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Before I Woke Chapter 8 BewildermentChapter 8 Bewilderment
I do not own Alice or any other characters from The Twilight Saga. They all belong to the one and only, Stephenie Mayers. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s begin.
I slowly feel myself come into wakefulness. I've been out for a long time, I can feel it. I also can feel a throbbing ache throughout all my muscles, as if I had done an intense exercise that worked out every muscle in my body, before I had gone to sleep.
Even worse than the painful aching in my muscles is the pounding migraine in my temples. It's as if there are two little men inside my head that are slamming huge sledge hammers into my temples repeatedly.
A whimper escapes lips, and I wish to return to unconsciousness (to return to peaceful oblivion) but it eludes to find me again. I open my eyes slowly and take in my surroundings. It’s dark and there isn’t much in the small room only a small toilet in the corner and a c
Before I Woke ch. 7Chapter 7 Memories part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Alice. If I did, she'd be real and my second best friend because Alexis is my best friend. So with that, let's begin! ! (BTW: My beta wrote that amazing and tear-jerking last part)
I close my eyes, trying to block out the sudden flow of memories. There are too many painful things to think about, now that I'm locked up in this place. But no matter what I try, they still manage to come. I squeeze my eyes shut, bring my knees to my chest, and rock myself back and forth, trying to concentrate on not remembering.
A bright white light flashes in front of my eyes temporarily, blinding me. I breathe rapidly as my panic increases.
A sharp, electrifying pain courses throughout my veins, beginning at my head and circuiting throughout my body. I cry out and close my eyes, trying to find some way to relieve the pain.
I fall deeper and deeper into darkness consuming me, into nothingness.
I gasp. My eyes fly open as I realize what I just saw. Panic
Before I Woke - Chapter 6 Memories (part 1)Author’s Notes:
Hey, Everyone. Happy holidays!
Before I Woke is no longer on Hiatus ! I’m really glad because I felt pretty bad about leaving you waiting with no idea of when I’d start writing again, so I thought posting this for a pre-Christmas present. And I’m more than half way done with chapter seven, so expect another post within the next few days.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I probably should have been writing these from the beginning, but better late than never. - I don’t own Alice or Cynthia, they were created by the wonderful Stephenie Meyers. Everyone else is mine all mine. I’m not making any money from this, so don’t sue me, Stephenie, gomen.
Chapter 6 Memories (part 1)
Darkness. Complete darkness has been constant since the first day I was admitted to this wretched hell hole.
Day in, day out, complete darkness.
And as the days went by, I started to lose track of ti
Before I woke - chapter 5Chapter 5 Betrayal
My father wants to kill me.
Over the years, I had come to realize that I wasn't my father’s favorite person and he didn’t exactly like me either, what with me always drawing unwanted attention to the family with my visions. We never had a close father-daughter relationship. But I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams that would be enough for him to want me dead.
I sit in the quiet darkness of my room, unsure of what to do. All I know is that I can't stay here, not unless I want to die.
I pull back the covers slowly, quietly stepping out of bed. I tiptoe across the room, grabbing a pair of shoes out of my closet. Tiptoeing back, I slowly open the door, careful not to wake my sleeping family members.
I creep quietly down the hall, only stopping when I come in front of Cynthia's room. I open the door and step inside. She sleeps soundly. Her soft, wavy hair shines silver in the moonlight.
Moving closer to the bed, I place a soft hand on her hair.
Before I Woke - Chapter 4Chapter 4 Unforeseen
January 11, 1919
It has been a little over six months since Mama passed and it would seem as if my entire world has been turned upside down. Papa has all but forgotten Mama. He acts as if she never existed, glad that she was gone even. It just doesn't seem right. He didn’t even seem to mourn her death, not even a little bit. And what was even more suspicious was that he had started dating some blonde women from Chicago less than a month after she died. Her father is a good client of Papa’s; that’s how they met initially.
Ms. Veronica Crooney-now Brandon- is her name, and she is the most pernicious woman that has ever walked the earth. She absolutely adores Cynthia, and treats her as if she is a child of gold. Though she unquestionably hates me. We often get into arguments, which always ends with me getting punished. I adamantly hate Veronica and wish she would go back to Chicago where she belongs.
I set my diary on my nightstand and m
Before I Woke - Chapter 3June 26, 1918
It has been four months since I had the vision of Mama being killed. Everyone has been on edge since then. Every slam of a door or drop of a glass makes me jump. I guess you could say that I'm being paranoid, but what choice do I have? I can't do anything that will risk Mama's life. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I really hope Papa is right about my vision being wrong. I really do.
I look out to the shoreline, watching the sun set. Waves crash onto the beach and recede back into the vast ocean.
I close my diary and set it down on the soft sand. I had went to the beach earlier today. It always helps calm my nerves, which have been really high lately.
I've been here for hours thinking about Mama; she is always in my thoughts nowadays. I think about how she used to tuck me in and read me bedtime stories, or when she would sing to me when I fell and scraped my knee. But my thoughts would always end up going back to the vision of her death. With her lying
Before I Woke - Chapter 2Chapter 2 Fright
It is sunny outside, another beautiful day in Biloxi, Mississippi that I am forced to stay within the perimeter of our property line, not that I went out much before, but ever since Cynthia’s birthday my father had been even more strict about me going out.
I sit on the old tire swing underneath the massive Weeping Willow, slowly swing back and forth, while I read my favorite book; “Forgotten in the Garden.”
