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Previously: (EPOV)

Finally. I'm going to be freed of this torturous hellhole for the crazy. I never belonged in here, not even for a second…

…I couldn't take it; whenever I looked in the mirror I saw them. I'm the perfect combination of them put together, and all I could think about was those fucking rumors that landed me here in the first place…

…My eyes looked exactly the same, identical to Alice's. And our parents'…

…At that thought of our late parents, I watched as the shell of whom I am in the mirror, the face twisting to contort pain. Or it seemed like it was trying to make a sorrowful and hurt expression, but it was just there. A shell. I had been void of showing emotions ever since I was sentenced here; the only thing that made me truly happy was the fact that I would soon see Alice…

…"Well, less crazy knowing that I get out of here today." A full and true smile spread on my face, it was unavoidable….

"Congrats man. Listen, you go over there, while I sign some very important documents, got it?" He asked, feigning seriousness at the end.

I straightened up, and saluted him, "Sir, yes, sir!" He started laughing while I made my way over to Alice and Esme. Alice was dancing, most likely because she was excited, and Esme was sitting there watching her, when she noticed me. I quickly held my finger up to my lips, in hopes she wouldn't alert Alice of my presence. She complied.

While Alice was still facing away from me, I covered her eyes and lifted her up. Which wasn't hard because she was 5' on a good day. "Stupid jerk! When my brother comes out here he will so kick your ass! If I were you, I'd leave now, he's NOT a visitor here, if you know what I mean!" I had to laugh at the fact she was using my crazy status at this asylum as a threat to someone...that could very well be another patient... in the same asylum.

"Silly Alice, what type of threat was that? I'm not even a little bit scared of you right now." I informed her, still not releasing her from my hold. But I could feel her body shaking from laughter.

"Well, Edward, what if I told you I have pepper spray?" She tried.

"Hmmm... That's not scary enough to be initiative to release you." I taunted her back.

"Oh yeah? Well try this one on for size," her head tilted back wards, as my hand did not move. But now my hand was covering her mouth instead of her eyes, and she opened her mouth before I could move my hand, and clamped down. She's biting me?

I quickly dropped her on a cushion, and peered at my hand. "You bit me!"

She laughed, "Prove it!"

I couldn't help the dumbfounded expression on my face; I held my hand up to show the red swollen bite mark. "Proof!"

She laughed again, "No silly. That just proves that someone bit you, and since we are in the house of crazies, it could've been anyone! Who would believe someone like me, bit someone who is 6'2" tall?" She had a point.

"Damn your evil ways Tinkerbell."

"You know you love me Peter Pan!" She ran and jumped in my arms. "See, this is a much more appropriate greeting after 11 months, you dinkus!" When I was first sentenced here, Alice visited about three times during the first month, but she couldn't take seeing me like this and made me promise to not do anything rash.

"Hey sis, I missed you so much." I whispered so only she could hear me. I felt her tears start to trickle down my neck.

"Don't you ever leave me again. Please?" She started to cry harder now. But not noticeable to people around us. We were in our own bubble.

"I won't." I assured her.

"You promise?" She pulled away from my neck, to look me in the eyes.

"I promise, I promise not to leave you again because I do something stupid."

"Good!" She jumped out of my arms, using the hem of my shirt to wipe her tears away from her eyes.

"Gee, thanks sis. And what makes you think I'll do something stupid again, huh?" I asked, sitting down next to Esme on the couch.

"I see things." She said, ominously.

I did an overly dramatic gasp, which caught the attention of Tom who was still watching over me. "Don't say things like that here!" I scolded as she laughed. I lowered my voice and pulled in close to her, "Do you...Do you see dead people?" I feigned fear while asking her.

"Yes. Yes I do." She looked around, silently accusing people of being dead.

"No! Carlisle, we need help!" I scooped Alice up, and grabbed Esme's hand as I ran us over to Oliver. "Alice, she- she, she see's..."

"What is it, Ali? What do you see?" Oliver played along with us, while two 'doctors' came over to analyze what we were doing.

"I see...I see..." She stammered.

"What do you see, Ali, what do you see?" Esme joined us.

"I-I don't know..."

"Damn it, tell us the truth!" I snapped at her, it took everything I had not to break out laughing at our sudden change of movie plots.

She jumped out of my arms and stood facing me, pointing a finger at me. "You can't handle the truth!" She yelled, stomping her foot. I winked at her, and we both turned to the crowd that gathered around us. I took her hand, and bowed, while she did a curtsy. Esme stepped in front of us, to address the confused crowd.

"Thank you all, and we hope you enjoyed our little rendition of Bruce Willis' The Sixth Sense and Jack Nicolson's A Few Good Men. Thank you!" And with that the crowd turned away, most of them chuckling at the insanity of our display, but then again, look around us.

The four of us were just laughing, as Carlisle signed more papers, when one of the two doctors came over, looking skeptical. I soon realized one of them was one of my doctors; I just never cared enough to learn his name.

"Mr. Cullen, do we need to have another exit interview?" Alice and Esme stiffened a little, as Carlise turned to look at me, waiting for my response.

"I don't know, Doctor. Do you believe that it would be necessary for me to endure another exit interview?" I may hate the man, but it my parents taught me one thing, it was to respect others.

"Well, I guess not." He chuckled, "I would be overcome with excitement if I were being released from a place I so clearly despised." With that, he walked away.

"Good god, let me finish signing these papers before they come back." After Carlisle finished signing the papers, we made our way to the rental car and sped away from Florida's Calming Visions Mental Facility. I was never a big fan of the name.

"So, kids, what would you like to do?" Esme asked from the passenger seat.

"Well, we should go to the beach, because James is already there and everyone's bathing suit's are in the car." I groaned at Alice for two reasons.

"Alice, I have two questions; Why are you still dating James? And, How can I swim if my bathing suit is around 2 sizes too small?"

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I bought you a new one before we left, don't worry, its solid navy blue." She assured me, but I couldn't help but notice she left my first question unanswered, but I decided not to push it.

I never liked James very much, I know for a fact that he's a cokehead, because I've caught him several times. I hate the fact that my sister is with a druggie, but what can I say, I've been the crappiest big brother ever, it's not like I can just jump in now and tell her she has to stop seeing him.

After everyone got changed and we set up our beach site, we'd been there for about an hour. I knew I would start to burn soon, so I asked Alice to put some lotion on my back for me. She obliged and asked me to return the favor. "So Alice, how are you enjoying your stay in Florida?" It was now just her and me under the comfort of the beach umbrella, Carlisle and Esme were swimming and James left to go to the bathroom...half an hour ago. I squeezed out the suntan lotion and began rubbing her back as she answered me.

"Its nice here, nice and warm." I had to laugh at that, she loves Washington, but always wishes it would be warmer. I looked at her back to see where more lotion was needed and I caught a glimpse of my hands. They were covered in whitish-skin colored paste, which needless to say, freaked me out. I rubbed her back more only to see it looked like I was rubbing away a layer of her skin, to reveal bruises and marks. She had dark purple and blue marks all over her back and neck, some of them were obvious handprints, and I finally registered how to work my voice.

"Alice, what the-what the fuck is this?" I yelled at her.

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