N/A: I DO NOT Own any of the characters, I am just putting my own twist on Stephenie Meyers charecters. I am a huge Alice fan so I am writing about her. I hope you enjoy my story.

ALICE FROM THE START

THE VERY BEGINING

I smiled to myself, I was seeing him again, the beautiful, pale, golden haired man with lovely red lips that matched his intense, slightly scary bright red eyes. He was perfect but he wasn't real, just a daydream, well it felt alot more definite than a daydream. I liked to think we were destined to be together but of course that wasn't true, he was way older than me, at least five years older and I had never met this man before in my life, not that that was really possible, I barely ever left my dark, miserable bedroom. I was being fed and I was given water but that was about all the love my parents could muster. They used to love me, until the 'daydreams' of the unknown man started when I was six.

I was helping mother in the kitchen when I first saw him. He looked so real, like he was right in front of me. I screamed and screamed, mother hushed me telling me I was a silly little girl for screaming without reason, but even at six years old I noticed the flash of fear in her eyes. Six year olds did not fantasize over adult men. It wasn't normal, I wasn't normal.

Mother and father bought me to the doctor, I told him what happened (I was only six) and he looked at me worriedly, like I was mad, mabe I was. He gave mother medacation for me and told her I shouldn't be aloud out of my room, for the safety of those around me. Mother told everyone that I died suddenly of heart faliure which was very common in Biloxi, Mississippi in 1907. I only saw daylight twice a month when mother took me to the doctors. I couldn't even look out the window because it was boarded up.

I was very nearly fourteen now and I was pretty much alone in the world. My parents were dissapointed, embarrassed and just plain scared of me and barely ever spoke to me, so I was suprised when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in", I said. My mother came in visibly shaking with fear strong in her eyes. "Mary Alice", she started, I smiled, encouraging her to go on. She smiled back weakly and continued,"you are very nearly fourteen now and the doctor said that at fourteen you are now old enough to join people like you, in a place you'd belong". "What do you mean people like me",I asked getting suspicious but not angry, I never got angry, that would just give them more reasons to be frightened of me. "People that aren't like everyone else, special people." "I daydream, mother, lots of children do, it doesn't make me a bad person so why do you all ways treat me like I'm a horrible, scary person? It's not fair" I did not raise my voice but I felt anger bubble up inside me. "Mary Alice you do not just daydreams, surely you have figured that out. This man possesses you. You spend all your waking moments fantasising about him and he's not real, Mary Alice Brandon, the doctor thinks you are not completely sane, he thinks your mad, mental and your father and I agree with him so next Saturday we are taking you to the mental asylum in Bridges Town, Mississippi." Tears flew down her cheeks as she finished talking but they weren't tears of sadness they were tears of embarrassment. Her only child was going to an asylum, what could be more embarrassment. "A mental asylum? I'm not mad. I never shout or throw things or stamp my foot. I never call you names and I'm nice to you even though you don't like me", I wasn't even shouting now, I was very quiet, I was nearly in tears but I couldn't let her see me cry so instead I thought of him and he smiled at me with brilliant white teeth and I smiled back, then I blinked and I was back in my dingy dark room looking at my mother, still smiling and said "I'll go".

I lay in my room for the last night ever, I wasn't going to miss it. No matter where I was I'd feel the same, crazy, unloved and lonely. I was tiny barely four ft ten inches (4:10) and I was extremely thin. I'm guessing the thinness was because of lack of sunlight and i'd probably lose more weight wherever I was going. I thought of him and for awhile I was happy. I fell asleep thinking of an impossible future, a future where I was with him , a future where I was happy.

We were in a horse and carriage on our way to the asylum, I looked around me , happy to be outside (sort of) and happy to think that I would soon be starting a new life, no matter how bad the start of that new life may be, I had a good feeling about what might come of it. It was at that moment, while I was looking out the window that I decide that my name was to formal, I decided to change it to Alice, just Alice, No Mary, no Brandon, just me, just Alice. And I felt that Alice could make a good life for herself just as soon as she , I , got over the first boulder. That feeling of hope abandoned me at the entrance to the asylum.

N/B: I hope you enjoyed it. I'm sorry if it's to short, I'll try to have another chapter up tomorrow. PPLLEEAASSEE REVIEW =-)