Chapter 2:
Ah. High School Hell. That's the only thing that came close to describing this institution of pure horror. I'm sure for most of the students at Forks High life wasn't that bad… but I wasn't one of those lucky few. The tall looming doorways that separated freedom from desolate isolation.
I slowly made my way to homeroom so I could get my class schedule and locker assignment. I could feel the glares on my back as I trudged down the hallway to room 104. I reached the doorway and was about to step in when I heard my name being called. For some reason unbeknownst to even me I actually turned around to see who called my name. What I saw was worse than any name anyone could've ever called me….
(sorry for the previous tease. Wont happen again shifty eyes haha. On to the story!)
Scolding hot liquid burned my face. My eyes instantly snapped shut as I brought my still wet with freezing rain hoodie sleeve up to try and dilute the stinging pain. The last image I had before the pain is one that will stick with me until the day I parish. My former best friend and confidant Lauren Mallory with a look of pure evil and hatred littering her face holding a now empty coffee thermos aimed at my direction.
For the life of me I couldn't decide what hurt worse. Having piping hot coffee thrown in your face or having said coffee thrown by someone you trusted. As I laid in the doorway of homeroom curled into the fetal position everything around me started to spin. I was losing it. My grip on reality was loosing. Everything was twisting together in a nasty spiral of evil cackling and warped faces. All of a sudden everything went silent and completely still. Nothing could really be heard except a low harsh growling sound. In a lot of pain but extremely curious I picked my now slightly pink tinged burned face up a little bit to see A big figure standing in front of me crouched down a bit. Even from behind I could tell something about how the person was standing was making their point to back off perfectly clear… and no one in their right mind was going to accept the challenge.
I was so wrapped up in looking at my savior trying to gain some answers I didn't notice someone drop to their knees next to me and gently pick me up. My chest and face were still on fire. It literally felt like my skin was melting off, but there was something undeniably comforting about the position I was currently in. It might have to do with the fact no one has gotten close to me in 2 years. Well, not the comforting closeness I was experiencing at this moment anyways.
"Emmett. Call the girls and have them meet us in the parking lot. We're taking her to the house." I heard the velvety voice command gently.
Ah. So the big brooding figure of my protector was none other than Emmett. I thought the simple tight black tee shirt and light colored jeans looked familiar, but if Emmett was guarding me… then who was carrying me? There are too many thoughts going on in my head to really think straight at the moment and a comforting wave of blackness clouded me. The last thing I remember before the blackness consumed me was the velvety voice saying I was going to be alright and they were going to protect me.
Torture. That's the only word I can think of to describe my current state. I know I'm lying on a soft surface surrounded by people, but I cant seem to get my body to cooperate with me. I'm lying still with my eyes closed in a hay state.
"Alice…" I hear a soothing some-what familiar voice call to me. I try to respond but again my body wasn't willing to work with me.
"Alice. Honey. Please open your eyes." I managed to wiggle my eyes slightly but still wouldn't open them. I felt a small dainty hand cover my own picking it up gently and giving me a gentle squeeze. "Honey. If you can hear me please squeeze my hand. Just a little so I know you can hear me."
I finally manage to fight through the fog enough to squeeze the hand as hard as I could. "Oh thank God." The sweet voice sounded so relieved.
"Carlisle!" the sweet voice suddenly sounded enraged. "What did you give her. The poor thing can barely move." I couldn't help but chuckle at the complete 180 the voice had taken. That, and the fact even angered the owner of the voice still sounded so sweet and caring.
"I just gave her some something for the pain. Don't worry darling. She'll wake up soon."
I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on a special moment between two special lovers. The darkness that had previously been edged off was back with a vengeance and once again I was pulled into unconsciousness.
I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in a king sized bed that was very very comfortable. The walls of the room were painted a deep purple with gold and black trim. Everything in the room was very pretty and excellently coordinated. As my eyes began to wander towards the other side of the room I realized I wasn't alone.
"Hello dear." A woman with long caramel colored wavy hair and piercing green eyes perched herself on the end of the bed.
"My name is Esme Cullen. I believe you met my daughters for all intensive purposes Bella and Rosalie and my son Emmett this morning. Do you remember anything of this Alice?"
Her voice was so soothing and her eyes contained nothing but motherly concern. I was so touched. She has never met me and already she was treating me like her child. "Yes. I remember. Well. I sort of remember. What happened and where am I?"
"Oh dear. You were at school and someone threw their coffee on you…" I gasped. It all flooded back to me. My best friend. My sister. She hurt me. A sob erupted from my chest as the memory came flooding back to me. Esme stopped her explanation and gently threw her arms around me and rubbed small circles on my back. I slowly started to calm down and she continued the story.
"Emmett was on his way to his class when he saw everyone crowding around someone on the floor. He thought it was a fight and didn't want to miss the chance to show off his muscles playing bouncer." Her eyes held a lot of humor at this. I take it Emmett liked to show people he was a force to be reckoned with. "He saw it was you and immediately went into big brother mode and got people away from you so my other son Jasper got you out of there. When he got you to the parking lot they brought you here. Bella is beside herself with worry." The twinkling in her eyes came back. "I think she likes you." And with a wink she left.
I laid there letting everything sink in. I was snapped out of my reverie when Bella's bouncing form came tumbling on top of me hugging me like there was no tomorrow. Pain shot up my chest as she did this. She must've noticed my grimace because she pulled away looking sorry. I laughed and said it was alright. We lapsed into comfortable conversation. She told me a bit about her family and I avoided talking about mine at all cost. A few hours later we both fell in a comfortable deep sleep.
*A/N *- I made my deadline! YAY! I'm proud of myself. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but it is better than the one I originally wrote for this. I think i might not love it because its so short, but theres a reason for it. Anyway. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up but im shooting for Thursday night.
Send me some of those lovely reviews!!! And yes I agree there needs to be more Jasper/Alice stories... lots more. And im sorry for teasing it sounded like fun. :D
