Alice Cullen: before the Cullens

Alice Cullen- Chapter 5

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I leaned back against the cold, stone wall, visualising my memories. Not all of them were pleasant. In fact, none of them are that pleasant. Seeing their faces, their eyes, just them. My parents. I often wonder whether they are ok. They could be terminally ill and I wouldn't even know. My visions are subjective, sometimes it shows me, sometimes it doesn't. They are quite blurry, but not so much that I can't understand. Sometimes I see my parents, they are happy, yet sad at the same time. They are mourning for me, but staying happy for Cynthia; I didn't however notice the hands, how they saw me before I had a chance to properly hide. I don't believe it would have been possible to survive the darkness, survive the bleakness of my life, if it hadn't been for Norman. If I am being quite frank, he is unbelievably gorgeous. Almost inhumanly. He is young, he was kind hearted and, the most peculiar thing, he never seemed to age. I can't really tell much because of the lack of light, but he never gets wrinkles, never changes. He is tall, black haired, lean, and his eyes are the nicest colour of brown. They are very light, almost yellow, but again, that may be a trick of the light. I believe he really cares for me. He is usually quite cold, but who wouldn't, in an almost pitch black building, full of creepy shadows. He comes here twice a day, with my food, then talks to me, making me feel loved, not left out. He helps me to see past the darkness, let my eyes adjust, he hugs me when I am sad. He has the biggest heart I have ever seen in a man, though I may be biased, as I haven't seen very many men. Footsteps trudging slowly up the corridor, towards my cell, halt my thought process. They get closer and closer, slowly moving forward, only stopping once outside my bars. A metal scraping along stone sound is heard, getting louder as a metal plate is pushed through the lockable flap. It was dinner time. Then, the lock is scraped back, unlocking my door, and a tall, lean, dark haired man stepped through.

"Norman?" I questioned, though I knew the answer.

"Hey Mary!" He replied with a smile, he was always happy when he came to me. When he was happy, I was happy. "How are you squirt?" He asked playfully, ruffling my hair, teasing my height. I didn't mind though.

"I'm fine, slightly cold but fine." I answered shoving a slice of bread into my mouth, I am very hungry. Slowly, carefully, Norman started to approach me, taking small steps like he was testing himself. Then, grabbing me by the waist, he swung me up with inhumanly strength, and pulled me into a bone crunching hug. It wasn't as if I didn't enjoy it, but it brought back too many memories of Tommy and his hugs, some traitor tears threatened to escape. He must have been trying to warm me, but didn't do a very good job, as he was ice cold as well. He plopped me down onto the floor, and looked me right in the eye. His seemed darker than usual, almost black. That was weird. I had never seen them that dark before, but maybe it was trick of the light again, or lack of light I should say.

"How about you Norman? Are you okay?" I checked, not wanting to upset him. He seemed fine though.

"I'm okay, thanks. It's getting a bit hectic, running around a lot, but nothing I cannot handle." Despite the fact that he should be sad, he wasn't, he seemed fine having to work harder, run around more. he was still looking at me, almost as if I was something to eat.

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Normans P.O.V

It's early, but I'm not tired. I am a young worker in the Biloxi Asylum. It is somewhere I feel passionately for. Helping out someone less fortunate than me. I am not the luckiest of people, but I feel I have turned my life around. Unlike many people, I enjoy my job, and I am just starting my first morning shift. I mostly work around the ones that are stuck here for life. I know I shouldn't, but I have taken a slight liking to a certain female in that section. I care for her as if she is the daughter I can never have. Mary Alice Brandon. She is petite, cute, but slightly overgrown pixie like hair- Short, layered and used to be naturally spiky- and she is one of the kindest people I have ever met. She cares for me in a fatherly way i hope. She has been affected most by her sentence. On my rounds I can tell that the others, after a year or so, go a little crazy, forgetting themselves, getting lost in the dark. Her 2 year anniversary of being stuck in here has almost arrived, and she is still ok... I think. She hasn't changed like the others. I might get her a little gift, just so she knows that somebody cares for her. She looks around 15, but is quite skinny, food deprived. As much as I don't want it to be, I miss her when she isn't around me. I miss her warm hugs, her caring natures, even her visions.

