Because the last chapter was super confusing, I decided to add a little more detail to hopefully help explain what happened more. If you still don't understand, message me and I'll be happy to explain it, all right?

And I'm kinda in a bind. I'm not sure whose perspective I should write from next: Bella's or Jasper's. I've written a bit of each perspective, still not knowing where exactly I'm going. So, I'm asking for a few volunteers who would like to help me out by reading the two perspectives and helping me decide which one I should continue writing. You can either review the story or message me, saying that you want to volunteer, and I'll find a way to send it to you :) Thanks in advance. Or, if you want to keep the next chapter a surprise, you can just tell me whose perspective you would prefer to read next and I'll definitely take that into consideration. :)))

The chapters are getting harder and harder to write. The story is now kind of an open book. I didn't plan any of this to happen from the get go so it was definitely harder for me to write it.

Anyway, I love all of the reviews :) I've said this before, but they are honestly what keeps me going. If I didn't get any, I probably wouldn't finish the story. And shout outs to chocomel26, KlumsyKitten, and LindseyRae, and Colorguardgirl01 for consistently leaving awesome reviews :))) You guys are awesome.

I hope you like this next chapter. It was insanely hard to write because like I said, I didn't know what I wanted to happen. And sorry about the cliffhanger in advance...

Edward POV

A lonely, rainy day. A girl standing in the middle of the road, frozen in fear. Two boys in the wrong place at the wrong time. A car crashing into a tree.

These images swirled around and around inside of my head. I wanted them to go away. I wanted them to stop.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I could hear my fingers beating, impatiently, against the hospital bedside table. The sound of the tap tap tapping was all I could hear. I couldn't hear the baby crying outside in the waiting room or the sound of worried footsteps pacing in the hallway or even the sound of the door swish open and close.

"Edward?" a voice asked from behind.

My head swiveled around to see Alice, standing behind me, looking more delicate and fragile than ever. Her hands were clasped together, nervously, in front of her. Her knees were shaking, as if they might buckle underneath her any second. Her eyes were focused on Jasper and Jasper only.

In all of the three years I had attended Forks High School with Alice, I had never seen her so miserable and depressed. Not when Rosalie lied to the entire school about Emmett. Not when she was humiliated in front of the whole student body at the end of the year rally by Rosalie. Not even when Rosalie left Forks for Paris.

I couldn't help but feel for her, a girl that I didn't even know. A girl that, yesterday, I judged as a daft, shallow cheerleader with nothing, but her parent's money, going for her. A girl that Jasper had always liked, possibly even loved.

"How is he?" she murmured quietly as she walked around the bed, her eyes never leaving Jasper's face, and took a seat directly across from me. Once she sat down, she instantly put her hand on top of Jasper's, a sweet gesture that almost made me like her on the spot.

I shrugged, uncomfortably, still surprised by her warmth and kindness. I didn't want to say something that would hurt her. From what I could tell, she had already been through so much last night and this morning. "He is…doing better."

"Good." Alice smiled, softly. She finally took her eyes off of Jasper and concentrated them onto me. "Edward, you're a great friend."

I swallowed. I hadn't expected that. Not from her. Not from anyone. "Thanks."

She returned her gaze to Jasper, caressing his face with her hand, as if it were the most natural thing to do. She returned her hand to his arm when she suddenly gasped. She had seen the scars that ran up and down not only Jasper's arms, but his entire body; she had seen his burns.

I forced my eyes to the floor, unable to meet hers. It was my fault, all of my fault.

"Edward," I heard her voice whisper, confused and shocked. She was waiting for me to respond, to explain. But I couldn't. I really couldn't. "Edward, what…what happened to him?"

I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to.

It felt like yesterday, still, when it happened although I knew, in my mind, that it was over a year ago. I could still see everything, precisely and perfectly, in my head as it had happened that day. It still haunted me, every single day, when I was awake, when I was asleep. I couldn't avoid it, no matter how hard I tried. And I knew, in my heart, I would never, ever forget.

Sometimes, I would stay awake at night, tossing and turning in my bed, trying not to fall asleep because I knew if I did, I would relive that day, that life altering moment, again and again. I was too weak to face it and too scared to remember.

I could hear raindrops falling, drumming against the windows. I could hear laughter. His laughter. Loud and clear.

"Edward," a voice called from beside me. "Edward."

My eyes snapped open, suddenly. A car windshield was in front of me, raindrops splattering onto it as the windshield wipers waved them away. My hands were gripping the steering wheel that was placed in front of me and my right foot was pressing lightly on the gas pedal. I turned my head slightly to face the person who had called my name.

"You can't close your eyes when you're driving, man," Jasper said with a laugh. He was younger, a lot younger. Or, at least, he looked younger, about sixteen years old. He was wearing a short sleeved T-shirt, the last one he would ever wear. He had a beer in one hand and threw his head back, gulping down the rest.

