[[Alas, another chapter. I know somethings may be a bit confusing, like what happened in Alice's and Edward's past, but what fun would it be if I started with that? Thanks to sujari6 and cullenisabella for adding this to favorite stories/adding me to author alerts/reviewing/adding me to favorite author/adding to story alerts!

sujari6: Thank you very much! And I am for sure continuing with EPOV.

cullenisabella: Haha, no worries, all will be answered. After this story is finished I'll post a separate story for Bella's POV. Thank you for your opinion on POV and yes, EPOV is the one I'll be doing. Thank you for reviewing on each chapter, haha, it motivated me to post this next chapter right when I read them.

EPOV!

p.s. Happy Birthday to my mom! Love her~

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Twilight and if I could own something I would own HP... but I don't... Oh well, I'll just play with the characters then~

"Alice, what the, what the fuck is this?" I yelled at her, as she turned around and looked at my hands. Covered in her make-up to hide her back's condition. How the fuck did she even get this on her? Stop, that's the wrong question.

"I-I..I-I" She stuttered, but I cut her off.

"Alice, what happened?" I yelled again. I knew I shouldn't be yelling, but clearly I have a rage issue.

"It-s...I-it's n-nothi-"

"Don't you fucking dare tell me it's nothing. I know what these are; remember why I was sent here in the first place? Tell me who did this to you." I demanded. I had a suspicion, but she needed to tell me.

Before she could stop herself, her eyes darted towards the bathroom. James. James was now leaving the bathroom, rubbing his fucking nose. Coke-fuck-head. "I'll kill him." I murmured, and darted up towards James. Next, everything happened in a blur.

Here I sit, in a courtroom, being charge with something, I don't know. It could be days, weeks, months later for all I know, but I know that I'm here. I get called up to testify in my defense, and they ask me what I remember...I try to explain to them, but I know I sound like and idiot. They let me sit.

I remember getting up. But, I don't remember walking to James.

The Judge dismisses the jury to make a decision.

I remember he said something to me. But, I don't remember hearing anything come out of his mouth.

I can feel my family's gaze bore into the back of my head.

I remember I wanted to punch his face in. But, I don't remember actually doing it.

I looked back at Carlisle. Disappointment.

I remember seeing the blood spew out of his nose and mouth. But, I don't remember feeling it cover my hands.

I look back at Esme. Fear.

I remember that he fell to the ground, unconscious. But, I don't remember breaking four of his ribs with my foot.

I turn around. I can't bring myself to look at Alice. But, I know she's staring at me.

I remember hearing my family's pleas and cries, begging me to stop, telling me that I was killing him. But, I don't remember stopping.

The jury enters the room after 45 minutes. I'm screwed.

I remember sitting cuffed in the back of a police car. But, I don't remember how I got there.

I don't hear the verdict, but I know they say I'm guilty.

I remember looking out the window and seeing James on a stretcher, being put in an ambulance. But, I don't remember anyone helping Alice.

I'm sentenced to 10 more months at Florida's Calming Visions Mental Facility.

I remember seeing Alice being comforted by a girl, who was hugging her while she cried. But, I don't remember how long she was there.

I stand up and face my family.

I remember watching Carlisle and Esme give their statements to Florida police officers. But I don't remember if James was charged with beating Alice.

Esme gives me a hug, and whispers reassuring things in my ear.

I remember watching Alice and the girl exchange pieces of paper, before she ran over to Carlisle and Esme. But, I don't remember seeing them in the hospital.

Carlisle hugs me next, and tells me he'll visit me every month.

There are a lot of things I don't remember about that day.

Alice hugs me tightly.

A lot of things.

"Why?" she asks me in a whisper.

But I do remember one thing specifically.

"Because I love you." I answer her as I'm being pulled away to gather my belongings to head back to the facility.

I broke my promise.

Month one.

Rage.

'I can't believe I fucked it up, so badly. How could I fucking do this? What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh yeah, according to the states Washington and Florida, I'm mentally insane. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Alice deserves so much better than me. Piece of shit brother I am. What the fuck was I thinking? I didn't have to fucking beat the guy into a fucking coma. God fucking dammit. Why the fuck. God dammit.'

