Random One-Shots

Twilight - Alice Cullen x OC?

Never thought I'd be writing or even thinking about Twilight, but I just can't like something in a normal way can I? This is in first person and is based off of the song "Our Word" from a musical I don't actually know. Anyway, this is kinda angst? You may noticed I wrote in the fandom at the beginning of each oneshot, hopefully that makes it easier to navigate which oneshots you would like to read. Hope you enjoy!

TW: Suicide, vampires, attempted suicide, abuse, references to murder, lying. Let me know if I missed any.

I knew becoming a vampire would be painful, but I didn't know that the rush of powers can be overwhelming, and cause outbursts.

Good thing mine can't harm anyone, just projections.

Which happen to be purple while projecting my most painful memories.

I watch as I break my dad's precious boat in a bottle. His most prized possession. This is when the lying started.

My mom and I covered it up, telling him we weren't home and it must have fell by itself. He didn't believe us, but it was our word against his.

Another memory began to play as Alice walked in. My girlfriend, the reason I didn't kill myself after Carlisle found me.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? I saw you-" She's seen them, my worst memories, flashing faster than I could process them.

"Three times I nearly wrecked my life. Three times I nearly came to ruin. Three times I went crying to my parents. Who said they'd make it go away."

"Can you explain to me what you're showing? Maybe it'll help." Alice sat down next to my crying body, placing her arm on my shoulder. She's so nice. For a second the projections are yellow, but as I gasp they change right back, presenting the next memory in this never ended horror show.

"We never rented a house in Sedona." Of course we had. The house being presented on the screen of my projections.

"We didn't see Camille the day she died." Of course, my friend, but I had to lie. Her body lays sprawling across the boat, blood tricking out of a gunshot wound.

"We haven't been in our boat in some years now." We were just there the day before, playing in the water, on the projection the water is rough attempting to kill us, in reality it was the calmest I'd ever seen it that day.

"So I don't care what you found inside." No matter what my parents said, I cared. That was my friend. I can just see the police creeping up on the boat.

"It was our word. Just our word, against theirs." I could see my hands move involuntarily as the men in blue disappeared.

"Somebody was paid to make it go away." The money, handed over to a blurry face. "Everyone was paid to make the problems go away," I see the money closer to my face, I can see the green, but Alice can't. It's all purple for her. "Doesn't matter who gets screwed or who gets blame, or what you need to do to clear your name," I see my friend, Camille. She's not bleeding this time. "An inconvenient truth can be easily erased." Everything drops, for a half a second of peace.

As the memories picked back up, I recognize the place immediately. "Why this one?" I whisper.

Alice pipes up, "Keep going, I know it's helping."

"When I was 18 I was living in New York. I developed some fun habits, put my white blood cells to work.  I remember it so clearly. I was home alone on a Tuesday night. To level out I popped some downers, but couldn't seem to get my mind right. I drew a bath and slipped into it, and suddenly became aware. I couldn't keep my head above water, I took a final gasp of air." My tears became more frequent, I was shaking. I could see the pill bottle, the bathtub, my hair, everything.

"And as I was laying there helplessly, a million different thoughts came to me. I saw my parents hearing the news, your only daughter drowned today." My parents came into view, faces blurred. "I thought about what they might say."

 Suddenly I wasn't the one speaking, the projections were. "Our daughter Judith, no she moved to Austin. She's very happy there, or so we hear. She's always been so god damn independent. The years go by and now we barely see her." I pause before continuing. "Our daughter Judith, you must be mistaken, you mean the girl we raised as if our own. We loved her so much she felt like our child. But eventually we had to send her home." The orphanage where I was raised popped up. The name plate on the door clear as day, yet so painfully out of focus. "It'd be their word, only their word, it'd be their word, only their word. On its own."

The projections zoomed through the building to my childhood friend. Handing me a friendship bracelet I still had on. "Not her, why her? It's been so long."

"She's the reason you won't take the bracelet off. It was hers?"

I nod, as projection me put the bracelet on. "She was barely seven. We'd known each other our whole lives."

The projection moves, "It was her eighth birthday. I was the only one who showed up for the party. She was so upset." It showed her, opening her present, but she was crying. I doubt with all the tears she could even see what I got her.

"She went upstairs, saying she was going to go get her doll so we could play. I waited hours." Holding a doll, a young version of me sat in front of the two of us.

"After a while I went looking. I should have gone sooner, or not at all." Walking up some stairs now, the young me skipped happily. But the projections contorted the face. I seemed in pain, or sad, or something.

"I walked in and..." I trailed off, I'd stopped shaking, but my arm was frozen. The lifeless body of my eight year old friend sat there, her face blue, a bottle of pills by her side.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry." Alice tried not to speak over me, so she only spoke when I did.

"I promised I'd never take her bracelet off that day. I never have and never will. I used to think I'd join her in the afterlife, but I guess that isn't happening anymore." The projections stopped, fading into nothing, just like her life.

"I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm so sorry you had to deal with all of that." 

"Thank you Alice. I'm sorry you had to see this."

"Don't be! I'm sorry you had to deal with that," she spoke. I smiled before she continued, "Come here."

I leaned toward her, falling and collapsing onto her. Somehow, with her body ice cold, her embrace felt warm. Comforting. Perfect.

"I've got you my love. I won't let go until you want me too."

"Thank you."

And done. Don't judge if this isn't 100% accurate. I haven't seen the last movie. I just was listening to the song and was like "What if I put this into this universe?" and thus, whatever this is spawned.