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Yeah, I'll go into detail about each aspect of Alice's life.

Disclaimer: I do not own the adorable, wonderful Alice but do not in any way desire the stupidity that is Bella or Edward.

Chapter Two: The Remedy (I Won't Worry)

Biloxi, Mississippi; 1900s

"Mary! Come on out here and help your mother!"

My mother was looking flustered as she grabbed me roughly by the arm and dusted my dress, criticising how untidy I looked. On her arm was a woven basket, and I knew we were getting ready for another trip to the market.

The market in Biloxi was a lively, colourful place. Stall owners stood behind the stands, shouting out the goods they had for sale: fruits of all varieties, freshly butchered pigs, still-crowing chickens. The narrow street was overflowing with people all bent on getting the best bargains.

Mother headed to a nearby stall that sold vegetables and I trailed her. She picked up each vegetable and squinted, inspecting it for quality. I felt slightly ashamed, standing there and taking up space, doing absolutely nothing.

Out of the blue, I saw something black take over my line of vision. It looked like black fungi, creeping over my eyes. I started to scream, petrified and timorous. However, I don't think anyone heard me, since I was not shaken out of my reverie. While I was in the pitch black abyss, I saw Farmer Jenkins, our neighbour. He was sleeping soundly in his straw bed, but his wife was absent. I found this odd, but did not question it.

Then, the visual disappeared to be replaced with a picture of Farmer Jenkins being murdered. It was a cruel, horrible thing; the look of pure fear on Farmer Jenkins's face was scarring. Upon seeing it, I yelled once more.

When I finally jerked back to reality, I saw that I was in a corner in the market. Mother was looking absolutely worried and furious and embarassed, chiding me for not behaving like a proper lady, just fainting in the middle of the street like that. How would you ever learn proper manners, she continued reprimanding. I averted my gaze and decided that Mother would not understand what I had just seen (since neither did I) or even believe my words.

I went to sleep uneasily.

The next day when the sun rose from the East, I heard a deafening scream accompanying it. It came from Farmer Jenkins's house. Being the nosey parkers we were, we sprinted to Farmer Jenkins's home and saw him dead, eyes rolled towards the ceiling and a clear slit across his throat, the blood still fresh. Mrs Jenkins had both hands clasped over her mouth, her eyes widened in fear.

In his hand he held a knife; whether he took it to defend himself or the culprit planted it there, we never found out. The identity of the culprit was never disclosed either, but most presumed that the mere fact that the farm boy vanished without a trace a day later was just a coincidence.

That was my first vision. I told myself I wouldn't worry.