Carlisle does visit but he doesn't say anything as I mentally slaughter myself. He's in the room with the doctor and me, while the doctor is going on and on about how if they upped my medication I should be alright. It's been a month and one week since I've spoken. Carlisle knows this. I listen as the doctors continue to say that if they medicated me, I might break out of my 'catatonic' state. 'I'm not fucking catatonic' That's all I want to say to them, but they wouldn't fucking listen to me if I did. Otherwise, I have nothing to fucking say.

Month Two.

Disappointment.

'How could I do this to my baby sister? She deserves better... I need to be better. She knows that I didn't mean to break the promise, doesn't she? Fuck. What if she doesn't? There's no way she could think I broke it on purpose, right? Fuck, she probably does. I fucking broke a promise. I never do that.'

Carlisle's second visit is more jam-packed. At first, he refused to have them pump medication into me. He knew I was just fighting with myself, but now that it's been two and a half months since I've said one word, he's reconsidering it. If he says yes, then I'll speak up, otherwise, I have nothing to say. I'm too ashamed to speak a word. They should limit how many words I get. I'm just a huge disappointment.

Month Three.

Compromise.

'Okay, well, maybe I do need the drugs. Something has got to be wrong with me. I haven't spoken in three... or four months. Good lord, how long have I been in here?'

"Three months, Edward." Carlisle looked over at me, with a mixture of emotions in his face.

"What?" My voice sounds terrible. Raspy and crackly.

"You asked how long you've been in here. Three months." He sounded so defeated. He clearly just wants me to get out of here, and I had to go fuck it up. "Edward, I want to up your medication."

"What?" I stood up, my knees cracking from lack of use. Which hurt. Good, I deserve the pain.

"Take a fucking look at yourself! Edward, you were fucking CATATONIC!" He yelled at me.

"I had nothing to say!" Fuck. There was plenty I could have said.

"We both know that's not true." Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doctor writing down things. Well, he must be excited; his catatonic patient woke up today. Lots to diagnose.

"You can't give me more medication without my consent! I was tried as an adult, I should have to give my consent!" I screamed at Carlisle and the doctor, whose name I could give fuck's sake about.

"Well, Edward," the doctor began, "you were admitted as a minor. You will be treated as such. It would just be easier if you willingly obliged." I was about to go and punch him in the face, when Carlisle stopped me.

"Don't." he warned. I willingly sat back down in the chair, and folded my arms. Yes, I was acting like a child, but according to them I am one. God, that's pathetic. Carlisle sat down across from me, calming himself down, as was I. "Alice wants to see you."

With that I stood up again. Pissed. "No!"

"Goddamn Edward, she's your sister, and she's worried. You can't have everything your fucking way." He sounded like he was desperately trying not to yell at me, but he should. I deserve it.

"She will NOT be seeing me like this." Finality dripping in my tone.

"Fuck, Edward, do you know how hard you are making this?" I couldn't help but feel bad. This whole thing was my fault to begin with. If I knew how to control my rage, then we wouldn't be in this situation. Someone has to give, and it's got to be me. I don't care about the medication. I care about Alice.

I sat down, in obvious defeat. I was clearly not going to win this. "Okay Carlisle. I'll willingly take the medication for the remaining time. I'll take whatever they think is best. I'll only do this on one condition. Alice is to not see me like this. She must stay in Washington. She is not allowed to see or hear of my condition. I know I fucked up. I know Alice is blaming herself, tell her I'm greatly improving. Tell her I'm peaceful. Tell her anything but how I really am. I don't want her punishing herself for my misgivings. I'll take the medication." I finally lifted my head to see Carlisle staring at me. He looked right into my eyes, probably seeing if I was bluffing. I wasn't. We stared at each other for a while. Just soaking up what I had said.

Eventually I dropped my head again, so fucking tired of running. I just gave in. "Edward," I heard Carlisle start, so I looked up. He didn't sound right, he sound so proud and sad at the same time. I saw that he had tears forming in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Edward, your father would be so, unbelievably proud of you." How could he even say that? What father would be proud of their crazy son?

[[Yay? Nay? Boring as all hell and I just suck in general?

I've decided to continue the story and maybe more will get interested, thank you again to sujari6 and cullenisabella for convincing me!

I apologize if there is a stray name that doesn't fit anywhere, just let me know and I'll fix it!]]

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