AN – I know, it's been forever since I've updated. Sorry 'bout that. I hope you like the chapter. A little bit more into Rosalie's life in this one.

Alice's POV

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love
and not feel your rain.

- Gravity (Sara Bareilles)

My head spun, and I felt a little bit giddy. I twirled around, circles that never ended. I wanted to feel my body fly. If I kept going, I felt like my feet might leave the ground. I felt my hair whip around my face, and the air rushing past. I let out a laugh, and I felt my feet tangle against each other. I tripped and fell back onto the bed. Uncontrollable laughter ripped through my body as Rosalie looked on, laughing herself. The difference with Rosalie's laugh was that hers was incredulous. Like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Are you okay, Alice?" she asked. I could almost swear she was concerned. "Only, if you make too much noise, the night staff will come to check on you." Rosalie played with her long blonde hair, a look of mischief in her eyes. "Mind you, I think Emmett is on tonight. Maybe you should keep being crazy..."

Emmett was a nurse. You wouldn't pick it, if you looked at him. He looked like he could break you in half without even trying. About six foot, he was all muscle. He cared about people though. I could see why he had caught Rosalie's attention, and the fact she was a patient didn't seem to deter her infatuation. Who was I to question it? I had fallen for a fellow patient. I wasn't a lot better. If I looked hard enough, I could see Emmett was a little softer toward Rosalie than the other patients. I could almost say that he felt similarly toward her. Not that he would show it. You just had to watch him work to know he loved his job. I don't think that he would do something that rash to jeopardise his license to practice.

I picked up a pillow and threw it at her. If I didn't know better, I might have said I was having fun. I had been here for nearly a week now, and Rosalie had started to open up a little bit. We didn't really talk about what was wrong with us, or why we were here. She was lucky enough to be allowed some of her own make up, so we had taken to giving each other make overs when it got really boring. At the moment, I had blue eyes shadow on, and bright lipstick. It didn't particularly suit me, or anyone for that matter, but it gave us something to laugh about.

"Now, now, Rosalie. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you wanted to see Emmett." I grinned at her.

Rosalie rolled her eyes at me, "of course I want to see him. My god, he's sexy. I don't know any woman who wouldn't want to see him." I pretended to gag. "Oh, except you of course. You have your own forbidden lover boy."

The mention of Jasper made my heart ache a little. I was doing well at focusing on getting well enough to go back to Greenside, that I had managed to not think about Jasper so much..

I shrugged lightly and turned toward the window. Outside I couldn't see a lot, I could just make out a few stars, but I was closer to the city here, and it was nearly impossible to see anything decent with the smog.

"Hey Rosalie... what did you do to get in here?" I don't know why I was so curious all of a sudden. Perhaps I just didn't want to think about Jasper. Rosalie went quiet. I wasn't looking at her, but I knew she wasn't moving. It seemed like ages past, and she still didn't say anything. I sat where I was, watching the starless sky. Eventually she breathed heavily and started talking.

"I fell pregnant. I knew my mom would hate me, but I had to tell her. I didn't want to do it alone. I told her while we were driving." Rosalie stopped. I could hear the tears she was crying in her voice. I got up from my spot on my bed and walked over to her. Sitting next to her, I did something I didn't think I was capable of. I hugged her.

"When I told her, she didn't stop. She started yelling at me, hitting me from her seat. She wasn't watching what she was doing... she drove off the road." Rosalie wiped tears from her cheeks. "She died, and I lived. But my baby was killed too... after that I stopped doing anything. I hated myself. Because I had been so selfish, because I had wanted to keep it, because I had told her. Almost just to get a reaction. I killed them both. Two months after that, I got out of hospital, but I had nowhere to go. I had no family left.. I felt lost. So I tried to end it all. I have been here for 2 months this time. I have spent the past year and a half in here on and off. Things are starting to get a bit better now though... I might be out soon."

Rosalie looked hopeful, but at the same time looked terrified. I could understand how after being somewhere like this for so long, to go back out there, and to try and face the real world day after day would be the hardest battle of all.

The next morning, when I woke up to the call of breakfast (it was Friday; that meant bacon and eggs, what girl wouldn't be excited after a week of muesli?) Rosalie had already left the room. After a quick shower, I went out to the dining area. Rosalie was there, sitting by herself looking out the window. Everyone else was outside. As I walked up to her, I could see that she had been crying again. Gently, I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you want to come outside?" I asked.

Rosalie looked at me. She looked angry. I almost walked away before she got up and started walking toward the door without saying anything. I shrugged and followed her. She sat down on the patchy grass just past the brick patio.

"Just so you know, if you tell anyone what I told you last night, I'll kill you..." Rosalie looked at me with a glare.

"Rosalie, I would never..." I didn't know what to say. I thought that she had trusted me, and that we were becoming friends. "Why would I tell someone?"

Rosalie didn't say anything back for a while. She sat there picking at the grass. I lit up a cigarette and looked up at the morning sun. After a couple of minutes Rosalie looked at me again. "Just... please don't?" Her voice was desperate.

"Rosalie, I promise you. I would never tell anyone."

She nodded at me, and smiled a little bit. "I just... I needed to know Alice. Apart from the doctors and nurses here... no one else knows. Not even my friends. They knew I was in an accident, they knew that my mom had died. No one else knows that I was pregnant. No one else knows that I'm the reason my mom isn't here any more."

AN – Sorry it's so short. I figure an update that's short is better than none at all. It didn't seem right to add anything else to this chapter. Rosalie is going to be a fairly big character in this story. Perhaps something from Emmett wouldn't go astray? Let me know if you want to hear from Emmett at all or if I should stick to Alice and Jasper.