Chapter 1

"We've been sat here for hours, Jazz. And we've found what?"

"Nothing" Jasper's voice was quiet and hoarse. Clearly, defeated. However, I was right. The only walls we'd seen all day were the small office's, painting filled, colourful walls that Carlisle worked in. Filing through books and newspapers; trying to find something, anything from my human life. Yet, nothing. The most interesting thing we had found today was a pack of chewing gum in Carlisle's top draw. I slouched in my chair. The wooden back stabbing my neck like a dagger.

My surroundings changed. A hospital room flashed in my vision.

It was dimly lit and cold. It was familiar, yet I had no idea where from. An empty bed sat in the corner. Crumpled and sad. The lighting was barley revealing the square to me. Although, I could just about make out a sign on the end of the bed. "Mary Alice Brandon."

"Al? What did you see?" Jasper had a worried expression painted onto his face. He'd closed the book he was scavenging through and moved to the chair next to me. I looked around. The tall bookshelves looming over us; the long oak table holding the weight of the many books we'd torn off the shelves; the innocent face Jasper always held. In this moment, though, it was more prominent. His pale face was looking straight at me, his rosy lips pouting over me not answering. Grabbing Jasper's pale hands, I held them tight to me.

"I remember," I announced, still in shock myself.

"What?" his voice cracked a little, making me giggle before I announced for a second time, "I remember! I remember! I remember it all!" I jumped out of my chair, smiling from ear to ear. Never in my life had I ever felt so excited. Flooding my body, I was overwhelmed.

Jasper was standing now; I must have dragged him up with me when I stood up. He was mirroring my excitement.

I sprinted into the living room; Jasper close behind me. Everyone was huddled in front of the television set. Jasper slapped it off and stood beside me.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Rosalie yelled.

"Oh, really. Didn't know it was only you."

"Very funny Edward"

Rosalie shuffled further back in her seat. Nestling herself into Emmett's arm even further, and wiping her long, blond hair out of her face; careful not to smudge or damage her makeup at the same time.

"This is way more important than whatever that was" I spoke with certainty though not fully believing anyone cared as much as me.

"I highly doubt it, but, go on."

Jasper's gentle grip around my hand pulled me out of my absence I had taken without a thought and I unwrapped my hair from my nervous finger.

"I remember."

That simple sentence was all that was needed in order to catch everyone up to speed.

Almost sprinting, Bella was the first one to congratulate me. My all-time best friend. She hooked her arms around me tightly, whilst laughing with me in happiness. Rosalie and Emmett were now separate bodies, (for the first time in forever), and were both perched on the end of the sofa smiling broadly. Edward was beyond exited, yet, Carlisle was the happiest. His face lit up the moment the words 'I remember' rolled of my tongue. He was smiling from cheek to cheek, laughing and giggling with joy. Which, made me happier than I was before. If that was even possible, I mean!

"Well," Emmett started. "Are you planning on telling us or is that it. Your just… leaving us hanging."

"I am planning on telling you, my story. But I am warning you. It's not all cupcakes and rainbows."

"Who's is?" Edward chuckled.


Chapter 2

1919

The bright sun rays were blinding me as I grabbed the pot of strawberries. Their red colouring staining the glass container and an indent left on the checkered picnic blanket. My mum, and I were sitting on the picnic blanket and my farther was lying down; we were all enjoying the sun whilst we could.

The tropical summer storms had finally stopped allowing us to be outside. My sister was running wild, chasing butterflies with her bright and colourful bug catcher farther had bought her. It was made of bright colours such as orange and blue with netting all around the sides. My mum was watching her. Laughing at every trip and jump. My farther on the other hand was laying on the grass, his hat over his face. The hat was black and tall and was covering his eyes and nose. Mustache was still visible.

I was sitting a canvas on my lap and paints surrounding me in a circle just like an old ritual. I was painting my sister. It was a fun hobby of mine. I was always painting. In this one, and I remember it vividly, I was painting the bright blue sky and the fluffy, white clouds. The outline was done. So were all the base colours, and I wanted everyone's opinions.

"Cynthia!" She turned my way and nodded looking back to continue following the butterfly. Her face dropped. She came wondering slowly back.

