Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

So, this is an idea I've had for awhile. Enjoy :]

It was a weird sensation, seeing yourself from above. Now, not in a mirror or in a picture, but in real time, real life. I could see every inch of my face right in front of me. I was just laying there, unmoving. My long, ink black hair was knotted, unevenly cut and frayed. Deep red cuts and purple bruises marked my pale skin making my body look more like tenderized meat.

I didn't feel the impact at all. It went by so fast I didn't even know what hit me... Ha, no pun intended.

I tore my eyes from my own body and glanced around. I was surrounded by a thick, dense fog. The grey looking mass was illuminated by an internal light, making it seem otherworldly. I felt drawn to it, like a moth to flame. I could feel the sensation of warmth emit from my being the longer I stared into it. I could feel myself grow colder and less solid. I took a breath, but nothing filled my lungs. I started to freak out...I need air to breath! But seconds passed and I didn't pass out, I didn't even feel tightening in my lungs. The longer I stared into the glowing light the heavier my eyes became. I felt calm, sleepy, and even serene. Shutting my eyes I let the cold surround me.

But nothing happened.

I opened my eyes again, but this time I was not looking at myself. I was looking at the roof of an ambulance.

"We got her! We have a heartbeat!"

"What's her status?"

"Critical."

Voices and words floated around my head. The driving motion was lulling me back to that peaceful state. My blue eyes tried to retain what was going on, but I just couldn't keep them open...

"She's loosing consciousness."

"Get the ET, we need to keep her breathing."

...

I had the unsettling feeling that I was being watched. I slowly peeked open one eye.

An elderly woman was standing beside my bed, dressed in a hospital gown.

"Hello dear, are you feeling alright?" Her voice made me feel all warm inside. It kinda reminded me of my grandma.

"U-uh..." My voice was scratchy. I sat up, feeling achy, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Yea? I feel fine..." I took in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room. "Well, I'm in the hospital so I guess I must not be fine."

"You took quite a beating, amazing that you made it. Tell me, how was the view?"

"The view?"

"Yes, the view of the other side. I haven't seen it yet, I'm...too frightened to leave everything behind."

"Other side?" What is she talking about? Why is she in my room? Why am I in a hospital room? And if I'm already asking myself questions, who the hell is she?

"Who are you exactly?" I rubbed my forehead, feeling it covered with bandages. As was my arm.

"Oh, my, I'm sorry, I'm Grace. Grace Michaels. And yes, the other side. All the others told me that you saw it, but instead of going into it you were pushed back. I can feel it pulling me in, but I don't know if I'm ready to find out what's beyond it."

Maybe I'm still sleeping. Or maybe I really have just become totally insane and this is a mental ward, lord knows everyone already tried to send me there...

You know what, I think I am still sleeping. This all must be a dream! So, I'll just go along with this, "Um, well, doesn't everyone want to know what's beyond? Find the meaning of life?"

"I suppose..."

"And if you don't...go into it, what's left for you here? You're obviously a patient here, what if you don't take this opportunity and you end up getting stuck?"

She mulled over my words, "You're right, honey. I've wasted too much time in this place. I was a pistol back then, I'm not gonna let some thing like this scare me! Thank you, Alice, I just needed a little push." She straightened up her posture, fluffed her hair, and walked towards the window.

"Uh, your welcome? Wait, how'd you know my name?"

She smiled, "Everyone knows who you are." Her words were soft, floating in the air. She took a step forward and walked right through the wall.

Holy shit. I am insane.

I sat there, with my mouth open, as the door to my room opened.

"Alice! You're awake! Thank God.." My mother ran to my side, hugging me gently.

"Hello, Ms. Brandon, I'm Dr. Bennett, how are you feeling?" A youngish looking man with brown hair and green eyes walked up to the bed. He began to check my eyes for dilation as I spoke.

"I feel fine. What happened to me? What am I doing here?"

"Oh, honey..." My mom's eyes began to water, she would have started crying if it weren't for my brother, Emmett, coming to her rescue. He gave me a large, reassuring grin as he took our mother into his arms.

"Ms. Brandon, you were involved in a serious car accident. It's actually remarkable that you only received a few broken ribs and a head injury. The rest of your injuries are not serious, only some minor surface lacerations. Tell me, do you feel like you have a head ache, or feel sleepy, nauseous even?"

"No, I actually feel alright. But now that you mention it, my sides do feel really sore."

He nodded, "That's your ribs. We'll up the dosage on the pain medication for the time being. Your tests seem fine, I don't see why you can't be out of here by tomorrow morning."

"How long have I been here exactly?"

"About three days."

"Three days?" Holy...

There was a knock on the door and a young Asian nurse came into the room, "Excuse me Dr. Bennett, but they need you in room fourteen."

"Fourteen? Isn't Dr. Hendricks in charge of that side?"

"Yes, we've paged him but he's busy in ICU." She lowered her voice, "It's Mrs. Michaels, she was found not breathing a couple minutes ago. They need you to pronounce her time of death."

