AN: So, this is my first Edward/Jasper, slash and basically my first fic. It starts in third person point of view but will change to first person point of view in the next chapters until the end of the fic. It will be Jasper's POV then Edward's and so on and so on.

Hope you enjoy the first chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Twilight or the characters; I did not make any profit from this story. All characters belong Stephanie Meyer.

I don't have a set schedule for updates but hopefully it won't take more than one a week to post each chapter depending on RL.

Songs that helped get me in the mood to write this chapter:

Astronaut – Simple Plan.

Skinny Love – Birdy version.

Saviour – Black Veil Brides (The song the fic is named after)

This isn't beta'ed so all mistakes are mine

Now, on with the show.

Summary: Jasper is a lonely soul from a broken family, while he's in a psychiatric ward he meets Doctor Cullen who befriends and eventually allows the parentless Jasper to stay with his large family. Edward's the popular kid who doesn't know who he really is until he meets Jasper Whitlock. Rated M for mentions of self-harm, abuse and lemons in further chapters. AU Fic.

Chapter One – New Beginnings

~XO~

The hospital room was quiet, strange and dark; a thin, frail figure huddled close to the furthest corner of the white room. Golden blonde chair covered the parts of his face that weren't covered by his ripped, old jeans where most of his head was buried against, his arms held his knees to his chest as if he was trying to protect himself from the darkness and the monsters that he was convinced hid in the darkest parts of the room.

The door creaked open and a small stream of light pierced through the darkness. Most patients would breathe a heavy sigh of relief at the burst of light that promised to combat the shadows and the monsters, but he only tried to push his breakable body further against the wall's corner, getting peeled paint in his tangled, unwashed blonde locks as he rubbed against the corner. He had not lifted his head yet, he was terrified as the person stepped into the room and invaded his personal space. He heard the squeak of springs as the bed on the opposite side of the room sunk with the weight of the other person as they sat themselves down on his bed. His eyes narrowed but of course, it was not noticeable as he still had his face hidden from view, after a long moment of nothing but the sounds of shallow, careful inhalations and exhalations of air, he lifted his head.

His pale skin was almost glowing, blackness formed beneath his eyes and showed his lack of sleep, despite the obvious neglect that was inflicted on him, his eyes were still bright, the ice blue of his irises pierced through the stare of the man who sat on his bed, the hostile stare was enough to make the man shiver. His head tilted to one side, expression feigning the innocence he knew made everyone see him as an adorable boy, not the messed up loser he knew he was, red lips parted as he spoke for the first time in a long time.

"You're sitting on my bed, ya know?"

The man frowned, but, much to the boy's irritation, he didn't move.

"Jasper…," the man started slowly and gently, Jasper made no indication that he heard the man, but the other man knew that he had indeed heard him but he was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge him, so the man continued to speak and despite the obvious and rude rejection, he still spoke in a gentle understanding tone.

"Jasper, you know why I'm here, don't you?"

Jasper looked at him and finally took the time to look at the man, he pushed his lips out and his expression became thoughtful. He noticed that the man looked young with light, neatly combed, blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, very different to the piercing, ice blue of Jaspers. Jasper nodded slowly, letting the other man know that he knew why he was here but he wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Instead of giving up on what seemed like a hopeless case he continued as if he was talking to a friend and not to a patient.

"I'm Doctor Cullen; I'm here to help you"

The boy's expressionless face broke out into a grim smile, he laughed but it was humorless.

"You can't help the helpless, doc"

"I don't believe you're helpless, Jasper"

Jasper shrugged, there had been doctors in and out of his room for months now, they invaded his personal space and that made it hard for him to breathe without worrying if he was making too much noise, if he was breathing right and not annoying anyone. Jasper glanced at his scarred forearms, the bruises on them were fading into a yellow color, that didn't match the paleness of his white skin, but they'd almost be gone.

But the scars would remain forever. Every doctor would come in and try to talk to him, they would try to convince him that his father loved him and it was his illness that made him constantly beat his son and then shoot himself, but Jasper never responded, he never made any effort to get better because inside he was already dead, the hollowness told him that he should be dead already, it would only be a matter of time, so without much progress the doctors would move on and Jasper would never see their faces again.

He never forgot them, their faces were carved into his brain and he could describe all their features perfectly if he ever felt like opening his mouth and speaking, he never felt like that.

This doctor was different, it took him four and a half hours before he sighed and said he would return tomorrow.

Not much sleep was achieved that night, Jasper remained awake, his piercing gaze staring up at the ceiling above him. He thought deep thoughts that normal boys his age weren't capable of thinking. His body rested against the mattress of the hospital bed, slow breaths escaped his pinkish lips as he breathed freely for the first time in a very long time.

