I woke up in small, white room inside of Forks Hospital. My mom, Elle, was sitting at the foot of the bed talking to a young, handsome doctor. He was blonde, a few shades lighter than Jasper's, but not quite platinum. He also shared Jasper's eyes, the same shade of liquid topaz, only Jasper's seemed more morose than the doctor's.
Elle noticed that I had woken up. "Alice?" she asked, worriedly. "You've been asleep for a hour and forty five minutes."
"Yeah?" I answered. Wow. It took a lot of effort on account of I was exhausted.
"Are you okay?" Elle asked, feeling my head for a temperature. Yup, as if I had a fever. My skin was always slightly colder than normal skin.
"Well, Alice," began the doctor. "You seem to have a little concussion, which is fine, considering you took quite a spill. Don't worry. You'll be back to normal in no time."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Cullen," thanked Elle as Dr. Cullen checked to see if my eyes were fine with a small flashlight.
So this was the dashing Carlisle Cullen that I had heard about.
"Oh, it's no problem," said Dr. Cullen, who then turned to face me again. "So what exactly happened?" He asked, holding his pen perfectly poised above the paper that sat on his clipboard.
"Well," I began, fishing the memory out of my mind. "I was putting my stuff in the trunk of my car. It was really ice, considering it had snowed all day and the night before. I started, holding on to the car, to open the door and get inside. As I was sliding my way over to the door, Tyler's van started skidding across the ice, and it was headed right toward me. Then, before I knew it, Jasper was there. He pulled me out from under myself, and stopped the van that would have otherwise killed me, with his hands!"
"You must have hit your head harder than I thought," Carlisle noted, jotting something down on his patient analysis chart.
"Jasper?" my mom said, contemplating the name. "Is he your boy?"
"Yes," responded Carlisle.
I looked at the clock. It was almost five thirty. "I should be getting home."
"Here, I'll drive you," offered Elle.
I hit my head, I didn't suffer from memory loss.
"No, Mom, it's okay. Go ahead. I'll see you home in half an hour," I shooed, figuring that if I was going to worm an explanation as to what had happened out of Jasper, then now would be the time to do it.
I stood up. I was still in my jeans and t-shirt, the same getup that I was in when I was almost crushed. I made my way out of the room. I was a little wobbly on my feet, but other then that, I was fine.
Jasper stood on the corner. I looked at him, and he looked at me. "Hi," he greeted.
"What was that?" I asked, deciding that I wouldn't beat around the bush.
"I said hello to you.."
"No, I'm talking about at school. What happened? You were on the other side of the lot, and then you came out from now where and saved me!"
"Alice, I was standing right next to you. I can't help it if you are extremely unobservant."
"NO! I know what I saw. You were standing with the rest of your family! You at least owe me an explanation!"
"I don't owe you anything! I saved your life."
"I won't leave until you give me an explanation."
"Well, then I hope you enjoy disappointment," he said as he walked away.
I frowned, and decided that I would take matters into my own hands. If he wanted to play it out like this, then I would follow his rules.
At home, Elle was cooking spaghetti. I walked into the kitchen and inhaled the scent of pasta. That was the thing that Elle that made my move here a little bit easier. Elle could cook, my father, Tom, couldn't cook anything. I did most of the cooking. He has Chelsea now, I guess.
I grabbed a large fork and spooned spaghetti onto two plates, then set them down onto the table.
"So, what exactly happened?" Elle asked as she twirled spaghetti on her fork.
"I already told you," I said, swallowing a bite. "I don't exactly know."
"Oh, okay. You should probably put your heater on. It's supposed to go down to 30 degrees tonight," she warned.
We finished dinner in silence. It was always awkward when my mom and I were around each other. It wasn't that we didn't like each other, it's just that we didn't know what to say. I only saw her for a few weeks every year. The rest of the time, I was with Tom.
When dinner was all cleaned up, I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. It was cold, just as Elle had said, so I plugged my portable heater into the wall and turned it on.
I booted up my MacBook and checked my email. I had a few from Tom, a few from my friends, and some newsletter from a website that I didn't even know existed. Then, with a wave of exhaustion, I fell asleep.
It was that night that I started to dream of Jasper Hale. His wild, honey blonde hair...his tall figure...his beautiful face...his soft, gentle voice...his liquid topaz eyes.
He stood in the corner of my bedroom, staring at me with utmost interest. I was asleep, but not. I sat bolt upright in bed and saw his figure. I turned the lamp on, so that I could see him better, but when the light turned on, he was gone.
My happy dream had just turned into a nightmare.
I fell back asleep, thinking that the dream would return. It didn't. I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about him, but the dream still didn't come back.
I waited in agony, relentlessly dreading the day to follow...
I hope that you liked it. Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been really busy and just returned from a severe case of writers block. Happy Holidays everybody!
Always, Animanga128