N/A: Ok, so everyone, this POV will make sense the further you read! Enjoy!
Chapter 3: I don't want to live without you.
I groaned as I finally stood up. Eighty years I'd been there. I needed to leave that place.
I groaned again. Every step I took was agony, pure agony. I sighed as I walked forward. A few steps at a time, I thought. Just a few steps. There. Made it that far. Now just a few steps more…
I sighed as I fell again. I was too tired for this.
I knew I should probably take it more slowly, like when you're weaning a baby off of breast milk, but I had never been a patient person. I always needed to do everything at once. I was always in a rush. My mother used to say I learnt to walk and talk on the same day.
The truth was, after I had been stirred, I knew I had to get up. My arm moved, and that was it. The funny thing was the first thing I thought of when I got up was…Alice. Ah, Alice.
I still remember the way her hair moves when the wind catches it just so. Her eyes when she is seeing something good….and something terrible. Her smile. Her laugh. And her ability to love everything to the full. Her ability to love life to the full. She is beautiful.
My memory of her gave me the strength I needed to try walking again.
When the werewolf attacked me, and cut me up, he thought he had killed me. He even put me on a bonfire. But somehow, and I'm not even sure now, I survived. I survived, but I lay unconscious in a field for…eighty years, it must have been. Eighty years, that is, until one little girl, helped me. That simple motion, of poking my arm, that one motion, was all I needed to find the courage to put myself back together. Of course, it wasn't simple. I had to wait, and as I mentioned before, I'm not so good at waiting, but I did. I waited until they had both left, and then I began to search.
I knew I had to find my torso first, and my shoulder. I had only ever heard about this kind of thing in theory, so when I actually managed it, I was taken by surprise. Getting up, however, was an entirely different matter.
You know how when you're in bed, sick, for…a few days, and when you try to get up, you kind of collapse? Well, that happened to me. A lot.
I started by moving myself into a sitting position (and even that was hard, let me tell you!), but I finally managed it.
I began stumbling, almost blindly, towards the forest. I wasn't sure about much, but I knew I had to get back. I had to see Alice.
I walked through the forest, my head reeling. I knew I had to be careful- one wrong step to my left could send me tumbling off the edge of the mountain.
I suddenly broke through the woods, the light blinding me. I couldn't see for a minute or so, but when my vision finally cleared, I saw a small, beautiful vision. It couldn't be real. It had to be a vision.
It was my Alice. My Alice. The vision was just as beautiful as the real her. It was poised on the edge of the cliff, sadness etched on its face. The expression pained me. It was just so much like Alice! But it couldn't be, could it?
And then, the vision spoke. It was the smallest whisper, but I heard it.
"Jasper." It said, before tumbling forward.