"Ah, well, if you'll excuse me." Dr. Bennett nodded to us and followed the young nurse outside.

Michaels? Grace Michaels? The old woman that just walked through my wall?

"Yo, Alice," Emmett snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Hello, Alice, come back to us." I shook my head. Gah, not a good idea. I shut my eyes and let the spinning stop before I opened them again.

"Where'd you zone off to? Wonderland?"

"Oh, Ha-Ha, Em. It's not like I haven't heard that one before."

"Hey, I'm just checking. They said you'd be a little off since you were dead for a while."

"What?"

"Emmett, leave your sister alone. She's had a rough time. We all have." My mom wiped tearing mascara from her cheeks.

"It's the truth!" His eyes landed on mine, all amusement gone from his face, "You were dead for five minutes before they were able to bring you back..." His eyes glazed over for a second and his brow furrowed as his mouth turned into a deep frown. I've only seen him with that expression once before and that was when our dog Bear died...

"I was...dead?"

"Yes, but you're not now." My mom sat next to me on the bed and brushed some hair out of my face, "We'll have to get your hair cut...they had to cut you out from the car, I guess they got some of your hair in the process..I always loved your hair.." She continued to brush the tips of my hair with her fingers.

"How did I get into an accident in the first place...I remember..it was raining, but after that I don't remember anything."

Emmett's face darkened as he crossed his arms, "Some drunk idiot hit you from behind. Fucker didn't even get a scratch on him!"

"Emmett, please."

"I'm sorry mom but he doesn't deserve any kindness, he could have killed Ali...for good." It was weird hearing people talk about you being killed, especially since I really was dead for a while.

"I don't want to think about that right now." My mom bit her lip, holding back the tears again. "What were you doing on the road anyway? I thought you were staying the night at Jasper's house."

"I was. I did. I mean, I was going to. I...We broke up."

"And you left in that kind of weather? I'll strangle him for letting you leave..."

"Mom, it's not his fault. He told me to stay, but I didn't want to stay after that. And I didn't want to make it awkward by sleeping over."

"I always liked him, I thought he was the one for you."

"...I thought so too, until I just..started not feeling the same about him anymore. He's kind of had the feeling that I haven't been into the relationship for a while..."

She let out a long sigh, "Well, as long as you feel alright about it, then that's all that matters." She got up, giving me a kiss on my forehead, "We should let you rest before they let you out of here. Emmett will be back to take you home tomorrow. I'll come over after work, okay?"

I waved them goodbye as they left me alone in the large hospital room. I looked from wall to wall. Atleast I think I'm alone...

...

I couldn't get a wink of sleep. I kept hearing people calling my name. Hearing voices is something that I'm used to...but not at this intensity. Instead of hearing them from far off, or like if there was a wall separating us, I heard them as if they were sitting right next to me. I could even feel the vibrations of their voices...Bah! It gave me the creeps!

Most of the time when I would hear these things it was like someone was talking while running by you, it was never concrete. It was so annoying! I'd turn around to see who was speaking to me, and then there would be no one there! I got so many looks from that...I guess that's how I became known as the 'ghost girl'. That's actually one of the nicer names bestowed upon me...the others aren't.

I've gotten everything from Freak, Psycho, Schitzo, to even some..really mean ones. But it's not they were wrong, I did see and hear things that weren't there, so I thought there was something wrong with me too.

I was about eleven when my parents decided to send me to a psychiatrist. The doctor thought I was holding in some repressed memories, and using ghosts or imaginary friends to let them out. He also wanted to put me on meds...but I got my parents to side with me and not get them. I decided that if there was something wrong with me then let it be. It's not like what I was seeing or hearing was hurting me or any one else.

It was hard to be around my family when everytime they looked at me I felt like it was my fault I was different. I felt like they thought I was making it all up for attention, even though I wasn't. But it was even harder when I had to go to school. I was an outcast. At first people were nice, they thought I was this cute little ball of sunshine (which I am), but once they started noticing little quirks of mine...they all left. And soon after rumors would start. After a while I started not caring and I just prayed for graduation to come sooner. After it did come and I went to college I found people that accepted me, and actually thought I was cool. But I still felt...weird. Like I didn't belong.

The only person that's believed me has been my brother, Emmett. He's always been my rock, even when everyone else ran from me. He's a year older than me, but everyone thinks we're twins because of how close we are. He's not only my brother but my best friend...I don't know what I'd do without him.

I think he might actually be jealous that he doesn't get to see what I do. Sometime's it's fun, like this one time I saw a woman's skirt get upturned by an older ghost man, and she just thought it was the wind. Then there are other times..where you see the ones that are so traumatized that they keep reliving their death. I've seen so many murders, rapes...anything you could imagine. And I can't say anything about it! 'Oh I know how this person died' 'Oh, how?' 'Well I saw their ghost get stabbed.' Yeaa...that's going to be taken seriously, for sure.