"I don't think this is a good idea," I felt myself respond as I turned my eyes back to the road ahead.

"Oh, relax." Jasper smashed the beer can with his foot and without another thought, threw it into the backseat. He pressed his face against the window, groaning. "I can't believe it's raining in the summer."

I rolled my eyes, stepping a little harder on the gas pedal. "It's Forks, Jasper. What did you expect?"

From the corner of my eye, I could see Jasper reaching into his pocket, pulling out a pack of Marlboros. He stuck one in his mouth, quickly, throwing the pack onto the dashboard and started patting his jacket and pants in search of his lighter.

"Jasper," I said, exasperated. I didn't know how many times I would have to tell him to quit smoking before he actually did, but I was willing to keep at it if he was.

"Okay, okay; you caught me." Jasper raised both of his hands high in the air, as if he was surrendering. He stared at me for a moment, completely serious, before asking, "Do you want one?"

"No!" I snatched the box of cigs from the dashboard and rolled down my window, throwing it outside of the car without hesitating.

Jasper sighed, leaning the top of his head against the window. "Okay, minor setback. But I still have…"

Before he could finish his sentence, I grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it out of the window. I couldn't help but smile.

It was this moment that I wish I could take back.

It was this moment that I wish never happened.

It was this moment that haunted me in my dreams and in everything that I did.

It was this moment that changed my life, his life, our lives forever.

"Edward!" Jasper yelled. I had never heard Jasper raise his voice, never. I turned to look at him, his index finger pointing to something in the road.

"Oh, shit," I cursed as I felt my heartbeat increase. There was a girl walking across the street, her head parallel to the ground, her hands in her pockets. She was walking in the path of the car.

There seemed to be only one thing I could do.

Before I knew what I was doing, I swerved.

Time seemed to slow down.

I thought it would never end.

But it did.

Finally.

With a loud thump.

My eyes were closed still when I felt raindrops falling on my face. I blinked several times before opening them completely. I could see a face, a girl's face, in front of mine. She looked concerned.

"Where's…where's Jasper?" I murmured. I still hadn't caught my breath. My heart was still beating rapidly as if it were about to burst.

The girl's eyebrows furrowed. "Who?"

"Jasper," I insisted. "Jasper."

My breath suddenly hitched. My heart stopped beating. My blood froze.

Before I could think, I stood up and started to run towards the car when I heard a loud explosion. All of a sudden, the front of the car was in flames. Big, billowy flames. And Jasper was in the front seat.

I sprinted towards the car, with no thought for self preservation, and only stopped when I was beside the passenger seat. I opened the door, rapidly, burning my fingers in the process and stopped, stunned, at what I saw inside.

Jasper was slumped over, lying in the car, completely unconscious. He looked so peaceful, so serene. I was reaching over to pull him out when I saw the flames running up and down his body.

I closed my eyes, unable to look at my friend, my best friend, as I pulled him out of the car by his armpits. I dragged him far, far away from the car before stopping. I quickly pulled off my jacket and started to pound the flames in an attempt to extinguish them. The girl, who had joined me, did the same.

Soon, I heard sirens in the distance, coming closer and closer. I didn't stop. The flames were almost out. Almost.

When a man pulled me away from Jasper, I started to scream. And I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop until all of a sudden, everything went black.

I could hear the heart monitor beeping beside me when I opened my eyes in the ambulance. I looked to my right to see the girl sitting next to me, her hand in mine.

"What…what's your name?" I croaked, my voice hoarse. I bit my lip, to keep myself from saying anything else.

The girl smiled, nicely. "Bella, Bella Swan."

I could taste blood in my mouth as I spat, "Bella Swan, I hate you."

I felt my eyes closing involuntarily and when I opened them again, hours later, she wasn't there.

"Edward," a voice called to me. It was a kind, gentle voice. And it was close.

I opened my eyes, slowly, allowing them to adjust to the bright hospital lights. Alice was squatting down next to me, her hand in mine.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I could feel the concern emanating in her voice.

It took me several moments to respond. I wanted to nod my head and excuse myself for the bathroom. But, instead, I murmured, "No," and felt myself slowly falling apart in her arms.

I closed my eyes, tightly, as I hugged Alice closer. She was the one and only thing keeping me together. She was the one and only thing that made everything go away. She made me feel safe.

I didn't knew how much time had passed when I finally pulled away from her embrace, but I knew that Jasper had been right all along. Alice wasn't just any girl. She was the girl. And she was perfect, perfect for him.

"It's going to be okay," Alice reassured me, so honestly that I believed her wholeheartedly.

I nodded, completely under her spell. I didn't know what exactly I was doing when I leaned in closer to her and pressed my lips against hers. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, unable to let go.

I only stopped when I heard a familiar voice whisper, "Edward…"