January 1st

Yes it was a struggle to get me here. I'll run through the fight scene:

Men: Okay sweetie, now you're gonna come with us to the special place for children like you.
My thoughts: NO WAY IN HELL! AND I'M NOT FOUR FOR GOD'S SAKE!
My words: (Echoing my thoughts) NO WAY IN HELL!
Men: Oh so you're going to be difficult? Don't worry, this won't hurt…
Me (directed at my mother): HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME? I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!
Mother: It's what's best for you. For all of us.
Me: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU'RE ONLY DOING WHAT'S BEST FOR YOUR REPUTATION!

The battle was harsh and bloody. I clawed the men down their faces and I kicked them with all the power in my tiny body where it counts. My own injuries were minor compared to what I'd inflicted on these people who wanted to take me away. Cynthia had been watching from the stairs. I was ashamed that she'd had to see my outrage and my wild side. Even with my disobedience, I'd always been the calm one.

Cynthia had said one thing, and I'd heard it despite the tumult of the battle:

"Alice! Don't leave me!"

And with those words, my fragile heart was torn into a million pieces. A vision shattered my concentration. Cynthia is dying alone in Biloxi. She will have a niece. Jane.

I was clubbed over the head with… something. I don't recall what.

Now I'm wearing this horrible single-piece white wash out of an outfit. Complete fashion travesty.

There is a man.

"Are you Mary Alice?" He asks. His kindly disposition does not fool me.

This is James, the one who will kill me. The red eyes are hidden behind bright, blue contacts; giving him the odd look of purple eyes. He doesn't know that I know he's going to kill me… Hmmm a strange dynamic indeed.

"Hello, yes I am, but I just go by Alice." I say, batting my eyelashes a bit because it feels right.

"I am James. I hear you gave the pickup boys a bit of a surprise." He says, inclining his head.

"Yeah I did. How are they?"

"They've had worse, Miss Alice."

"I can imagine." I agree, rolling my eyes.

James steps closer to the bed hesitantly, but a man opens the door and walks in.

I hadn't even realized it was closed.

Well, my observation levels have certainly slipped…

"James? What are you doing here? I didn't think you were scheduled to see Mary Alice Brandon. I heard you were scheduled with Victoria Wilds. (AN: No, this isn't Victoria from Eclipse!)" Says the man.

I know him too. The man who will change me; into something else.

James shrugs, says nothing, and leaves.

"I am Daniel Scott." He offers me his hand.

I take his hand timidly and tell him my own name. His hand is freezing and feels like subtle stone. He is eyeing me with an undeniable scrutiny when a vision hits. It isn't one of the normal ones that I can just shrug off either.

Bolts of pain shoot through me and I crumple to the bed in agony. I hear Daniel shouting for a nurse, but I don't really notice much outside the blinding pain. I feel as though fire is searing my insides, and I am being shattered to pieces. I vaguely recognize my own screeching.

I feel the IV enter my arm and I'm out cold before I realize what even happened to me.

AN: Okay so CullenClanTwilighter's Mary Alice Brandon story is up! It's on my profile if you're interested. PLEASE read and review! I will love you forever in the least perverted way possible if you do!