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Foreshadowing of Her Future

Alice opens a psychiatry practice to prevent her past from repeating for another child. Little does she know that she will get a chance to fulfill this purpose sooner than she thinks.


1. Meeting Myself

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“I have to do this, Carlisle.” My voice was uncharacteristically low and melancholy. I was terrified that he would say no. This was something I need to do, for sanity’s sake. Yet I felt I had to ask him.

“Certainly, Alice. I trust you. My job is much more dangerous than what you are preposing.” Of course, Carlisle would say yes. He was eternally devoted to helping others, and my idea would do just that.

Five years ago, I asked Carlisle if I could attend medical school and become a psychiatrist. After Renesme married Jacob and they went off on their own, Bella decided to finally attend Dartmouth. Edward and I went with her for support. It wasn’t until my junior year as an undergraduate that I realized what I had to do.

I couldn’t live with myself if anyone else went through what I did because I didn’t want to take the time to help. Occasionally, flashes of my time at the asylum made themselves known. They weren’t pleasant, to say the least.

Today was the first day that I would see an actually patient. My charts said that her name was Theodosia White, and that she was fourteen. I suddenly became extremely conscious of my youthful appearance. I hoped that she would respect me despite it.

“No! I’m not crazy. I just know the truth! Why won’t you listen to me?” Screams were coming from the lobby and I looked out my office window to investigate. I saw a young girl with long, shiny black hair was half-drug into the office by which I presumed was her mother. She was short, a few inches shorter than me, and she had striking green eyes.

“Theodosia, you pushed your sister down the stairs when we wouldn’t listen to your ‘premonitions.’ That’s not what I would call sane.” Her mother’s grey eyes were sparkling with tears.

“She was lying. She was lying.” Theodosia’s hands were clenched into fists at her side, as if she was struggling to keep a great deal of rage inside. She appeared to be losing the battle.

“Theodosia, at least talk to the nice lady.” I noticed the gray in the mother’s hair, the harried look in her eyes. This looked as if this was the end of the line for both Theodosia and her mother.

I chose this time to make my appearance. “Hello, Theodosia. I’m Alice. I believe you have an appointment with me today. I understand if you’re reluctant to come here, but you don’t have to make any decisions today. I would just like to talk with you. Please.”

Apparently, “dazzling,” as Bella calls it, is not something that just Edward can do, for Theodosia spoke as if she was in a daze. “Certainly. Where is your office?”

“Through there. Excuse me, Ms. White, but I must insist that you remain out here.” She sat down suddenly on a white, plastic chair and opened the romance novel that she pulled out of her purse.

“So, Theodosia, why are you here?” In cases like these, a power like Edward’s would come in handy.

“No one will listen to me. I see things, things that haven’t happened yet. I try to warn them, but no one will listen to me. My sister, Annabel, got real sick last year from eating poised peanut butter. I told her that it would make her have to go to the hospital, but she said I was crazy. Now they blame me for Cindy’s fall. All I did was predict it. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.” Theodosia began to sob furiously as I absent-mindedly patted her shoulder.

I was suddenly transported back to the 1920s. I remember the electroshock therapy machine so clearly. This sobbing child was me 80 years in the future. I now had a real chance to do good. And I was terrified.