"Hello Alice," he said with a nod. His voice was like a lullaby hit was so soothing to my ears.

I finally gained control of my voice and managed to spit out, "Hello." I gave him a weak smile trying not to show the pain I felt as the rest of the numbness went away. It must have leaked into my face because I saw Jasper's face go serious again.

My dad shuffled a little beside me. "Um, Jasper is new in town." I nodded at him. This made sense because I'm pretty sure I would have noticed them in any crowd. I defiantly would have noticed if he went to my school. Everyone at my school was pretty average looking. There wasn't anyone that really stood out.

"Yes, well it's a lot like back home," he said chuckling a little to himself like something was funny.

The question was eating away at me. "Where is back home?" I tried to bite me lip but the question was out before I could stop it. It was weird how his eyes seemed to shift to my face as soon as my mouth opened. Despite myself I couldn't look away from his eyes. They were so deep like they were consumed in so many different feelings. Feelings that were hidden away inside of him.

"A small town a couple hours away."He said looking down to hide the expression that flickered across his face. He spoke very cautiously like he was trying too hard not to mess up his story. His voice was calm but not at all monotone.

His voice was so familiar. I suddenly remembered that I'd heard a boy's voice before i blacked out. It couldn't have been jasper thought because he wouldn't have known my name. I was so sure I'd hear someone call my name but how would anyone have known I was in the car? I must have imagined it...it just seemed so real. I wonder how Jasper was the first one at the scene. Maybe he was driving by or something when he saw my truck. He must have stayed at the hospital with my dad. I was relieved when a tall blonde woman walked in and said that I needed to rest now. Happy to get to sleep I lied back and closed my heavy eye lids. I fell asleep instantly from the calming sensation of the medication.

When I woke the room was much colder than I remembered. I slid lower down in the thin white sheets. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep after my dream last night. I had seen myself lying covered in blood in the car when I heard someone call my name. I looked over to see Jasper standing there in the same clothing he had worn yesterday. I knew it was just a dream but it seemed so real. When I looked in the car window and saw myself lying there lifelessly. The look on Jasper's face was full of pain and worry. It was hard to look at myself just lying there. My shirt was stained with red smudges. I had woken after one last look at myself. I'd never had a dream that intense before. I felt like I had woken from a coma. My head was fuzzy and heavy.

I was surprised when i saw jasper appear in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head slowly trying not to move my neck too much. His familiar eyes met mine as he made his way to my side. I was a little surprised that he was still here making sure i was ok. He gave my a small smile as he slid into the chair gracefully. My heart pounded making my bruised face throb painfully which caused me to wink slightly. I looked over at jasper who was still watching me closely. His small smile was still tugging at his thick lips. I gave him a weak smile as i gazed at him.

"How are feeling?" he spoke finally. Now that he was here just fine. Though I didn't dare tell him the truth. His deep eyes seemed to search for something in mine. After a minute He looked down almost frustrating at what he hadn't found.

"Better.....just sore." I answered not revealing anything in my boring answer. Speaking was difficult when i was drowning in his deep eyes. Not to mention the cutting pain i felt when i spoke. I felt compelled to ask him about the accident. "How did you find me?" i asked vaguely. My voice cam e out no louder than a whisper. I realized after that he probably would know what I was asking. He looked serious as he opened his mouth to answer. he shut it tightly as the door swung opened. his gaze shifted to his lap like it had all the answers. I knew he wasn't going to answer with something simple or vague because i knew there was more. His face told me there was more.

"Morning Alice," called my father with a smile. He had the worst timeing! He looked less tired today with his brown air tucked under a baseball cap as usual. "The doctor said you were free to go today," his smile grew as he spoke. I didn't have anything against hospitals but I was getting tired of the four white walls that I have stared at for days. I felt a smile growing wide on my face.

"Really!" I said happily. I could see jasper smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. I wonder if he would talk to me after I left the hospital. I don't see why his parents would move him to Forks. I figured they probably like the scenery but Jasper probably wasn't too happy about the move. I on the other hand have lived here my entire life so I really didn't know any different. Most kids who moved here hated it because there wasn't much going on.

After a little help into the car I was on my way home. Jasper had said goodbye and then drove off in a hurry. His face had gone very serious again which made me wonder why. His mind was obviously somewhere else. I was happy to be anywhere that didn't smell like hospital. As soon as I got home I got in the shower hoping I could scrub off the sick smell.

The hot water felt amazing running down my cold skin. The bathroom was full of mist when I unwillingly stepped out onto the cold bathroom tiles. I rubbed of the foggy mirror and examined my bruises. My face was still in pretty bad shape but the swelling was definitely down. There were bruises running down my ribs and chest. There were a few scattered along my arms and leg as well. My lip was still swollen from the stitches that held the cut closed. The medication the doctor had given me made me so tired that I had to go back to bed. The sheets were soft unlike the once at the hospital. I curled up and was unconscious before I could take another breath.

I woke up gasping for air. I glanced around to make sure it was only a dream. I looked around to see my room exactly how I had left it. I was home I thought letting out a thick breath. I couldn't remember much other than my mother's face. It was full of sadness and wet with tears. She was holding me out to another man whose face was covered by a hood. She backed away as his hands wrapped around my thin frame. The man took me carefully into his arms which made my pleads come become louder. Tear stung my eyes at the memory.

I pulled the covers off with one of my shaking hands and slid out of bed. The floor was cold but I didn't care because right now I never wanted to go to sleep ever again. I opened one of my drawers and grabbed a pair of jeans and a thick blue sweater. My dad had told me to stay home today because I was still hurt. I knew the really reason was because he wasn't sure if he was ever going to let me leave the house again. He didn't want the past to repeat itself for me. I decided since I didn't have a car anymore I would just take a walk in the forest. The air was cold and wet as usual. The sky was a thick sheet of clouds.