Alice Cullen: before the Cullens

Alice Cullen- Chapter 1

This is a story about Alice Cullen before she met the Cullens.

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I can't even tell if it's daytime anymore. I have been shut up here for so long that it is impossible to tell. I can't feel pain and I hardly notice nowadays whether I am hungry or not. I even find it difficult to remember what my parents looked like. Or my friends. I only have one friend now. Norman. He was like a father to me, has cared for me ever since I was sent to this... This... Place. He has been here when all else failed. I am Mary Alice Brandon. Norman is the carer here, looks after us, in the... Asylum. I remember the day I was sentenced here like it was yesterday.

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A large crowd was gathered around a small platform, most on the balls of their feet, looking expectant. Each person had a obvious look on their face, happiness. To someone looking in, this would have looked like a happy event, a wedding maybe. But this was far from true. The low buzz of talking got louder, so a faint rumbling went unheard. The faint rumbling also got louder until it could be heard and the talking ceased. An old cart being pulled by a horse and carriage rolled around the corner, then skidded to a halt just behind the stage. The grins from the crowd got wider. A young girl of about 15 was roughly tugged out of the cart and was pulled forcefully onto the stage. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lower lip was trembling slightly. It was then a posh horse-drawn carriage pulled up slowly. A rich, slightly overweight man stepped out and strutted slowly and carefully onto the stage tryin to keep a safe distance from the girl as if she was dangerous. He cleared his throat.

"Ahem. We are gathered here today to discuss the workings of Mary-Alice Brandon, daughter of Mr. Henry Brandon and Mrs Elizabeth Brandon. We are led to believe that you," pauses theatrically to point at her," Are a witch." The crowd hiss and boo threateningly. Mary Alice shuddered hard, her whole body shaking. A silent tear trickles down her cheek.

"Now, I don't want to make any false allegations," The posh man continued," So say 'Aye' if you agree."

"AYE" The whole crowd chorused together. Another tremble rocks her body.

"Well, that settles it. Take a look at the sun girl, it is the last time you will see it for a long while." The posh man finished. One of the beefy guards holding Mary Alice grabbed hold of her at the back and yanked it harshly back until her eyes were blinded by the fiery star that was the sun. Then, suddenly Mary Alice's body was pulled away from her and before she knew it, she was back in the cart.

"To the Asylum!" Cried the Posh man as he got back into his own horse and carriage. A loud and piercing scream erupts from Mary Alice Brandon's mouth as the cart leaves. That was the last the crowd saw of her.

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