Hey Twilight'ers! So, I'm still a little sad by the lack of reading of this… so please, if you could recommend my story to people, that would be great! Thank you so much for the support I have gotten, though! Please keep it up, and make sure you let me know how I'm doing!

Disclaimer: So, my lawyer has informed me that I must tell you that I do not own Twilight… stupid lawyer…

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"I've had enough!" exclaimed Matilda Brandon to her daughter, Alice. "I've had enough of you and your stupid visions!" She pulled a trunk from a closet and kicked it into Alice's room. "Pack your things," she said. "You're going away."

"Going away?" asked Alice. "Mother, where are you sending me?"

"To a place where people like you belong," she said with a snarl. "The asylum."

Alice gasped. "But Mother, I'm not crazy!"

"Well, something's wrong with you, at least," she said. "After what happened at the ball, how can you expect me to keep you?"

Tears filled Alice's gray eyes. "But Mother…"

"No!" she interrupted before Alice could finish. "I don't want to hear another word from you. You've become such a disappointment as a daughter."

These words hurt the most out of all of them.

"I can't believe you're doing this," said Alice, sadness evident in her soft voice.

"I can't have you embarrassing me ever again. Think of your family's reputation." Reputation? That's what Alice was supposed to be concerned about?

"How about my physical well-being?" she shouted at her mother.

"That doesn't matter anymore," Matilda replied, shoving dresses and slips and Alice's possessions into the trunk. "I'm sending you to the Copperfield Mental Institution. It's in northern Alabama, and far away from here. I will be telling everyone that you were taken ill in the middle of the night, and that you died before the sun rose the next day."

"Dead?" Alice asked. "That's what you're going to tell everyone? Just so you can have your perfect little life? You are the most selfish person in the world!"

"Your words aren't going to change anything, Alice," her mother said coldly. Alice wished that something could be done to change her mother's mind, but her mind was already made up. The rest of her life would be spent in an insane asylum. All her dreams, all her hopes… they were gone in that one instant. Her life was changed forever.

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I snapped my eyes open. I then realized what my future held… nothing but an asylum and broken dreams.

I screamed. I couldn't help it, because I had just found out the most disturbing news of my entire life. I screamed and screamed until my lungs couldn't make any more sound. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother rushing towards me. On her face was a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and horror.

"Stay away from me!" I screamed at her. "Don't you come a step closer to me!"

"Alice, what has gotten into you?" she asked, her hushed voice frantic. I didn't even care that every person in the vast ballroom was staring at me.

"I know what you're going to do!" I exclaimed. I felt tears about to come down my face. "Now please, just leave me alone!" I ran in the general direction of the door, tears blinding me. I tripped over an umbrella stand. As I stood up, I saw Peter rushing towards me.

"Please, not now!" I exclaimed to him. This was definitely not a good time to talk to anyone.

"Alice, wait up for me!" he shouted back. I didn't wait, though. Hoping to outrun him, I was already out the big mahogany doors. The weather outside was bleak and foggy, and there was a slight sprinkle. I felt my hair and dress becoming wet as I looked frantically around for my carriage. Of course, the one time I really need to get a carriage is the one time I can't find it. That's just my luck.

Unfortunately, due to my invisible carriage, Peter caught up to me.

"Alice? What happened?" he asked, pulling my arm so that I flipped around to face him.

I took a deep breath. "There's something I haven't told you about me," I said.

"Please, tell me," he pleaded. He looked truly concerned. I knew that I needed to tell him.

"I have visions," I blurted out. He cocked his head to one side.

"Oh, that's it?" he said with a laugh.

"That's it?!" I exclaimed. "That's a big deal!"

"No, it's not," he said quietly, taking my hands. "I thought you were going to say you were a vampire or something!" He smiled at me. "Either way, I don't care what you are."

I pulled my hands from his. "My mother's sending me to an insane asylum!" I could feel nausea bubbling up in my throat. "The Copperfield Asylum in northern Alabama, to be exact. She going to tell everyone that I'm dead and then she's going to send me there."

His face went blank. "She's going to tell people you're dead?"

I whipped my head around as I heard noise behind us. A small group of people, led by my mother, were coming towards me. I bit my lip, and looked around one final time. No carriage.

"I have to leave now," I said sadly. "If I never see you again, this is goodbye." Before I knew what was happening, Peter pulled me into his arms and kissed me. It wasn't just a peck, but it was a long, hard, and passionate kiss. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I didn't want him.

My mother caught up to me. "We. Are. Leaving. NOW." Each word was crisp, concise, and filled with hate and anger. Of course, the moment she whistled, the carriage pulled up for her.

As I was getting in, I turned around and gave one last look to Peter. "Copperfield?" he mouthed to me. I gave a little nod, turned around, and faced my fate.

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The real life situation was exactly the same as my terrible vision. My mother screamed, I cried, and then my father, who I thought would stand up for me, stood quietly in the corner and frowned at me.

I think that is what saddened me the most. I had hoped that my father would protect me, that he would stand up to my mother and tell her that I needed to be with my family. But, he just stayed in the corner. He never moved. He never even gave the allusion of loving me.

Before I knew it, my trunk was packed and I was in a carriage riding off to my fate. It was the middle of the night. That way, there would be less of a chance of people seeing me. I felt like a leper.

I wasn't sure if I fell asleep or if I was awake. I was in an odd, dreamlike state. It was almost an out-of-body experience. I saw a sad faced girl riding away into the dark night. I saw her tears as they spilled like waterfalls from her large eyes. I saw her hopes and dreams fly out the window, and her soul crack down the middle.

I saw her death.

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Heehee… Peter thought she was a vampire FORESHADOWING ALERT!!!

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