Hello! I have seriously gotten into fics with Jasper. He's such an interesting character! This story was inspired by Naughtykisses' story "He was a Southern Gentleman" (which I really hope she finishes!). As some of you may have been able to tell from some of my other stories, I like writing some pretty dark stuff. The funny stuff is nice, and the romance, but what I really like is the stuff that is just depressing. XD Anyhoo, please enjoy!

So many voices. So many fucking voices. I hold my ears and sit in the corner, trying to ignore all the voices. La la la la la.

Why won't they go away? I swallow every fucking pill they throw at me, and still the voices rage on in my head. Why? How can I escape them.

There's always the razor. A plump little vein right there on your arm. All you have to do is slide it down. They'll all go away, every last one.

"AUGH!"

I slam myself against the wall. Just leave me alone. Go away. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALO-

I gotta get away. I have to leave. As soon as he turns around, I'm makin' a run for it. I swear to God, I'm getting away.

I turn my head to the left and see them pushing someone in my direction.

"There you go, you fucked up freak. A new friend!"

Fuck them. Laugh all you want. I hear what you're thinking. You call me a fucked up freak? I know exactly what you did to that nine year old last night. You made him cry, you bastard. You scarred him for the rest of his life.

Though, that isn't half as bad as the shit I've seen.

I've seen my father brutally murder my mom. He yelled at her, slapped her around a bit. But then he got the knife. Chopped her finger right off. Shoved it in her mouth. Made me watch as he raped and murdered her. Hacked her up into pieces. Forced me to clean her up while he snorted coke. I was 12.

But that's why I'm here. I killed your fucking ass, didn't I, DADDY. I got that same knife and I did awful things to you. Made you suffer like I did. I cut you real bad, so you could feel the pain. The I poured your beloved whiskey on the open wounds. It burned. I know it did. I wasn't going to let you have it quick. You were going to suffer for the 13 hours I did wiping mom off the kitchen counter.

I bathed in your fucking blood. And I loved every minute of it.

And you, pedophile. I will do the same thing to you when you turn around. I'll make you suffer like you made that boy suffer.

Oh God. Look at him! What have they done to him? I'm gonna die! They're gonna fuckin' kill me in here!

My eyes snap up to the tall figure on the other side of the cell. He claws at the door. His fingers are bloody and his fingernails are ripped off. I guess I was too busy reminiscing to see him do that to himself. Too bad. I could've prevented him from all that wasted energy. See those grooves and ruts in the wall? I did those. And it was for fucking nothing.

"Hi. My name's Edward. It looks like we're going to be buddies."

He turns around to look at me. His eyes are wide and red-rimmed. I offer him my hand and the most genuine smile I can muster. It isn't much.

Poor lad. He's trembling. He's silent though. Even is other voice. I can't hear it. I slowly get up and walk over to him. He presses himself against the wall, looking terrified.

"Hey, shhh. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm probably in a similar situation to you."

He looks like he's going to cry. Suddenly, he throws himself at me and holds me tight. He's gasping, dry sobs. I don't know what to do, so I put my arms around him.

I don't know why, but I feel incredibly protective over him. I want him to trust me, and I want to trust him. In his head, he's sobbing and apologizing.

"I'm so sorry mama! I'm so sorry! Don't hate me! Please, don't hate me!"

He clutches at my shirt, holding on for dear life. My hands are on his back, and I try to soothe him. He's like an animal that was abused. I laugh in my head. He is.

We stay like that for a while, him gripping me tight and me trying to comfort him. After some time, his sobs stop and he breathes slowly, like he's asleep. I maneuver us so that I'm sitting against the wall, him almost in my lap.

I feel like a father consoling a terrified child, telling him that it is only a sweater under his bed and not the boogie man. Only this time, it isn't a sweater, but the boogie man sure as hell isn't the scariest monster here.

"I'm Jasper."

I look down, slightly startled. I thought he was asleep.

"Nice to meet you, Jasper."

"I killed my dad… I'm a bad person."

We're silent. I'm quite shocked.

"I killed my dad too. He killed my mom. He had to pay."

Jasper looked up at me with wide, blue eyes. A beautiful color, but they are so sad. Everything about his face is sad, but eerily beautiful. Like a ghost. He's a ghost.

"I bet he deserved it. He deserved everything he got. Know why I killed my dad?"

"Why?"

"He tortured the person I loved. He and a whole group of his friends. They tied him up and beat him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then they tied him to the back of their truck and dragged him for 7 miles. My dad came home afterwards and said, 'Fucking fag deserved e'rything he got. Yer gonna get it too.' So, I got my gun, and I shot that mother fucker."

I leaned my head back and absorbed everything. A smile came to my lips.

"My dad chopped my mom up and made me clean her up."

Jasper let go of me, so I dropped my arms from him. He sat up and looked me in the eye.

"I think we should stay together. I think we need each other."

I nodded in agreement. He and I were both incredibly fucked up and only we could understand each other. We stared at each other for a while, trying to memorize the other's face. Very softly, he reached and touched my face. I did the same to him. I leaned in slightly, and he filled the rest of the space until our noses touched. He looked at me with eyes that were so incredibly lost.

"Don't leave me."

I held his gaze. "I won't."

We turned our heads and sealed our promise.

We were in this together.

Soooo… What did you think? REVIEW MY DEARIES!

Tell me if I should continue this. Is it just a one shot thing? Should I write a few more chapters? TELLMETELLMETELLME!

Again, a big shout of to Naughtykisses for giving me such wonderful inspiration!

P.S. I'm sorry if I was a bit too graphic up there. I got a bit carried away. If you couldn't tell already, I'm kinda into crazy stuff.

P.P.S. I love stuff like this! If you have any suggestions, please do! Put them in your reviews! I really want to read more of this type of stuff.

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