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Fear

Summary:
Alice enters a dark room and is flooded by memories of her past. And then something happens. Something that scares you more than the fact you can’t see. More than the fact you don’t know where you are or how you got here. More than the fact that you realise you’re feeling fear.You realise that the small girl in the corner of your mind is someone you know.It’s you.


Notes:
Okay, so its been ages since I posted anything, and this just popped into my head. It took me about 10 minutes to write, so I'm really sorry if it's not very good. :) Also, it's my first try at writing in the second person, so I'm not really sure how it turned out. Please review and let me know!


1. Fear

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You open the door, and peak inside. Where’s the light switch? You fumble in your search, stepping into the darkened room, and somehow the door slams shut behind you.

You gasp, suddenly wary. Why does this feel so familiar? Like you’ve been here before? Of course, it could just be the fact that you’re a psychic, and that you’ve already envisioned this happening. But this feels different, somehow. It’s more like… déjà vu.

You wait for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. They don’t. This worries you. You can always see, dark or light, night or day. You stumble forward, arms outstretched, waiting to touch a wall, a person, something, anything.

You take one step and your hands touch something solid, unmoving, even under your forceful push. You turn around, and step the other way. Two steps later, your fingertips scrape another wall. Where are you?

You look for the door, not using your eyes in the darkness, but your hands. You can’t find it. It’s not there. Where the hell are you?

You continue stumbling blindly around the enclosed space, trying to figure out where you are. How you got there. You find you can’t remember, and it’s this that frightens you the most.

You lean your back against the solid wall, and slide slowly down to the floor, shaking. For the first time in your vampire existence, you feel something you don’t remember ever feeling before. Fear. This frightens you more than anything else. Vampires don’t feel fear. Fear. You think it like it’s a dirty word.

It’s this realisation, (or maybe it’s the cold stone floor upon which you rest), that brings the memories flooding back.

Although in reality you sit in complete silence, inside your head there’s screaming. You see a small girl, sitting in a room almost identical to the one you’re in right now. She’s curled into a ball in the corner of the room, rocking slightly, forward and back, to and fro. She has short, cropped black hair, and pixie-like features.

And then something happens. Something that scares you more than the fact you can’t see. More than the fact you don’t know where you are or how you got here. More than the fact that you realise you’re feeling fear.

You realise that the small girl in the corner of your mind is someone you know.

It’s you.

Even though you look different, you can still recognise your former self. Your human self. The eyes are the major distinction. When the tiny girl slowly opens her eyes in response to a knock and a call at the door, you breathe in sharply. Her wide, startled eyes are a stunning, brilliant blue.

Who knew you had such beautiful eyes?

The door opens, and a young man enters. You see him for what he truly is in an instant, but the young girl doesn’t. She looks trustingly into his lovely golden eyes. You wonder how he learnt so much control. How he came to be like you. A vegetarian like you. You wonder what he is doing there. With you.

He helps the tiny girl onto the hard, cold bench in the corner, and offers her a bowl of soup. You can see that the girl looks up to him, loves him. You wonder if all the others are as kind to her as he is.

When he leaves, you learn that they are not.

The little girl is pushed and shoved, insulted and abused. You watch helplessly as she is punished for what she possesses. Something that makes you invaluable to your current family. Your gift.

How could something so wonderful, (the same something that led you to Jasper), be punishable?

Your fear heightens as you wonder if you’ll ever get out of this nightmare, away from the dark of the room, as well as the dark of your mind.

Then something brings you back. Something makes the fear begin to ebb away, just the tiniest bit.

Something that is your favourite sound in the world. A voice.

“Alice?” calls Jasper, as the door you could not find, no matter how hard you searched, swings open.

The light floods the room, and you can see! You leap into his unsuspecting arms, but he catches you all the same. He holds you tight until the shaking stops. You never want to leave his arms again.

You never want to go back there again.

To the place where you feel something you shouldn’t.

Fear.