[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

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The monster wouldn't let me go. I knew it was coming for me and yet I couldn't run. Once it would get to me, I would be irrevocably lost. If you know death is coming for you, shouldn't you try to escape it?

My mouth was numb, making it difficult for me to vocalize more than a stutter. I wouldn't speak this time. I wouldn't scream either and wake everyone in the house up.

The pain in my chest, inflicted by the hammering of my heart was making me feel dizzy. Like a fish thrown on land, I gasped for air that seemed unwelcomed by my lungs.

The demon I was scared of was real. Even when the doctors and everyone else kept trying to convince me, they were not. They claimed the monster only existed in my head. My mind was sick.

I knew they were wrong.

Despite the unbearable heat of this night, I pulled my blanket over my head, rolling myself small underneath it. Perspiration made my skin stick to the cotton of my nightgown. Why was I attempting to hide? The monster would find me. There was no escape.

My future was dark and short-lived. The visions I've been having since my earliest childhood, never took me further than my nineteenth birthday. It was only two months until that day, and every night my fears got worse.

Death was coming for me with a smile on its blood-crusted lips. I wouldn't be strong enough to fight him off. I couldn't outrun it. So, why should I even try?

In the silence of my room, I listened to my breaths. They were too loud and fast. I forced myself to inhale deeper, hold the oxygen in my lungs and release it slowly through my mouth.

The tension in my chest lessened. I did it. I made it through another panic attack without someone noticing.

There was only one thing that frightened me more than the monster. It was the place my family planned on sending me to. The asylum was set at the other end of town. It had metal bars in front of a few windows which made it very much resemble a prison.

Restless sleep came over me. My mind had mercy on me this night and didn't torture me with another vision. People demand they want to know the future. What they do want is to hear about their lives being long, healthy and prosperous.

Nobody wants to know they are about to get killed by their own spouse. No one wants to hear their secret alcohol business is going to make them end on the gallows. I doubt anyone would care to know that their life will end in pain and misery.

Life is what we make it. Every decision we make has an irrevocable consequence. I don't know what choice I made that lead to bringing the monster's attention to me. I know that it always knows where I am. It's around the corner when I walk down the street to church on Sunday. It's under my bed but vanishes again when I try to look for it. Why is it playing this gruesome game with me?

"Just come and get me, if you want me." I whisper into the dim morning light when I open my sore eyes. I have lived through another night. I was getting tired of it. Waiting for death was wearisome.

A knock on my door made me sit up straight in the bed. I folded my shaky hands neatly in my lap and cleared my throat. "Come in." My voice was too high. I didn't like the sound of it.

"Good Morning, Miss Alice. Did you have a good sleep?" The maid asked, placing the tray with my breakfast next to me on the bed. Then, she turned to the closed window to vent the room. The sun was already high. They must have let me sleep in longer today.

"I slept fine. Thank you, Julianna."

She poured tea into my porcelain cup. When I sipped it in order to sooth the dryness in my throat, I shivered. The brownish color of the tea turned into blood and in the vision that flashed through my head, I swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ouch!" Pain spread through my hand as the hot liquid spilled over the edge of the cup. Now, I had burned myself. I vowed to myself that I would never touch a cup of tea again for the rest of my life.

"Did you burn yourself, my little Daisy?" Julianna asked, taking my hand carefully between hers to blow over the reddened skin. "You need to be careful."

I nodded my head. My stomach felt queasy. I won't be able to keep down any of the food Julianna had brought up for my breakfast. As slowly as possible, I started spreading the melting butter over my toast. She wasn't going to stay here and watch me eat, was she? Damn it. It looked like she was. Father must have told her to.

"You look pale today."

I forced my mouth into a grimace. "The new facial cream must be working then." I closed my eyes and in my head I could see my ashen skin becoming even lighter. Prisms of light reflecting on it as if it had magically turned into white marble. Frantically, I shook my head to get the pictures out. My left eyelid twitched. It was going to cause me another bad headache.

"Eat, Miss."

I followed her command. Eating was easy. I could do it. Bite, chew, swallow and repeat. I managed a third of the toast before I dropped it on the plate. "Enough."

"You eat like a little bird. Your mother said to make sure you eat all of your breakfast and then," She pulled something out of her apron. "tell you to take this here."

The pill on her palm was small and white. I have swallowed a lot of different shaped medications in my life. They made me tired. They made me sick. They made my skin break out in a rash. None of them ever made the visions stop. I know they can't be stopped. They are a part of me.

I took the pill and drank some water to pretend swallowing it down when in truth; I was hiding it under my tongue. No more pills. They couldn't make me take them.

"That's a good Miss," Julianna bent down to kiss my forehead. "I ironed your blue dress for you earlier. You told me you wanted to wear it today. Right, my little Daisy?"

She turned her back at me for a moment. It gave me enough time to spit out the pill and stuff it into my pillow case. I would throw it away outside later.

"You have a new neighbor. Someone bought the empty house at the creek. I haven't seen her yet, but Senna insisted the lady to be the prettiest she has ever seen. So sad, that such a lovely person is all alone in that big house."

I sipped on the water. It tasted shallow on my tongue. "Doesn't she have a husband and a family? What woman lives alone?"