only I was sure it was only my lungs that had forgotten how to properly work at that moment.

My amber eyes locked with his for what seemed like an eternity to my oxygen-deprived mind. I could feel the familiar heat rise inside my body, burning me with their temptation.

He was standing with his tall, lean body facing the direction of his friends, only his face turned in my direction, his hands hiding inside warm pockets. He looked just as beautiful in the rain as he did earlier inside the classroom.

I could feel my heart now; it's drumming so hard against my chest, trying to escape me to run to the beautiful image below me. I could swear that he could hear it; it was so loud to my own ears. But he stayed still, his position having him appear like a statue, his eyes the only real giveaway that he was actually alive.

I vaguely remember registering the sound of laughter dying, but making no attempt to test that theory, afraid that if I moved, Jasper would somehow vanish. But then, like a brick to a glass window, the moment was shattered by his name being called. He turned his eyes away from me; breaking the captive spell he had taken hold of me with, my lungs finally beginning to process my lack of oxygen and returning to work at keeping me alive. My heart, beating just as fast as before, had me throwing my window down with adrenaline induced strength and hiding from the face I yearned to forever stare at.

I clutched my chest with my right hand and wiped my left one across my face. My panting breath was coming out erratically and I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I truly was loosing it. How on earth was I going to ever face him the next day with anything logical enough to explain myself with?

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