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Jasper POV

My head hurt, my arms hurt, my shoulders and back hurt. Ah hell who am I kidding, everything hurt. I tried to open my eyes but they just fluttered. I tried again, and they opened. I turned my head wincing, and saw Alice in the seat. We were in Edward's bedroom.

"Alice?" I croaked in a whisper. The room was dark and her eyes snapped to my face.

"Jasper? Jasper!" She responded, running to me from her chair.

"What happened?" I asked.

She turned her head to the side and asked "You don't remember?"

I nodded "I do…" I spat out. "I don't remember what happened after I felt Edward curl around me." I whispered.

"Jasper you wouldn't stop sobbing and screaming. You two laid on the ground there for about 3 hours. Then I think you finally fell asleep. Edward got you to the car before he passed out."

I looked over at him. I remember him talking to me. I could barley hear him over my mother screaming.

"How long have you been there?" I asked.

"This is my second shift. We've been rotating at 4 hr shifts. It's about 3 in the morning."

I felt Edward stir and turn towards me.

"Jasper!" He bellowed and shot up. I reached for him and pulled him down onto my chest.

"I'm okay Edward"

He cuddled into my chest, and whispered "You scared the fuck outta me. It was like you were missing from your body. Your eyes were empty and black; you were shaking and screaming, and barely responding to any of us. I was so scared we lost you" He shuddered and looked up at me.

"I'm right here baby"

"I'm going to go get Carlisle now that you both are awake." Alice spoke from by the door.

A few minutes later Renee and Carlisle all but sprinted into the room. Carlisle bent down and wrapped both of us in a hug before kissing our foreheads.

"I was so worried" He breathed. He stepped back and Renee embraced us, before pulling up the blanket and tucking our cuddled form in. Carlisle sat in the chair and pulled Renee onto his lap.

He asked us a lot of questions, and we answered.

"Jasper, how are you feeling?"

"Fine"

"Emotionally?"

"Shaken, but I'm okay. I'll be okay; I just need a little time"

He nodded. "We're willing to get you the help that you may need should you decide you need it"

I shook my head. "There was no nightmares, no flashbacks... at least not after I calmed down" I took a breath and buried my face in Edward's hair. "I'm okay Carlisle. It's no where near as bad as the last time. Last time I was out for days, and when I woke there were nightmares for a year. I already have woken once. I just was too tired to move."

He nodded, and pulled the cot over.

"I'll sleep in here tonight, just in case."

"I'm staying too" Renee muttered.

I tightened my hold on a sleeping Edward and drifted to sleep again.

I dreamed, but not of the fire. I dreamed of Edward and I. I dreamed of us married, and with a son. I dreamed of us getting older, and sitting in each others arms on the patio.

I woke again around 2pm to an empty room.

"EDDWARRRRD!" I called.

I heard feet bounding up the stairs and smile. He shot through the door, which hit the wall with the force of opening. He launched onto the bed and grabbed my face I his hands.

"Jasper?" He asked sounding scared and nervous and slightly breathless from his run up the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I smiled "I just missed you"

He kissed my face all over before smacking me in the chest.

"Don't ever do that again!" He seethed.

"What call you?"

He shook his head "No. whatever that was yesterday"

I nodded. "I'm sorry" I said in a small voice.

He shook his head again, and leaned his forehead against mine.

"No, don't be sorry. Just stay away from fire."

"Okay"

"What were you seeing?" He whispered.

"My parent's deaths"

He sat up a little a shocked pained expression of his face. "Jasper"

He reached out to touch my face but then dropped his hand.

I could tell he wasn't sure how to comfort me.

"Edward, it's okay. It's been 8 years. I miss then, and still sometimes dream of the fire, but only on the anniversary. But I was 9. It was their anniversary. My mom lit candles and we all ate dinner. I went up to bed. My mom must have forgotten to blow out one, or missed it, but the way the wax melted, and when the heat kicked in, it blew the flame onto the curtains. They lit up and the rest of the house followed. I was in my room at the back of the house, the farthest from the origin point. My parent's room was at the beginning of the hall. When the fire lit up my parent's room, my dad tried to get to me. He managed to get into the hall but the floor collapsed. He went through it, and I listened to him scream as the fire killed him. The fire department was there and I could feel the water spraying over me.

That's what saved my life. The fire was so out of control they couldn't even lean a ladder against the house, fearing it would collapse once someone climbed on it. The fire spread into my mom's room and she was unable to get to the window to get near the water. She was screaming for me to get out. To get to the water. She was screaming for someone to save me. Eventually she quieted. And when the fire got her, she was screaming for someone to stop the fire. I was huddled under the window, the water spraying over me. I was screaming for someone to save my parents, screaming for someone to make my mother's voice stop. I'll never forget the sound of their voices as they burned. I don't remember what their voices even sounded like normal just that agonized sound. The water stopped suddenly, and I watched as the fire burned what was left of my room. I watched it turn the water into steam that burned my skin, and crawl its way across the floor and walls.

The smell of burning flesh and the house burning made me gag, while I screamed and sobbed. I felt the touch of the fire for about a minute before I felt hands grab me. That's all I remember. I was a mess. I cut and cried and was suicidal for a long time. After my grandmother found me the last time, I was slammed into treatment. I was able to heal a little from it. As I got older I started to get more out the therapy. We figured out what my triggers were, and he helped me work past them, so they weren't triggers anymore. Fire was the one that I couldn't get over. No matter how many different ways we tried, I just can't ever forget the look of the fire.

It was just as hard on Nana as it was me. She lost her children and her grand child was broken. We got really close and about a year and a half before she died, the dementia took her over completely. She would yell things at me meant for her husband, or her son. She'd tell me how much she hated the broken me. How she fucked resented having to take care of me. I know that the woman, who I took care of for the last 2 years of her life, was not my Nana. This woman was sick, and didn't understand what she was saying. I worked when her retirement money ran out, and by that time she was too far gone to tap into the inheritance money she had put away.

So for the last year of her life, I worked to keep the house going, still went to school and got A's, and took care of her."

Edward pulled me to him and flipped us. He wiped the tears off of my face and kissed my wet cheeks. He held me like that for a long time.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Did you mean what you said at the school, that you love me?"

He looked at me. "Did I say that?"

I nodded. "I think I might have been thinking your name and telling you my thoughts."

"Maybe" I whispered. After another few quiet moments, I made a move to get up, but Edward just held me to him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

HIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!

Okay so I'll be doing a sequel. They're in college and what happens when they split for a while?

Let me know what you think of the sequel Ider!

I'll post the first chapter with the last one I post for this story. And make sure you all have a note to look for it!

Hope you like this chapter. !