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EPOV

I could feel the cold metal in my hands, smell the rust coming from the ground, and hear the slow drops of water that trickled from the broken pipe, half out of the ground.

drip...drop...drip...drop...

I might have been able to see the pipe, if i could see anything but her face. Perhaps if i could see the pipe i would be able to stop the persistant dripping from the ground, if i could see. My eyes seemed to be clouded with unseeingness.

I had found a numb emotional shell to crawl into whenever i needed to. I used it to keep bad thoughts, hurtful thoughts, at bay.

I was numb.

The sudden burst of anger that periodically washed through a few days earlier started the dripping. Jasper ended it. The small holes and dents on the walls were also a result of my...emotions.

I curled my legs closer to my body as another wave hit me. The metal thing clanked from my hands, onto the floor. If i could see clearly, i would have seen my reaction to Alice before. If i could see clearly...


JPOV

I had once again been assigned to watch over him. The rest of the Cullens couldn't calm Edward if he got out of control. It was becoming a full time job. Mostly the only disturbances I got was the occasionaly clanking of metal, or crashing noise when the floor was smashed against his fist. Other than his small anger waves, nothing really came from him.

I could feel as the days had gone by, the slow, emotionless, numb shell he had created around himself. He was trying to fight his emotions, keep them at bay. Earlier he had figuered out that numbness was easier to cope with than the mood swings that occured prior to this new...thing.

He had yet to feed. It has been 1 month. He was beyond the point of hunger, he was numb, totally uncabable of any more hunger.

Only once did I feel signifigance.

3 days ago, Alice came to visit me... With her she brought the normal thoughts that occur when she's around, lust...beauty...perfection in the way she walked...

Edward must have heard these new thoughts come into my head because as soon as she was in my smell, an earspliting cry came from behind me in the small shack. It pierced through the steel frame and into the world, coming with it a million forms of pain, sorrow, and anger.

It lasted 5 minutes. Every small flicker of Alice that popped into my head, brougt on his new mood of agonizing pain or dispair. I couldn't imagine someone having to deal with that day in and day out.

Alice has yet to come and visit me again.