Summary: After Alec looses his father and sister Jane in a car crash, he is miserable. But when a mysterious and ghostly figure appears in a subway train late at night, Alec might find that Jane isn't dead after all, just…changed.

I don't own Stephanie Meyer's characters, but you already knew that.


Alec is sitting across the kitchen table from his mother and her new boyfriend. Alec's POV

I hated the color of his cheeks. They were too pink and all wrong and not my fathers cheeks. My father would never have color in his cheeks again.

This man sat in front of me, smiling, acting like it was all okay, like my father wasn't dead and the fact that he was trying to replace him wasn't all

wrong. How had my mother fallen in love again so easily? How did she fall for this ugly man with a fat face and graying hair and the smell of wet

dog that seemed to cling to him. Wasn't her heart shattered too? How could she feel anything but anger, like I was. Especially after we had lost

my little sister Jane on top of everything just last year. If they hadn't been driving so late that night… I could feel myself shaking, just thinking of

how it should be my father and sister across from me at my kitchen table instead of this substitute that would never be enough.

"Alec? Eat up." my mother said.

Yeah right. I didn't eat anymore. I had lost interest in food since Jane had gone away. My mother knew that. Her voice was rough and crackly. It

was like she was trying to forget that Jane was dead by consuming mass amounts of nicotine. Way too many cigarettes, I swear she was going to

kill herself that way. But that didn't matter. I couldn't even look at her. I stood from the table and rushed out of the kitchen door, grabbing my coat

and slamming the door behind me as hard as I could.


I ran across the yard and used my momentum to hop the fence. The sky was too overcast these days and snowflakes stung my skin before I had

the chance to shove my arms into my sleeves. I roughly buttoned my coat and pushed my neck further down into my coat. Damn it's cold. Why the

hell did he have to pick the fucking coldest night in the year to piss me off? I stuffed my hands into my pockets and watched my breath create clouds

in the air as I walked down the alley that opened up to the city that I called home. The sky was black and most of the people were warm in their

homes, so I was almost entirely alone. Which suited me just fine. The only other person braving the street in this weather was an older man

walking his dog and they were hurrying along, no doubt trying to stay warm. But I didn't need to stay warm. My heart was too icy cold from loss for

me to care anymore. After we had lost my father and sister to icy the streets in a car crash a little over a year ago I had never been the same.

Every morning I woke up to quiet house. Now that my father was gone, there was no one to bring the vibrancy back into my mother's life. She

smiled now for this imposter that she was dating but it was all wrong. Her face was always a little bit off. And while the empty hole that my father

had left was bad enough, we had lost my sister too.

That was the worst. Jane had only been a year younger than me. She and I had been so close. She had been a very serious girl. And at times, I

might go so far as to say that she was sadistic. But that was just the tough front she put up. She was so small for her age so she was always

trying to prove herself. When it was just her and me, she was her normal self. She was hilarious, and sort of quirky. And she never tried to be

anything but herself. While most teens her age were trying to figure out who they were, she already knew. In the middle of my junior year, I still

didn't really know who I wanted to be. I thought I did, but after I had lost Jane, I had changed. And while most of the people around me just

chalked it up to hormones and teen angst, I knew the truth. My heart had been stabbed through with a big hole and I just didn't care enough to

fill it up anymore. I didn't think that I could fill it anyway.


I couldn't think straight half the time, my mind wouldn't let its gears turn. Because I never got enough sleep anymore. I was always having the

same nightmares. I relived the day they died every night. My mother had driven us to the crash scene as soon as we heard the news. We didn't

know if they were okay. It was torture, sitting in the car, even though my mother had been going well above the speed limit. Because no matter

how fast she drove it would never had been fast enough. When we arrived I had thrown the car door open before it had stopped moving, feet

spraying gravel and slush and they slipped against the pavement. I fell onto my knees but got right back up again. I had to see them. There was a

crowd surrounding the scene and an ambulance was loading someone inside. A tall blonde man who appeared to be a doctor was looking over

Jane's figure with the strangest expression. He looked as though he were arguing with himself, waging a small war inside his head. I pushed past

the paramedics and police officers at the scene and forced my way toward the stretcher. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before and

my chest hurt from the effort. But they had already closed the doors to the ambulance. I turned to the blonde man. "Is she okay? Please." I was

sobbing, but the man only shook his head, closing his odd yellow eyes. "It's too late." was all he had to say. And those three words were enough

to ruin my life forever.