As the voices got louder I pretended to sleep through their urging until the nurse came in and give me more pain killers to help me sleep...

The sun finally poked its head around the window curtain and I tentatively opened my eyes.

I'm alone. Thank god.

Suddenly the door burst open. Well, so much for having some alone time.

"Ready to go?" My brother stood there with a huge grin on his face.

"How'd you know I'd be awake?" I slowly sat up, my ribs were still sore. Emmett walked over with a wheelchair and helped me out of bed.

"I didn't." He tossed me a pair of clean clothes before turning around, waiting for me to change.

"So, if I was sleeping, you would have just woken me up like that?"

"Yea. Pretty much." Figures.

"Alright, you can turn around now."

He did and motioned for me to sit in the wheelchair. I furrowed my brows.

"I don't need that. I can still walk."

"Just sit down. Common, I wanna pretend that we're bobsledding or something." I rolled my eyes and sat down.

"Alright alright. So what, you just sign me out and we just walk out?"

"Yea, I already did that, the doctor said you should rest and take some of these pills." He patted a bulge in his jacket pocket, then he pushed me out into the hallway. "Get ready to go for gold!" And we were off!

I couldn't help but laugh, and even squeal, as Emmett ran like a madman and made sharp turns throughout the hospital hallways. We got some frowns, but hey, screw them. I almost died, I'm gonna have as much fun as I can now, bitches!

When we made it outside, he skidded the wheelchair to a stop as we got to the car. I felt my eyes grow huge and my heart stop.

"Geezus, you're lucky I trust you...I almost had a heart attack!" My legs were maybe 3 inches away from the car door.

"Good thing we're in the hospital parking lot then, huh?" He grinned as he bent down and picked me up effortlessly. "You know I'd never hurt you, Thumbelina." Again, I rolled my eyes. Because I was short and petite my whole life, Em assumed that his life goal would to be to make as many short/small jokes and nicknames for me.

After gently securing me in the backseat, Emmett ran back to return the wheelchair. It always surprised me how such a huge guy could be so gentle. He really was a big teddy bear.

He came back a moment later and started the car. "So I picked up some ice cream and girl scout cookies for you."

"Aw, thanks Em. You sure know the way to a girl's heart."

"Of course I do!" The rest of the ride back to our apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

"Okay, what do you want to ask me? I know you want to say something."

He sighed and gripped the steering wheel, making his knuckles turn white. He responded in a softer tone. "...What was it like?...Dying I mean.."

"..I don't really know. I mean..I remember seeing myself, and then there was like this huge grey cloud. It looked like there was lightning inside of it because it kept glowing..almost..breathing. And then I couldn't breathe, I thought I passed out but I ended up waking up in the ambulance."

"Did you see anything weird? I've heard that when people have near death experiences they see things, and well, since you already see them I was wondering if you could see anything else."

"Actually, yeah. Remember when the doctor came in and that nurse said a woman died a couple doors down? I saw her, before she died...She must have been in a coma or something...but I talked to her, and it wasn't like before. Like, this time I was able to see her clearly, as if she was really real." The car slowed down and parked in front of an apartment complex.

"No way..so now your like full on Ghost Whisperer status. This is so awesome! Can we go to the cemetery and talk to people-oh! Can we see grandma again? Damn it I wanna see grandma!" I told you he was jealous.

"Easy there, Em. I don't want to go ghost hunting, I just want to eat that said ice cream you bought me." He was already out of the car and helping me out.

"Aw, common Ali, it'll be fun! It sounds like this whole thing enhanced your Spidey-sense, so maybe there's more out there..more than just ghosts."

I wrapped my arms around his huge neck as he held me and walked us both into the complex. "Like what? You think there are goblins and faeries and shit like that?"

"Well, common, if ghosts are real then who says that other stuff can't be too?"

He walked us up the stairs to our apartment. Yup, we live together. I told you we were close. "Hmm..you know, I'm not sure if I'm ready to find out if there are other things out there. I mean, I was ridiculed in school for seeing ghosts, I can't imagine what people would say if I said I saw pink faeries and leprechauns or something."

He easily opened the door and set me down on the couch. "Who gives a fuck about other people? This is your life, you can't help if you're more advanced or more awesome than the rest of them. They're just upset that they can't see what you do." He turned around and closed the door.

"Yea..I guess you're right." Even though you're right doesn't mean that it erases my childhood...

"What do you mean 'guess'? You know I'm right. Shit, it'd be awesome to be able to talk to war heroes and old movie stars!"

As I laid down on the couch, I proceeded to snap my fingers, "Ice cream. Two scoops. And don't be a pussy with the hot fudge."

I smirked as I heard Emmett laugh as he walked into the kitchen to get me my promised ice cream. A sigh left my lips as I lazily glanced about the room.

I didn't have the heart to tell Emmett that out of the twelve non-human beings to follow us from the hospital, two had seated themselves comfortably in our living room.