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From the Outside Looking In

Summary:
The story of the character who cared, and didn't believe the lies they tried to force her to swallow. "Ali, you're the best sister," I smiled and laid my head on her shoulder. "So are you, Cyndy." "When we grow up and get married, do you promise to keep in touch?" Alice turned to look at me, her face troubled. "Of course Cynthia! Is something wrong?" I looked at her worried face." I don't know. I feel like...I don't have a lot of time left...." I stared into space. Alice wouldn't think me mad. She has premonitions. ""Shhhhhhh..." She stroked my cheek, then gathered me up in her arms. "You have no reason to be worried, Cynthia Brandon," She said, her voice strong. I looked up at her face, where her jaw was tensed. Image and video hosting by TinyPic


Notes:
This story just came to me and I wrote it down before I forgot. I'm not completely done with it, and I want to keep going. Enjoy!


1. Alice

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"Ali!" I cried as I flung my body at her. She caught me, like she always did. As if she always expected it. She was so small; I was nearly as big as her, and I was younger.


"Hello, Cynthia!" Alice giggled as she twirled me. After she set me on my feet, I leaned in close to her. I pushed her long black hair away from her ear.


"Have you seen anything?"


"You know I'll always tell you when I do!"


I sighed. "Alright, Ali, but I'm getting impatient!"


She laughed a tinkling laugh. "You know I can't control them!" She tickled me and I giggled happily. I loved my sister.


"Can't control what Mary?" My mother asked with raised eyebrows.


"Call her Alice, Mother! She likes it bett---" Alice clapped a hand softly over my mouth.


"Nothing, Mother. I don't mind Mary," she lied breezily. After our mother moved far enough away, she hissed in my ear, "You know Mother likes you better than me! I can't be as bold and rash as you."


I grinned playfully.


Alice rolled her eyes.


"Can we play hair?" I asked brightly. She nodded. She loved it when people played with her long hair. It was very beautiful and everyone envied it.


We ran up the stairs to the room we shared, and gathered our supplies from the corner of the room next to our clothes' dresser. We ignored the closet as always, except for the icy tingle that ran down my back. I'm sure it was worse for Alice, and I grabbed her hand. She smiled gratefully at me as we settled on the floor in the middle of the room.


I ran the bristle brush through her hair, which was flowing in waves down her back from where she had wetted and braided it.


"Ali, you're the best sister," I smiled and laid my head on her shoulder.


"So are you, Cyndy."


"When we grow up and get married, do you promise to keep in touch?"


Alice turned to look at me, her face troubled. "Of course Cynthia! Is something wrong?"


I looked at her worried face." I don't know. I feel like...I don't have a lot of time left...." I stared into space. Alice wouldn't think me mad. She has premonitions.


""Shhhhhhh..." She stroked my cheek, then gathered me up in her arms.


"You have no reason to be worried, Cynthia Brandon," She said, her voice strong. I looked up at her face, where her jaw was tensed.


Her muscles suddenly softened, and her arms dropped to her side. Her face went blank. I knew she was having a vision. Cringing, I helped her to her feet and opened the closet door. I set her on the pillows but instead of keeping watch outside the door, I got it with her and shut myself in darkness.


I didn't want to leave my sister. I felt like there wasn't much time left with her.


This vision was going to be bad, I thought. Alice opened her mouth to scream and I hurriedly put the pillow we always used in here, to her mouth.


"It will be okay, Alice." I said, waiting for the vision to finish as I rocked back and forth.


I was lying to myself.