This is the first chapter on my story. Hope y'all enjoy it.
When I turned, it was already too late. I knew that, even though I was running to them to try and do something. My legs seemed to move in slow motion as she was flung through the air towards the fire. I knew that if I could just get there in enough time, everything would be alright. All I had to do was just run faster. Just as I was at the perfect distance to be able to take a jump and push her away from the flame at the same time, something slammed into me and I was slammed into a tree on the other side of the forest. I quickly pushed myself to my feet and ran towards her again, but I was too late this time.
"ALICE!"
Jumping up in shock, I looked around to see the rest of my family staring at me slightly worried. No one made a move toward me, but I noticed the Carlisle opened his mouth to say something. Moving quickly enough so that Carlisle wouldn't have a chance to actually say anything, I made my way up the stairs towards mine and… her bedroom. Just as I was reaching my hand out to open the door, I withdrew it and turned and headed for the side window. Sliding the window open, I jumped out of the second story house and made my way into the forest. I knew the rest of my family would have heard me leave the house, but I also know that none of them would follow me.
Making my way deeper into the woods, I found the place that myself and Alice would come too late at night. Jumping over the small lake, I came to sit on the top of the rock formation. I couldn't remember exactly what Alice had called the formation but it was something along the lines of 'her little butterfly'. I'm still not sure why she called it something like that, but I don't care all that much about that right now. All I care about is the fact that I'm connected to Alice someway. As hard as it was, it was always that much easier to be in a place that was connected to Alice.
Everyone had tried to tell me that it wasn't my fault that Alice was dead, but that's where everyone was wrong. It was my fault. I was the one that had let her go into battle. I could have stopped her! I should have! Shaking my head, I let my eyes wander back to the water. After the first few months, everyone had given up trying to tell me that it wasn't my fault. They'd given up trying altogether because they knew it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't bring my Alice back to me.
As much as I could feel their sorrow, and their remorse along with their desire for me to get better, it changed nothing. I would sit in our room all day and just stare. I would stare at our bed. Alice had said that we needed to have it, even though we didn't sleep. I hadn't been able to touch anything in the room.
For the first few days after she'd been killed, I hadn't believed that it was true. I'd sat waiting for her to dance into our room like she always did, and to give me that pixie-like smile of hers. She never did though. To be honest, I still sit here and wait. I think I always will.
I don't know how long it was, but too soon I felt someone appear by my side. It only took me a fraction of a second to know who was now standing beside me looking worried.
"Yes, Edward?"
When I spoke now, my voice was cold and hard. The gentleness that I once had in it was gone, along with Alice. My family had gotten accustomed to it, but they weren't used to it, and it would still make them flinch, as it did Edward.
"We were worried about you. We were simply wondering where you had gone to, and I remembered that you'd spoken of this place once."
I knew Edward was lieing. It was coming off him in waves. He could tell that I knew the truth. I didn't have to think the fact that I knew. Just as he was opening his mouth to speak, another voice spoke instead.
"We get that you loved Alice and that it hurt to lose her Jasper, we really do, but moping around like this won't change anything."
Ah, Emmett. I knew it wouldn't be long before he spoke. Smiling slightly, Jasper's body posture turned to Emmett, though he didn't look at him. He knew that Emmett would understand that what he said next would be directed to both him and everyone else.
"And you would be fine if you were to lose Rosalie, Emmett? Or what of you Edward, if you were to lose Bella? No, I do not think you would be. You would do as I am. You would mourn. You Edward, you would have chosen the easiest way out and gone to the Kings of our king. However, you Emmett, you would hunt who killed Rosalie and make them pay. Neither of which, would take your pain away. I can do neither though. Both you and Edward together are the two that killed the beast that took Alice from me, and I do not get the easy way out of my pain. Alice would not… she would send me back here. That much I know. So please, do not tell me not to mourn for my lose of Alice, what we had and what we can never now."
Both Emmett and Edward had nothing that they could say, that much I was sure of. Nodding slightly, as if it were to them, as much to myself, I stood and facing them for the first time, I allowed them to see the extent of the pain I felt for my lose. I watched as Edward dropped to his knees, while Emmett held his chest, a pained expression.
"You understand, now do you not? If far out weighs what you ever thought."
Turning from them, I leapt back over the lake, but instead of heading back to the house, I turned the other direction and ran. It wasn't to get away from my family who simply worried. No, it was to try and out run my pain. As much as I hoped, I doubted it would work, nor last.