Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight-resembling (name-wise) characters. Although their personalities, situations, and actions in this story, do indeed, belong to me.
POV: Jasper
Rating: T for some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
Current Chapter: Two
Summary: I will think and dream of everything and nothing, but I will think most of all, of golden hair. AH/OOC
Recap: Characters have been introduced, Rosalie paid a visit to the hospital for Chemo. It is now two months later.
RUDIMENTARY MATH SAVES THE DAY
They say that when you die, its like seeing a tunnel of light at the end, and maybe some angels will greet you. Or the devil. No one really knows, no one's successfully died, come back, and remembered enough to tell the tale-- and if they did, every sane person believed them to be a crazy.
I like to think maybe Rosalie will see a beautiful fate, maybe she'll be carried to a cloud by a dozen or so cherub-like angels to rest for eternity. Until I get there, at least.
Then when I get there, we can frolic about, cry to the beautiful harps of heaven, sing beautiful cherishing croons by Earth songwriters. But I know she will meet a cruel after-life, for she was dealt a cruel life. I know, as it is Karma's way.
Its sort of like saying "Life sucks, and then you die," but instead saying: "Life sucks, and then you die only to meet another factor of suckage."
"Hey Jasper," Aunt Renee has a weird way of saying my name, she says it like, 'yah-spur' I don't know, but its nice with her accent.
"Yes, Renee?" I say calmly, quietly, harrowingly, and other ly adverbs.
"Could joo try to get Rose-alley to eat some zing? Perhaps, strawberriez?" She looks so concerned for Rosalie, she looks absolutely distraught.
"I'll try," Quickly smile, I am on auto. Rosalie has a very small time left on Earth, and I want to be the best brother I can be.
I grab the strawberries from the fridge, quickly rinse them and cut them up, and I arrange them into a flower on a little plate. Rosalie likes it when her food is in different shapes, maybe she'll like it enough to actually eat for once.
Later, I think back to when I had been sent to give Rosalie her food. Surely Renee hadn't known? Or maybe she had, but wanted me to see for myself. Either way, I don't know whom to blame, so I blamed myself. I blame myself up until I reach the age of seventeen- and that was the age I chose to forget. And forgive.
I walked to Rosalie's room, holding the plate in my two palms. Once I reached her door, I barely hesitated, and instead walked head long in.
Why was Rosalie neglecting to move?
Certainly, this chapter is shorter, but Jasper has less to say. Also- coming up is Emmet.