"You made me lose my butterfly!"

"Sorry" I chuckled. Mum was still giggling at us. Cynthia sat next to me and almost hit my paint pots.

"Look, I drew you. What do you think?" "I love it!" She yelled in my face, on her knees, our faces only inches away. She was wriggling in excitement. Face lit; blaring with joy. Like always she was mesmerized with my art. "So? When will it be done?"

"By the end of our picnic" I poked her nose while she was once again wriggling with happiness.

She danced away to follow more butterflies, I swiftly carried on painting her. The next time I looked up, I saw three girls emerging from the trees. Two tall, with curly brown hair and the other short with long blond hair with brown roots. I believed that they were my friends. Then, the first tall one turned and clocked me. She tapped the other girls on their shoulders and they turned their heads in sync my way. Pointing and laughing at me as they past us on the path. Making comments. Cynthia pulled a face at them all – only – not much gets past father. "Cynthia!" He shouted at her. Not moving an inch. "Never do that again." She immediately stopped and looked for more bugs.

My mum was following them with her eyes, finally taking things seriously. She turned to me and rearranged her position. She relaxed her shoulders and softened her face. "Ignore them, Sunshine. They're not good enough for you anyway."

"I know, but… They were all I had."

"Yes, well that much was obvious, Alice. Stop over reacting it is what girls do." Father spoke with a clear manor and, still, had not moved a muscle. I wished farther would care a little more.

About an hour later my farther had risen from the floor, hat back on top of his head. However, the only reason he had done that was because we were packing up and getting ready to walk home. Whilst Cynthia was watching the butterfly she'd caught fly around the cage in panic, Mum was rolling up the picnic blanket and I was packing up my paints and art things. Father was watching. Making sure we were doing it right. It was all he seemed to do when we'd do work or cleaning. I wished he'd help us out more. It wasn't hard to do so once in a while. I had finished the painting as I had said. A moment that became a core memory of mine was handing Cynthia the finished canvas. Squeals erupted as she ran to hug me tight. "I love every part of it" I remember her telling me.

"I still can't get over them girls, sissy." Mother pressed her finger to her lips in an attempt to silence Cynthia before she said to much. Yet, she already had.

"Cynthia. Your sister is just being stupid. Aren't you Alice?" He pressed.

"Yes, father."

"But she said that they were all she had." Turning my way, she said "I heard her."

"Shush Cynthia!" I tried. I couldn't listen to another one of father's speeches.

"Yes, and like I said earlier, that much was obvious. However, …" The speech had started and we all knew it would feel as though it'd go on for ever.

"Even though her whole personality apart from her stupid future seeing, was them girls' personalities mixed into one – she was always being an annoying child to both the other children and their parents due to her mooching off of them. To be quite frank, it was annoying me as well. Next time, Alice, you decide to make some friends make sure you only see them at school, understand? Your mother needs help around the house, when you're out she's got to do everything on her own. So, stop being inconsiderate and stop being so upset about this whole thing, okay!?"

"In all due respect father, I wasn't the one who mentioned this it was Cynthia. And, if I remember correctly, you once told us that you spent a week at your friend's house without your mum knowing…"

I know mother was trying to hide it, but I noticed she was smiling behind her hand, she even winked at me when she saw I'd seen her laugh.

"Well, Alice. Yes. However, I am a boy. A male. A man. However, you want to say it. There are different rules for me than for you. And as for speaking back. That is something girls can't do. You – misses need to learn where you stand. Learn to find your place Alice. C'mon. Pick up your art things. We're leaving and I suppose you won't want to leave them. I don't want that to be the next issue."

"Yes, father."

I was sick of father talking down to us. I just wished he'd see what all of us were capable of. Cynthia was great at science. He wouldn't let pursue it of course, mum was an amazing writer! Although, she never had any time to write because she was always cooking and cleaning. And I was pretty decent artist, if I do say so myself. I could really get somewhere with it! If only father would stop holding me back that is.

Later, that night, I had another vision.

I was sitting in my room, once again drawing, when my vision changed. It was late at night.

