Scars and Nightmares: Chapter Thirteen

Scars and Nightmares: Chapter Thirteen

AN: A little lighter chapter this time, sort of.

Characters belong to SM, story still all me.

JPOV

“Alice, what are you doing here?” Emmett questioned her irritated. Alice? Edward's sister. Looked like I was going to meet her whether I wanted to or not.

“Well, I was coming to see what kept my brother from coming home last night. Sue me, I was curious.” She explained.

Emmett snorted at her saying “Yeah, you can't keep your nose out of anybody's business.”

Even though I couldn't see her do this, I thought she rolled her eyes at him and said “You were the one that told me your partner was here. Edward didn't even tell me why he didn't come home, he just said he had to stay late and would just spend the night here.”

“Fuck. Alice, your brother is going to kill me when he finds out I told you anything.” Emmett groaned.

“More reason for you to get out of here and do what... Jasper wants. That is your name, isn't it?” Her melodic voice floated to me. Damn, that must run in the family.

“That's my name.” I answered. Did I want her here? Seemed to me she'd talk my ear off. Oh well, it might be a distraction from the boredom and if it got Emmett to go back to work...

“Great. My name is Alice. Now would you move, Emmett, and let me sit down. You go on back to work, your partner told you to go.” She was bossy.

Sighing Emmett got up and said “Yes, ma'm.” I chuckled in my head. “See you later, Whitlock. I still plan on checking in on you though, so don't go anywhere, man.” He told me walking out of the room, I rolled my eyes at him.

Until the big man was gone from the room I hadn't even seen Alice. She was a tiny woman. The only thing of Edward I saw in her was her piercing green eyes. Alice was slight, with short black hair that I thought might have been dyed that color.

Flashing me a blindingly white smile she said “Hi, I'm Alice. Now we can be properly introduced.” She stuck her hand out for me to shake. Unable to do anything else I shook her's in response.

“So, Jasper, what would you like to do today?” She asked me. Do? What the fuck could you do in the hospital?

“Do?” I inquired.

“Yes, do. Now turn that TV off, that won't make you any better.” She demanded, taking control.

“You sure are bossy, Alice.” I stated clicking the TV off. I only turned it off at her request because I didn't want to be dragged down by it anymore, not because she told me to. If I left it on I knew the dark dye of the world's degradation would affect me, would make me seek the release of my internal pain, not only my own, but everyone else's.

“Yep, I know I am. Edward complains about it all the time.” She told me and grinned.

“So... what do you want to do?” She asked me again.

Rolling my eyes at her I said “We are in a hospital, there isn't much to do.”

Snorting at me she said “Did you really think I'd come here without bringing stuff to do?” Then she held up a massive bag that probably outweighed her.

“What the hell do you have in there?” I questioned her half expecting it to be something like the bag Mary Poppins had. Might as well be, it seemed like Alice was my babysitter, in a sense.

“Hmm... well, let's see...” She started pulling things out one by one. Various kinds of cards came out, some that I'd never seen before. Some books with crosswords and other things to pass the time. Then she pulled out a pad that was blank and crayons. Crayons? I noticed not a single thing she pulled out of there had a sharp edge to it, she must have done this before. Of course she has, Jasper, she's been through this with Edward. Oh, yeah.

“Just how exactly are cards going to make me feel better?” I asked baffled.

“They won't, Jasper. It's merely to make the time pass in this place, besides, it's the conversation that'll make you feel better.” She stated.

“Conversation?” I questioned raising a brow at her.

“Yeah, conversation. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, I can do enough talking for the both of us.” Then she laughed and slapped my upper arm lightly. I cringed at feeling her touch me. Alice frowned and with tears in her eyes that reminded me so much of Edward's this morning said “I'm sorry. I should know better.”

I didn't know if I liked her irritatingly chirpy demeanor, but I knew I didn't like this. I was sad enough for everyone, they shouldn't be sad too, not if they didn't have to be.

AN: So some of you were right, it's Alice. Some of you may think the crayons thing is cheesy, but that is what they give you in the psych hospital, at least they did me. No pencils or pens are allowed because they are considered sharp, neither are notebooks with spirals.

If anyone wants to talk to me I now have a twitter account under the same name as here. Ealasaid77 I've never used it before, so... that'll be interesting.