The next morning when Jasper woke up he found Doctor Cullen at the edge of his bed.

"Well, doc. That's a bit creepy," when he spoke the doctor could clearly hear his southern accent, it reminded him of a cowboy.

"My son usually tells me I can be creepy"

Jasper tilted his head and sat up, crossing his legs under the covers and looking into the doctor's pale blue eyes.

"Tell me about yourself, doc."

The doctor smiled a half smile.

"Tell you what, Mr. Whitlock. I'll tell you about myself and then you'll tell me about yourself, deal?"

Jasper nodded with pouted lips, like a curious child he moved further up.

"Seems fair"

The doctor nodded before he began to speak.

"First of all, my name is Doctor Carlisle Cullen. I have 3 adopted children and a beautiful wife named Esmé." Jasper nodded along with his words, urging Carlisle to continue. "My eldest son Emmett is in college with his girlfriend Rose, Alice and Edward are in high school. Edward's your age and Alice is two years younger."

With his words he pulled out a wallet and placed a family photo on Jasper's bed by his feet, Jasper blinked as he looked at Carlisle, silently asking if it was okay for him to pick the photo up and give it a closer examination, when Carlisle nodded Jasper did just that.

In the picture were 4 teenagers and two adults, a big, bear like man had his arm around a gorgeous blonde woman who looked like a model, he saw Carlisle and the woman who must be his wife, a tiny, pixie-like girl was being held by a taller boy. When Jasper caught sight of the boy his breath caught in his throat.

Emerald eyes pierced right through him, wild bronze hair stuck out at odd angles and a breath-taking smile graced his pale face.

Jasper was gay; he knew that from the age of 15 when he began experimenting with a friend. They kissed, touched but never went too far. Jacob claimed to be bi but Jasper; Jasper knew he didn't like girls. The boy in the photo stole his breath and Jasper had to know him.

"Who's that?" Jasper pointed to the beautiful boy, keeping his expression curious.

"That's Edward"

"Edward" Jasper breathed his name, like the way it sounded on his tongue and for a moment he wondered how he would sound moaning it, Jasper shook his head and scolded himself.

'Inappropriate thoughts about the doc's son! Good job, Whitlock, you're already royally screwing yourself.'

Now it was Jasper's turn to speak, he inhaled sharply and began.

"I grew up in Texas, sir. The only son of Charlotte Hale and Peter Whitlock. My father was never alright, he hit mama and me and when mama tried to leave he told her she could go if she left me. So, she left without me. My father shot himself after beating me until I couldn't wake up. I stayed with relatives but when they found out about my cutting they sent me here."

Doctor Cullen nodded throughout the entire story, he didn't interrupt or try to comfort Jasper when he got choked up and Jasper was grateful for that.

Doctor Cullen came back every day for months, he would tell Jasper stories and Jasper would tell him stories, Jasper never admitted it but the stories about Edward were his favorite, he didn't know the beautiful boy personally but he felt he did know him in some way.

Carlisle slowly began to notice that with his help Jasper was changing, he allowed himself to be cleaned even if he wouldn't get out of his clothes and into new ones, his golden blonde hair fell in waves to his chin and his eyes were alight with something that Carlisle couldn't put his finger on but liked that it was happening nonetheless.

~XO~

One day, six months after their first meeting Jasper was smiling and he always lit up when Carlisle would come in to talk to him, sometimes bringing along some leftovers of Esme's cooking for him since Jasper frequently complained about the quality of hospital food.

"Jasper..?" Carlisle questioned quietly as Jasper took a bite of Esme's roast pork sandwich that she sent with her husband, Jasper was starting to think that the woman was especially cooking for him instead of just giving leftovers.

"Yeah?" He said after swallowing his bite, after all mama always said to never speak with your mouth open.

"As you know, my wife can't have children so we adopt children who long for a home. The doctors have informed me that you're well enough to leave now and I was wondering if you would move in with us seeing as the police are unable to find your mother and your other relatives have issues with you staying with them"

Jasper snorted, he knew what issues they had. Before he knew it tears were welling up in his bright gaze and he was nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes! Please... If you'll have me" He said with a blush, clearly embarrassed by his excited outburst.

Within the next few days Jasper was discharged from the hospital and sitting in the passenger seat of Doctor Cullen's car, Carlisle had taken him shopping before they began the drive to the house and Jasper was grateful for that. He wouldn't have to meet his new family in dirty ripped jeans and an old shirt.

The large house was surrounded by a forest of sorts, when it came into view Jasper saw that it was overly large, nothing like his house in Texas. He swallowed a deep breath of air, the time was here and he was going to meet his new family.