Me and mum turned into an alleyway not far from our house. We had about two streets left to cross. However, I was getting nervous. Especially when a hooded man was in view behind us. I grabbed mums' hand and pulled forwards slightly quicker. He wasn't just a normal man. I'd seen him before. I knew he meant danger. I was scared for I knew what was coming. He was gaining speed. I could see he was wearing full black along with a long and flowing cape. It was that that was covering his face. It was at that moment that I realised he was holding something. A dagger. It was small, yet, freshly sharpened. It was similar to one father would often sharpen for cutting small pieces of wood. We exited the alleyway and I didn't glance back. My eyes locked on where we were going. Then it happened. The man lunged forward in the middle of the street and stabbed mum. She fell face first towards the ground. As I spun around to meet the man, he had already run off. Blood was making a pool around her. I fell to the ground, pushing mum over.

And then it ended. I ran, screaming, down the stairs; only to be caught by my mum. Her loving embrace attempting to comfort me. However, both her face and voice seemed alarmed. Can you blame her?

"What?! What is it sunshine?!"

Father stridded into the hallway to us both. He looked annoyed. What else was new? I began spilling my heart out to both of my parents. Telling them all about my vision and the man and especially the ending. I added more detail to that part to make sure they understood. Mum's face was still worried and alarmed however father had now made a very angry face.

"Oh Alice. You idiot. It's just a dream. You probably fell asleep without realizing. And even if it was a… a… ugh, a vision; it won't be real. Stop being an attention seeker and get back upstairs and get ready for bed."

"Well, hold on. She was right about the weather this last week and winner of the races…"

"Oh, amazing the races! Well, we must have a fortune teller living with us! Anybody could have guessed that. And the weather? Really, Grace? Great, she's better than the weather man. This is completely different. This is ludicrous. I can't believe you actually believe her. Just go and clean the damn kitchen and you, Alice. Where are we at going to bed?" I turned around and started walking up the stairs slowly. "That's what I thought." I saw mother and father go back into the living room through the mirror at the top of the stairs. Mum looked so sad. That's when I began to run. I ran up the stairs and into my room, slamming my door enough to let out most of my anger but not enough to let father hear downstairs. I collapsed onto my bed and began weeping. Mum was the only person who would believe me and she was the one I was going to lose. I wish farther would care more.

The next few weeks me and mother wouldn't leave the house together. And if we ever did, we would make sure it wouldn't be dark at any point while we were outside. We even dodged the alleyway altogether. They were only small, silly little things but even if I was wrong, it was better safe than sorry and it was giving us both a piece of mind. Except, one night, the vision never entered our minds.

We left to go to the market like usual, remembering to miss the alleyway. We left an hour earlier than usual to make up for the extra time we would be creating. We got to the market and were paying for all our food when a woman in the market fell over. It was just perfect timing as well because we had an hour until it began to get dark. The exact time it took to get home. But, keeping this in mind, neither me or mum would just leave her like everyone else. It took us an hour and thirty minutes to get her up.

Walking home was when I remembered. The vision! I think mum did too because she looked at me apologetically. I noticed we were at the alley.

Me and mum turned into an alleyway not far from our house. We had about two streets left to cross. However, I was getting nervous. Especially when a hooded man was in view behind us. I grabbed mums' hand and pulled forwards slightly quicker. He wasn't just a normal man. I'd seen him before. I knew he meant danger. I was scared for I knew what was coming. He was gaining speed. I could see he was wearing full black along with a long and flowing cape. It was that that was covering his face. It was at that moment that I realized he was holding something. A dagger. It was small, yet, freshly sharpened. It was similar to one farther would often sharpen for cutting small pieces of wood. We exited the alleyway and I didn't glance back. My eyes locked on where we were going. Then it happened. The man lunged forward in the middle of the street and stabbed mum. She fell face first towards the ground. As I spun around to meet the man, he had already run off. Blood was making a pool around her. I fell to the ground, pushing mum over.

I had blood painted all over my hands, tears sliding down my face like a busy water park. I grabbed mum and pulled her into a hug like she would always do with me. I kissed her forehead. She was still breathing. "Don't leave me now. Please. I still need you," I whispered into her ear. She smiled weakly before… it.