A/N: Alright, well HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWN *swings hair around on white snakes' car*. MOAR STORY!!! Omg I'm so sick right now I have a hundred and three degree fever and I've been sleeping for the past fifteen hours. So here's my contribution to society today. Also this chapter is going to be dark and full of dramz and incorporates Jasper's scars

Chapter 4

"They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth
I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
I pray to god you won't come back here anymore"

-"Where Have you Been?" Manchester Orchestra

(Ed POV)

I dipped out of the party before Emily could even notice I was gone and I kicked off the terrible strappy heels they had forced me to wear. The campus was dark as I shuffled barefoot along the sidewalk. I had seen that boy at the party that I ran into in the hall along with his friend and what I heard was his brother. I wanted to go up to his brother and be cute and flirty like Emily or Jas, but I had nothing to say.

I shoved open the door to our dorm building and piled into the elevator with a girl who had her headphones shoved over her ears. Her music was blaring, it was all I could hear. She gave me a weak smile as I shuffled off onto our floor.

Our door was cracked open slightly and it was dark inside except for the pale glow of the TV. I narrowed my eyebrows and stepped further inside. My foot met something wet and warm and I shrieked softly, holding my foot up to the TV. "What the hell…" I inspected the substance before my heart began to race.

I spun around wildly, my hair hitting me in the face. There were small footprints on the carpet and a cell phone lying open on the floor. I reached for it and read the tiny illuminated screen, it read,

Jas,

Marco is in town. He said he's coming back for you.

You need to get out of there. Call me

3 Charlotte

I groaned in confusion and spotted a frail line of light leaking from underneath the bathroom door. I ran to it but it was locked.

"Jas!" I yelled banging on the door, but there was no answer. I looked furiously around the room and saw Emily's baseball bat lying by the bed. I groaned again reaching for it. I stood back and swung viciously at the door handle, breaking it clean off. The door swung open slightly and I burst through it. The once white linoleum floor was stained with bright red pools of blood and Jas was lying in the empty bathtub, her tiny bare feet dripping with red and hanging out of the side.

"Jas! Oh my god, Jas, please talk to me!" I could feel tears pricking up in my eyes and I tugged at the slashed up girl in the tub. The cuts were small and deep and covering anywhere it looked like she could reach. The razor blade dangled lazily from her fingertips and she moaned but never opened her eyes. She was in just her bra and jeans. I reached into my pocket and realized I had left my phone with Emily at the party. I rushed back to the living room and grabbed Jas' phone.

I never thought I would have to dial 911, I was so scared my hands shook as I smashed my fingers into the numbers. The operator answered the phone with a bored "Hello, 911 what's your emergency"

"uh, um… my friend, I think she tried to kill herself" I stammered, watching Jasmine's chest rise and fall slowly and painfully.

"Is she alive now?"

"Yeah, but I don't for how long, please just send an ambulance"

"Can you tell me where you are?"

"The St. Joseph's boarding school, the Apollo girls dorms, room 302" I cried quickly before throwing the phone closed and stumbling out into the hallway. I was usually much more graceful than this. The halls were empty and I watched as the elevator door dinged open. It was that boy I ran into. I pushed my hair frantically out of my face and reached out to grab his wrist. He looked startled.

"Whoa, are you okay?" he grabbed my shoulders squarely.

"No, it's my friend Jas, she's dying, I called the ambulance, but I need help moving her" I pleaded and suddenly his face drained of color.

"Jas?" his voice cracked painfully and he rushed after me into our apartment.

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(Al POV)

Sitting in the waiting room of the ER was painful. I never thought I would be here. I sat across from Emily and Eden and Billy was slouched carefully into the seat next to me. Ryan had resorted to playing with a toddler across the room. He always did have a soft spot for kids. A cop followed by a doctor approached us.

The cop scratched at his mustache before pulling out a clipboard.

"Do any of you kids know a Marco Sanchez?" he stated very bluntly. We all shook our heads, looking around at one another. "Well I'm sure you're all wondering about your friend then" He sighed and sat down next to me.

"Marco Sanchez was an old boyfriend of hers back in Texas. He had domestic violence charges brought against him a few years ago and a restraining order. The police are looking for him right now, he's breaking parole." He handed us all a piece of paper with a mug shot of an intense Hispanic boy. "You'll let me know if you see him around?" He asked quietly and we all nodded, unable to bring ourselves to speak. The doctor stepped forward and smiled kindly at us.

"Jasmine is going to be alright. We have her stabilized. As for the cuts, there are signs that this isn't the first time she's done this. There is scar tissue already underneath her new abrasions." He explained calmly. My head was spinning. Jas seemed so calm, so balanced. I would have never guessed she was this pained. It hurt me. It infuriated me. I wanted to kill this Marco kid.

"Can I see her" I spoke up and Emily and Eden looked at me surprised. Billy even raised an eyebrow at me. The doctor looked at me briefly before shaking his head. I got up and followed him down the halls of the hospital to a room with a clipboard hanging from it that said "Whitlock, Jasmine Arienette" I sighed and pushed open the door.

She looked up at me nervously and turned her attention to her sheets.

"How are you feeling, JAW?" I smiled lightly and she wrinkled her nose.

"Huh?"

I laughed. "Your initials are JAW" I teased and she smiled a little.

"Yeah, bad planning on my parents part I guess" her voice sounded small and far away as she picked at the IV in her hand.

"Don't do that, that's gross" I swatted at her hand and she smiled. My heart felt lighter.

"Why are you here?" She suddenly questioned, blushing. I held out the front of my blood soaked Manchester Orchestra shirt and she blushed even more, tears welling in her eyes.

"Eden found you. She saw me in the hallway and asked me for help. I carried you to the street" I explained.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. "You probably think I'm crazy." She shoved her face into the pillow.

"No" I shook my head and stroked her hand. "I think you have some demons to deal with. We all do. You just need to ask people to help you" I propped my chin up on her bed and grinned. She looked up at me and frowned.

"Will you help me" she whispered. I grabbed both of her hands and brought my nose to touch hers.

"You've kept me waiting a long time" I raised an eyebrow and she giggled.

"I'm very sorry, sir" she said like a proper southern girl.

A/N: OH YES!! I went there. Lol. I had too good lord. It's not Alice and Jasper or… gender swapped Alex and Jasmine without the feel good "you've kept me waiting" line. And we can all guess who Marco is