Hours pass as I wait for Cynthia to return from school. When I hear a blood curling scream coming from the house. I run back inside to see where it came from. I step into the kitchen; no one is there, “Mama?” I call, no one answers.
I look in every room one by one finding nothing, “Mama?!” I call again, my voice slightly hysterical. I wait listening for an answer; nothing. I start to look up stairs, when I hear a m
Before I Woke - chapter 1Birthday 1
February 23, 1918
Today is Cynthia’s eighth birthday, I can’t believe how old she’s getting it feels as if it was only yesterday Mama and Papa brought her home from the hospital. Speaking of Papa, he isn’t here, he never is. He’s always out selling jewelry to some Yankee up north, but, today he should be here, we all miss him terribly especially Cynthia and on top of that he promised he would be. Not that he ever keeps his promises. I guess it doesn’t matter; we can still have a good time with out him.
“Mary Alice.” My mother calls. I put down my diary and go down stairs to see what she wants.
“Yes Mama.” She is icing a large cake for Cynthia’s birthday this afternoon. She smiles at me kindly, her light blue eyes sparkling lightly.
“Will you go down to the schoolhouse and pick up your sister for me, please.”
I frowned, I hate doing this, and everyone in town would call me a witch,
Alice and Jasper the Beginnig (chapter 2)
Alice and Jasper the Beginning
Chapter 2 The Cullens.
We sit in the cave together; Jasper holding me in his arms. "I don't even know your name, though think I love you." He whispers.
I smile up at him. "I guess I never did tell you my name, I tend to get a little ahead of myself at times. It's just that I feel like I already know you, Jasper." He smiles at me with kind eyes. "My name is Mary Alice, though every one calls me Alice.
"Well. Alice," he says still smiling, "would you like to tell me how you know me?"
"You could say I kind of saw you coming." His expression looks confused he obviously doesn't understand what I mean. "I can see the future actually, and I saw you, so I went looking for you and I now found you."
"If you don't mind my asking, I was wondering what made your eyes that color. In my hundred years I never had seen any thing like it." He says, with curious eyes.
"I don't hunt the way you do, Jasper; I don't feed on human blood
The Replacement-TG Caption
Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
A Place in this World [Older!JamiexReader] Pt.01
It was raining when you had arrived in Burgess, the drops hitting the windshield repeatedly until a rhythm could be heard. It held no resemblance to the water droplets you had heard back home, because, of course, you were inside a car and the water back home had never actually struck any window because of the house layout. Also, you had never actually taken the time to look at the falling rain; once when you had checked how many inches of water it had rained, you had simply placed a cylinder out in the lawn, but didn’t bother to see it fill up. Now, with absolutely nothing to do, your eyes had been glued to the scenery and then to the rain that broke from the clouds above.
The weather helped your current mood in nothing, serving only to drag you into a more depressing state than you had already been. It was dark and gloomy and wet and, much to your utter shock, actually cold. You had once or twice peeked over at Jamie, but he had only given you a smile, which you didn’t ret
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 9Ruyak glanced around at the panicking villagers, himself torn between amusement and pity. He raised an eyebrow at a man with a small cartload of jarred fruits as a few of his stock bounced out and began rolling away in different directions over the mud. At first the merchant scrambled to recapture the runaways, then he seemed to rethink his priorities and ended up abandoning the whole cart.
“Standing around like this seems… counter-productive,” Ruyak said, his face twisted between a concerned frown and an entertained smirk as the man ran away.
“That depends on what we’re trying to accomplish.”
“Well, I was rather hoping to make a point," Kaelin replied slowly from her perch on top of Ruyak's shoulders, “but I wasn’t expecting this much hysteria. I thought most people would still be in their houses.”
Suddenly a small child ran out into the middle of the chaos, looking frightened and confused. She stopped
Edd (Double D) x Reader Chapter 7: Part 3Edd (Double D) x Reader
Originally by: scv25~~~and Continued by: LoveMySockhead12
'Great,' You furrowed your brow in utter exasperation, glaring angrily at the principal's desk, barely paying any attention to what he was saying.
'This is just what I needed... Yep.' You crossed your arms and leaned back into the wooden "Discipline Chair", rolling your eyes.
"I'm going to let this slide for today, Ms. (Y/N). But only because you're new to this school, and we want you to have a pleasant learning experience while here. But you had better straighten up, and I expect that you won't let this happen again, correct?" He leaned forward in his chair, tipping his glasses down, waiting expectantly for your reply.
"...Yeah, sure... Of course, Mr. Principal, sir."
"Yes," He spun around in his chair, his back now facing you. "But just to make sure there aren't any 'misunderstandings', I will be sending a note home with you." This caught your attention.
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
Alice and Jasper the Begining
Alice and Jasper the Beginning
I was sitting at the bar waiting, again, it has been almost thirty years since I first saw Jasper in my first vision and I still haven't found him. I've been in this small town for two weeks. I think it might be time to move on and to look elsewhere.
"Can I get you something to drink, miss?" the bar tender asks, smiling at me. I have been sitting her for about three hours I might as well if I want to keep up the human charade.
"Um "water, please."
"Coming right up." He says still smiling, and leaves the counter returning quickly. "Here you go miss, enjoy. "
"Thank you," I say politely and pretend to take a sip of the water. That's when the door opens. It was him, Jasper, I thought I would never find him. Excited, I hop down from the bar stool and approach him. "You have kept me waiting a long time." I say smiling up at him.
He ducks his head and says. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I offer him my hand, he hesitates at first, but he takes
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