Once again, I have been shocked by the amount of reviews I have received. 38! I really do wish that I can update sooner as part of my thanks for the support but unfortunately, college and work combined had been exhausting me so that when I do have the free time, I just want to sleep. I drink 8 coffee's a day but apparently, I'm immune to the caffeine affect. I have also been very ill this week so I spent the whole time resting and watching criminal minds. Anyway, thanks for baring with me.

On a second note: Please don't hate Alice. She may be more mature than Jasper but she is still very young herself and is still rather unsure about what she is doing.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Alice's POV

I admit it; I felt terrible for what I was doing to Jasper but I thought that it was for the better. I guess it was wrong. He doesn't deserve this. I had taken dad's advice and tried to talk to Jazz this morning when he was in his play room building with his letter blocks but as soon as he saw me, he ran out of the room with a low growl as he ran passed. I guess he was just trying to make me realize exactly how I had made him feel when I was the one keeping away from him. I didn't plan on giving up though. I don't think I'll be his favorite person in the world again but I would at least want to be able to be in the same room as him again without feeling any tension or awkwardness.

That's why now, I was sitting by the closed door of Jasper's play room door only a few hours after I had last tried to interact with him. He was in there drawing a picture for dad for when he gets home from work. It turns out Jasper's latest obsession is doing his best to impress dad and take his attention away from the rest of us which seemed intentional. He didn't like it when dad's attention was on my brother's or I.

Rose got curious as to why I had been sitting by the door but I just told her that I was trying to get through to Jasper by putting our roles in reverse because by doing that, he was more likely to understand my behavior. It wasn't a lie, either; He had done the same thing when he wanted me to notice him, to let me know that he wanted my attention. Perhaps this will truly help him understand how sorry I was.

I occasionally knocked on the door to remind him that I was still there but he hasn't taken any notice yet. This led me to finally losing my patience with him as I talk to the door.

"Jazz, can I come in?" I asked gently.

From the other side of the door, I heard him humming to himself which may appear innocent but I knew that it was just a childish way of making it appear that he couldn't hear me. I just rolled my eyes at his behavior.

"I know you can hear me, Jazz" I stated.

His humming stopped but I couldn't hear him move around like I had hoped he would so there was no sign that he was going to move towards the door and let me in. I suppose it was wishful thinking that he actually would. He's so stubborn but if he wasn't going to open the door then I might as well invite myself in. With the thought in my head, I stood up and opened his playroom door.

"No! Go away! Rose! Rose, make her go!" Jasper screamed form the top of his lungs.

Mom and Rosalie suddenly appeared out of nowhere and as soon as Jazz laid eyes on his sister, he ran towards her and wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Jasper, what's going on? I thought you wanted Alice to acknowle….I mean, notice you" Rose questioned, avoiding words that Jasper wouldn't understand.

"Ali not like me so me not like her" He replied in a sulk.

Rosalie sighed and rolled her eyes at him. "Damn it, Jazz" she muttered to herself.

Mom and I just stood there helplessly as Rose guided Jasper back to his coloring pens and paper. Mom pulled me out of the room which is when I realized that she wanted to speak with me.

"Sweetheart, I know that you're trying to make things right with Jasper but at the moment, I really think it's best if you wait for him to come round himself" she advised.

"But mum, he won't…"

"He will. Your father has contacted a therapist that is specialized in understanding Jasper's behavior. The sooner he understands us, the better we will be at communicating with him. Now I don't know what is going on between the two of you but I believe that it'll be a better idea if the both of you wait until things become more clear. Jasper's a fast learner" mom finished.

Jasper's getting a therapist? I'd like to see his reaction when he is stuck in the same room as a stranger. I bit my lip as I thought about what both of my parents had to say about this. Dad wanted me to stop ignoring him and mom wants me to stop trying to give him the attention he first wanted. I guess the right thing to do was to just acknowledge him when he wants the attention. I wish he would make up his mind on what he actually wanted though.

I turned my gaze back inside Jasper's playroom as the door was still open. Rose was watching him as all his focus was on the drawing placed in front of him.

"Daddy's gonna be so proud when he sees how good your getting at this, Jazz" Rose praised.

I saw the way Jasper grinned at the thought of pleasing dad. I know it sounds stupid but I miss the way he drew pictures for me. There had been a few times when I had found an A4 sheet of paper on my desk full of scribbles in different colors and then at the bottom of the page would be my name. Now his drawings were all for dad and Rose.

I looked back at my mom before I sighed. "I miss him liking me" I admitted. And with that, I walked away from her.

Carlisle's POV

As soon as I came home from work, I heard Jasper call out 'Daddy' before running up to me and wrapping his arms around me tightly. Surprised, I stroke his back in return.

"Hey, son. What have you been up to today?" I asked him once he loosened his grip.

It was important for a parent to communicate with their child often to help them realize that they do matter but in cases like Jasper's, asking him about his day and further questioning was also a good way in helping him with his speech. He was improving fast but there were still quite a lot of issues with the words he uses and how he uses them. For instance, I notice that he uses the word 'me' a lot when the correct term would be 'I'.

"Me dwor you a pitcha" he replied all proud of himself.

As I said, 'me' instead of 'I'. Oh well, I was more focused on his area of pronunciation at the moment. Once that gets better, I will help him with his grammar.

"Really? Can I see it?" I asked with enthusiasm.