Subconsciously, I walk faster, eager to get back to her. I am hungry today, I haven't eaten in a while. I could probably wait a little later though, get my shift finished at least. Sometimes the staff here question why I don't eat, but I will come up with some excuse. I don't feel the need to eat as often as everyone else. My steps slow as I reach the first cell in this block.

"Barbra?" I called through the first set of bars, "you awake? Breakfast." I shoved the bowl through the little flap, locking it back up again. I do the same to the next 5 cells, calling to Tanya, Janie, Thomas, Harrison and Emma, a sweet looking lady on the end. I gasp in shock when she looks at me this morning though. She smiled at me, but is missing many teeth now. A sharp prod in my side makes me look down. I shudder. She is holding her yellowed teeth in her scratched up palm, she must have pulled them out herself. What a creepy person, someone has also lost themselves in the bleakness of their life. Poor Kid. Her hair, usually strait and down to her shoulder blades, is mangled, knotted and cut-up, as if it had been hacked by a pair of rusty kitchen shears. Then I looked closer to her mouth- Not too close though her breath was horrendous- she had been eating her own hair. Ew. I quickly shove the breakfast through the flap and move away, scared of any other truths she may find out about that weird, revolting person. Slowly, person by person, I got over to Mary's cell. I saw someone stepping away. Phil.

"Hey! Phil! What you doing?" I questioned, mentally slapping myself for spending so much time at Emma's stupid cell.

"Oh I thought I would give you a hand with your shift, you are seriously overworked man." He paused, cocking his head, looking at me, confused. "I started at the other end hoping to meet you in the middle."

"Oh right thanks Bro," I answered, silently angry at him for doing his job. Phil shot me a smile, then left, not stopping until he got to the staff lounge. I heard his footsteps, I even heard the door open, then swing shut. I realised that I was just standing there, like a total prat. I made my feet move towards the staff lounge, hoping time would go fast, so I can go and visit Mary.

Finally, 5 o'clock came, and I stood up fluidly, and strode out of the lounge, going to Mary's cell first. I was longing to see her. I made my feet drag, made myself look tired, then I could make her believe that I was rushed off my feet. I slowly rounded the last corner, and I heard her breathing pick up, that means she is excited to see me... right? I stopped outside her cell and unlocked the metal slide, preventing her from getting out. I pushed her dinner through the flap, deliberately taking my time. I finally stepped through the metal door, and looked at her face for the first time today. My exceptional sight meant I could see every little detail, as if it wasn't even dark.

"Norman?" She asked, though I know she knew it was me. I paused, trying to sound tired.

"Hey Mary!" I replied with a smile, letting her know it was me. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, and when she was happy, I was happy.

"How are you squirt?" I asked playfully, ruffling her hair, teasing her height. I don't think she minds though.

"I'm fine, slightly cold but fine." She answered truthfully, shoving a slice of bread into her mouth, she must have been very hungry. This made me feel really guilty because Phil must not have fed her enough. I decided to give her a hug. It dawned on me how thirsty I was, so I walked slowly, trying to test myself, making sure I wouldn't do anything I would regret. It seemed fine. I grabbed her into a gentle hug trying to warm her up, although it was pointless because my body was cold. I placed her back down and stared intently into her beautiful eyes, only now realising how beautiful they really were. "How about you Norman? Are you okay?" Checked Mary, clearly thinking she might have upset me because she broke off our gaze and stared at the floor. I was fine though.

"I'm okay, thanks. It's getting a bit hectic, running around a lot, but nothing I cannot handle." Despite the fact that I should have looked sad, I wasn't, and I clearly shown that on my face, as Mary was looking at me weirdly, I stared back longingly, wishing I was still human, so I could have found someone like her to spend my life with. But I'm not. I am a vampire.

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