Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything that belongs to Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Crack!

I woke up to snow in my face. My ears were head was throbbing. For a few moments I couldn't figure out what had happened. Why was I lying here face down in the snow, ears ringing, head throbbing? I couldn't seem to remember what had just transpired.

Something's wrong.

I sat up quickly and checked my surroundings. I don't know why I did. I wasn't paying attention as to where I was. I was only thinking of what could be wrong, and somehow I knew that whatever that's was wrong, it had to do with me.

I looked down, and there was blood. My blood. Suddenly I knew what was wrong. My leather gloved hands found my mouth and pressed down hard. Eyes screwed shut. Pain clouded my mind as I rocked back and forth, trying to relieve, or maybe distract, myself from it from the overwhelming pain on my jaw. I could feel my mouth filling with blood now, and something hard float across my tongue.

I leaned over and spat out everything in my mouth. I opened my eyes and was shocked at what I saw in the middle of all the red; two pearly whites and a chunk of pink.

Oh my god. I thought. My teeth! My tongue! Covering my mouth once more. The cold crisp air did nothing to alleviate the pain.

I looked behind me at the small cliff from which I had fallen. Four, no, five feet maybe, straight to my face. I was momentarily thankful that I didn't break my nose. Taking my hands away from my mouth, now accustomed to the pain, I stood. I looked around again, but this time I paid attention. Thin trees stuck out of undisturbed snow for miles. The sun was at its peak, doing nothing to dry my wet jeans, or even to warm me.

I spat again. Painting the down, I picked up my teeth and tongue and put them in my jacket pocket. Gross. I thought. I was a little disgusted about the fact that I wanted to keep them.

Suddenly I was overcome with lightheadedness, stumbling backwards onto a tree to steady myself. Please say I don't have a concussion too. Please. Please. I pleaded with myself.

Looking back at the small cliff that I had no choice to climb. The cliff was just and inch or so taller than me, which wasn't saying much. I didn't get the nickname Shrimp for nothing. With a good leap, I could hoist myself up and over. Simple. Or so I thought. I couldn't correctly coordinate my arms and legs to get me up the cliff. The more I tried, the more nauseous and dizzy I felt, and the throbbing I had forgotten, more apparent. Time slipping away from me as the sun dipped behind the trees.

With my hands on my knees and eyes squeezed shut, I decided to get some distance in-between me and my rival. My throat dry from all my huffing and puffing, face numb from the cold. I could almost feel my snot hardening. The chattering of my teeth beneath my chapped lips reminded me of my items in my pocket. Now distracted and filled with curiosity, I slowly ran my wounded tongue around my mouth to find where exactly did I loose my teeth. The left side. My good side. Senior pictures was coming up. I bet I'll have a huge bruise. Kenny bet not make fun of me. After all, I'm out here because of that idiot.

Focus. Swallowing the blood, I glared at the obstacle a few feet in front of me. Tightening my stomach, and raced off towards the cliff. I jumped as high as I could, latched on the top as my legs kicked and pushed me towards my destination. Finally, after what felt hours, I was at the top.

For some reason, I just lied there in the snow. My head filled with questions. Why was I out here? Which way was home? Did Kenny make it home safely? Who was Kenny? Who was I? What was my name? Will anyone find me? Will they just find my dead body? I started to cry. My head had turned to soup. I was so confused about the things that I think I knew a second ago. My shivering body only dampened my mood even more.

There was a booming voice that echoed a name in the distance. It scared me. I was on my knees ready to bolt as soon as I hear it. I ignored the dizziness. I spat out more blood and noticed it wasn't as bad as before. I looked around to see if there was anyone but I couldn't find a soul.

Maybe someone is coming to rescue me. Hope filling me. I just have to make myself known.

"Hey! I'm over here!" I screamed, not minding the pain when the cold touched the wounded tip of my tongue. "I'm right here!"

The scary booming voice was closer this time. I could hear it clearly now.

"Jasper!"

Jasper? Was that me? It does sound like-

I couldn't finish my thoughts. There was a blur of colors, then I was in the arm of a man, a very tall man. My feet dangling. His face was smothered into my neck. His curls blocked my view of a figure behind him. He held me close to his chest, one hand around my waist, locking my arms in place, and the other held my shoulder down as he buried himself into me more. He was shaking, he was crying.

I wanted to tell him it was okay. That he had found me and there was no need to cry. That I'm safe and sound in his arms to take me home to… I forgot. Those words down on my lips anyway as I grew sleepy. My head unwillingly dropped down onto his shoulder. With a fleeting head, I noticed that his lips made my skin feel warm. So without my consent, I kissed his neck too, and to my great stratification, he stopped shaking. I fell asleep.