Another thing with being a parent was the way you say things using your tone of voice because youngsters tend to pick up on that. Hearing the emotions in my voice is what's helping Jasper understand me and right now, my emotions were telling him that I was interested in what he had drawn me this time.

Jasper had a big grin on his face and the next thing I knew, he ran off into his play room as fast as he could. My wife soon appeared to welcome me home.

"Were they all behaved today?" I asked her.

"Pretty much; apart from the fact that Jasper is now giving Alice the silent treatment. I hope this doesn't turn into an endless cycle" Esme commented.

I kind of noticed that yesterday but there wasn't much I could have done about it. At least Jasper hadn't given Esme any trouble today. Before I could reply back to her though, Jasper was back at my side, handing his drawing to me. It appeared to be a picture of four stick people standing together in front of a big house with what I'm guessing are trees nearby.

At the bottom of the page was written "to dAdy, fRom JAspA". I chuckled at the way he used the letters. Esme was currently teaching him the difference between higher and lower case letters but Jasper just goes with what letters are easiest to use.

"It's very good, Jasper. Who are these people?" I asked him.

I knew that it was supposed to be our family but the fact that he only drew four people struck me. Jasper lowered the drawing so he could see and then pointed to the people one by one.

"Me, Rose, Daddy and Emay" he stated proudly.

Jasper then furrowed his eyebrows, looking confused before looking at Esme. "Do I call you Emay? Daddy call you dat but Rose call you mom. Do I call you dat, too?" He questioned.

We were all quite thrown back by his question but at least it made sense as to why he hadn't called Esme his mom any sooner. It wasn't because he didn't accept it but because we were confusing him with what we were calling her.

Esme smiled and lowered herself a little to his level.

"It would make me happy if you call me mom" she told him.

Jasper nodded at her. "Me make you happy, den" he commented.
I was still stuck with why he had left out, Edward, Emmett and Alice in his drawing. I suppose it was something I could question the therapist when he gives Jasper his first session. When I was on the phone to him, he had told me to note down anything that I was curious about with Jasper's behavior so that he could help me with it. Although I wasn't very good at it myself, I knew that certain therapists could tell a story of the way a child viewed things just by the way a child drew a picture. It had something to do with the colors they used and what the picture included.

The therapist was due in a week's time and would be visiting twice a week to spend time alone with Jasper in a place where he feels safest; his play room. The therapists name was Peter and claims that he hasn't failed any of his clients yet. But despite his experience with human and animal behavior, Jasper's his first "Wild child". I've gotta give the guy credit though; many of the other children he has helped have had a mental age much lower than their physical age which is something I was more than certain Jasper had.

Jasper's eyes were looking straight into mine expectantly as if he was waiting for me to say something. It was something he does a lot and most of the time, I can't figure out what it is but given the fact that he had drawn me another picture, I knew exactly what it was.

"Let's go stick this somewhere in my study" I told him with a smile.

He grinned back and ran off ahead. With one last loving smile to Esme, I followed Jasper into my study which used to be rather dull but since Jasper's growing obsession to please me with his drawings, I will soon have an entire wall full of them.

Jasper pointed to a spot where he wanted me to place it and I did so, making sure that it was in line with all of the others. I took a step back to view all of the drawings and it was only then when I realized that the first few images had a bright yellow sun drawn in the corner but the more recent ones don't have one.

Again with the 'each picture tells a story' thing; I didn't know much but I was aware that a sudden disappearance of a sun in a children's drawing usually meant that they were unhappy. But then again, it could be nothing. If you forget about the sun, the rest of the drawings look rather happy. Perhaps it was just falling out with Alice.

As I looked away from the pictures, I noticed Jasper's curious eyes on me once again as he tilts his head.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, gently.

He looked back at his own drawings before looking back at me and nodded. This time though, there was no grin. His face held no emotion at all. Those drawing must hold a meaning.

My eyes flutter open to find myself in bed with Esme. I turned my body around to look at the time since it wasn't often that I woke up to find our room so dark. Well, lately, yes because I sometimes find Jasper waking me up or making some sort of noise somewhere else. Speaking of noise, I was sure I heard something. It was almost 4 in the morning so it was possible that it could have just been a nocturnal animal outside. We were in the middle of a forest after all.

I closed my eyes so that I could go back to sleep as I was still tired but they shot open once again when I heard the same noise once more. I tried to hold my breath so that I could hear the noise again but it was helpless because all I could hear was Esme's light breathing and even Emmett's snoring a few doors down.

It was when I heard a thud coming from down stairs when I finally got out of bed so that I could find the source of the sound. I walked down the stairs, causing the noise to get louder and louder. It was then when I realized that the noise sounded like a mixture of gasping and choking. With that thought, I suddenly sprinted down the last lot of stairs with my heart beating so fast.

My eyes were looking in so many directions until I caught sight of Jasper and when I did, I panicked. He was dragging his shaking body out of the bathroom, trying to whimper but as he did, it only resulted him into coughing up blood.

I rushed to his body as he collapsed completely to the floor. I wanted to wake up right now to tell me that this was only a nightmare but I never did. My own hands began to shake in panic as my eyes searched for a phone so that I could call an ambulance but once my eyes landed on a certain object, I struggled to take my eyes away from it.

An empty bottle of toilet bleach.

So this is the chapter that I have had planned from the beginning. I don't know exactly what happens when you swallow toilet bleach but I have googled what damage it can cause to your body and how much taken can cause death. Yes, it can kill you! So unless we all want poor lil' Jasper to die….REVIEW!