Esme's POV
Great. I'd really done it now. Stuck in the "Troubled Teens Recovery Centre." I scoffed. RECOVERY, alright. more like making you insane until you really DO kill yourself. I walked in to meet my cell mate. She was a cute, pretty looking girl with medium to short length black hair and golden eyes. "Hey. What's up. I'm Esme." she shook my hand.
"I'm Alice. What're you in here for."
"I snapped in class. Tried to kill someone. My mom and dad abused me, but not too badly. I got into drugs pretty heavily, and self mutilation. Got anger management ?"
"Nice. I held a couple people hostage in my school. Didn't kill anyone. But my mom and dad abused me. I could never do anything right. got into drugs, self mutilation. some mental issues. It's all the same story."
I scoffed again. "Yeah. It is, isn't it?"
The guards came and took us for lunch, then. Across the cafeteria, we saw two blondes. One with short curly hair, the other with really short hair only about an inch off his head. The one with longer hair looked younger than the older one, but he was talking to the other in a soft voice, as if trying to calm him, or KEEP him calm. We, Alice and I, ignored them for a while, but them the older one punched the younger one, and the guards fell on him like wolves on a steak, pulling him off of the younger one. "Carlisle! chill out, man!" The other one yelped. The guards restrained him for a while, then let him sit down again.
When we went back to our rooms, and they blondes were right across from us. The older one was rattling the bars.
"oh, god...please stop." He paced the cell twice, then rattled again. it went on for hours and hours.
"WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT HIM UP?"
"HEY! DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY BROTHER! YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, YOU DONT KNOW WHAT HE'S BEEN THROUGH. SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"WE'VE ALL BEEN THROUGH A LOT, THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE CLANG AROUND ON BARS ALL NIGHT LONG!"
"Carlisle, sit down." he mumured, defeated. Carlisle curled up in the very corner of the room, rocking back and forth. I raised my eyebrow. "He's CRAZY."
"HE'S NOT CRAZY! IF YOU KNEW HALF THE THINGS THAT WENT ON IN HIS MIND, YOU'D UNDERSTAND!"
The next day, Alice and I decided to go for a walk in the little town-like setup they had on the northern side of the 'prison'. Walking by the salon, we saw The two blondes, the younger one holding Carlisle down into the chair while the barber hacked most of his hair off. I actually felt really bad for him.
"I wonder what's wrong with him...?"
"The same thing that's wrong with ALL of us! Who cares, anyway, the freaks!"
"Alice....he might have had a worse past than all of us put together....we really DON'T know what he's been through, or what hell goes on in his mind..."
"Well...yeah..." We heard a loud frakus behind, and when we turned around, the younger one was trying to pull someone off of a shaking Carlisle. "Oh my god! What'd he do NOW." Alice groaned.
"We should go back and help." I rushed back, not waiting for an answer from Alice, and threw the attacker away from the blondes.
"What..?"
"I may be a bitch, but I can't just stand by and watch someone attack him." I turned to Carlisle. He was in a fetal position, his hands over his head.
"Don't touch him. He...he's not in a position for anyone else right now. Let me handle him."
"Ok...." I walked away, watching the younger one as he took Carlisle's hands away from his head and whisper something to him. I caught up with Alice again in our cell. "Do you know what the younger one's name is?"
She smiled and giggled. "Jasper."
I smirked. "what's all the giggling?"
"He asked me out. When you went to the bathroom during lunch."
"what did you say?"
"Yes, of course! he's cute!"