Alice Cullen: before the Cullens

Alice Cullen- Chapter 4

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"HUH? YOU WHAT? CAN SEE THE FUTURE?" My mother shouted, non intentionally, her tone of voice going up a few octaves.

"Um... Yeah." I tried to reply casually but my face let me down. Pain rippled across my face before I could prevent it.

"Oh, come here baby." My Mother said, trying to be supportive.

I don't know how long we stayed like this, but I enjoyed it, it made me feel like I belonged. My mother had pulled me into a tender yet bone-crushing hug that only a parent could pull off. We stood in the porch of our manor, we only pulled away when our maid, Charlotte, wandered 'casually' over to us.

"Is everything ok Miss Brandon? Mrs Brandon?" I noticed mothers eyes were red and puffy, and tears had run freely down her long, pale, chalky face. The disturbance snapped me back to reality, and so quick I wouldn't have thought it possible, I dashed in, away from the door, and slammed it shut. This noise brought my Mother back to reality too.

"Mary, oh Mary, my baby..." My Mother sobbed into Charlotte's shoulder. Charlotte awkwardly tapped Alice's back in an attempt to comfort her. I shifted her weight from foot to foot, my eyes were distant, I was having another vision. They weren't that clear but they were easy to understand. The Mayor of our small city of Biloxi, Mississippi, was planning on how to capture me. I gasped out of horror.

"Mary? My baby? Are you okay?" My mother asking my, worry filling her face.

"No, I need to go. Now. I'm sorry. But they will send men, big men, to come and find me, take me away and lock me up for good. Please Mother, support me, this is important and if I don't leave soon, they will take you too." I explained. At that moment, my Father strolled in as if nothing had happened, yet to him, nothing had.

"Hello Mary, hello Alice," his voice filled with happiness as he said my Mothers name. A small cough caused my Father to look round, "Oh, hello Charlotte." He replied stiffly. Moving carefully, trying not to hit anyone, he maneuvered around the girls and walked into the kitchen, placing the grocery bags on the tabletop and returned to the hallway. " Why are we standing around? At least be comfy in the living room," He put on his posh accent, "If you would like to follow me my dear ladies, right this way." Continued my father walking slowly and proudly into the living room, pointing the girls to seats. When I was younger, my Father used his posh voice to make us laugh all the time. He must be able to feel the tension of the room, a nervous, hysterical giggle escaped my lips.

"Mary?" Questioned my Father suspiciously. "Alice? Mary? Whats happened?" He sighed, "Charlotte?" then nodded in her direction.

"I have no idea sir, nothing to do with me sir, don't blame me sir." Charlotte left the room mumbling profanities like that until she reached her bedroom on the third floor, as far away from my parents' suite as possible. My father doesn't like her very much. His face went slightly red as she left, but he ignored it, turning back to Me and Mother.

"Well? Please, I am getting annoyed now." He finished sternly. I looked down sheepishly, knowing that he would never let me leave like this. Luckily, at this point, Cynthia Brandon, my younger sister came stomping in; She is an almost spitting image of Mother, but doesn't like to admit it. She has a long but tanned face and blond curls, down to the small of her back. Her hair is naturally shiny and looks good with her sapphire blue eyes. She is tall though, taller than me by around four inches, despite the fact that she is two years younger than me. She is currently 12, I am 15 but it is her birthday soon, she wants a massive party at the local river but isn't allowed.

"Hey! I am trying to concentrate! Shut up!" Cynthia cried, but then caught my face, tear-stained, and went quiet almost immediately. Inconsiderate as usual.

"Cynthia! No language like that to your parents! Sit and Shush." Replied Father, the irritation showing on both his face and voice now. Suddenly, surprising myself, I stood up, and cleared my throat.

"I have an announcement." I said confidently, again, surprising myself. Cynthia scoffed. I shot her a look and carried on, "I am sorry, but I have to leave. If I don't, I am endangering all of you. I love you, so much, therefore i have to leave, to keep you safe." I finished my explanation and left the room, grabbing my hand woven bag off the bag heap. I dashed up the stairs, into my room and started packing anything I could find, my favourite dress, my cotton t-shirts and three pairs of cotton shorts. I packed my hairbrush, then left my room sprinting back down the stairs. I would have gone strait out of the door but a huddle of people were blocking it. I was about to go back upstairs and wait, but my arm was tugged down the remaining stairs, into the middle of the huddle. It was my family. I was surrounded by lots of 'Good Lucks' and 'I will miss you' when i was pulled into another bone breaking hug, courtesy of my Mother. Then, a rough hand pushed me out of the door, I was alone. Mother was sobbing, Cynthia was shocked and Father tried, unsuccessfully to hide the sadness he felt. I ran into the woods, oblivious to the fact that a horse and cart was ready and waiting on the other side.

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I had been alone for about three days when I heard it. A horse was pulling a cart around the corner. Quickly I dived into the nearest hedge, peeking out of the branches to see when it had left. I had seen many of these, they were everywhere, I think they were looking for me. Once it had left, I vaulted over the stone wall behind me, onto the bank of the Biloxi River, where Mother and Father used to take me and Cynthia when we were little. We would run around, trying not to fall in, then at the end, Father would splash us, we would moan, Mother would sigh and drag us home. Nowadays, I am here looking for food, berries, anything that might slightly quench the hunger I was feeling right now. At least I could drink. But sometimes I drunk too much. "Aw crap" I muttered under my breath, then went to find somewhere out of the public eye to squat behind. After that, I walked stealthily towards the bridge, keeping hidden as much as I could. Once under, I stripped to my underwear and bra, and got in the icy water. Despite the coldness, it felt nice to be washing, felt nice to feel clean. I couldn't dry very well though, so I rolled in the grass, trying to keep warm as well. I put on a clean cotton shirt and shorts, picked up my bag, and headed back towards the forest. I was about to vault the stone wall again, when yet another horse and cart came around the corner. Luckily, thanks to my visions, I saw it before it rounded the corner and hid behind the wall. What I didn't 'see' was a pair of burly hands arise from the wall, grab me and drag me towards their cart.

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