OK, so i decided to post this one now, because the last chapter looked pretty unfinished. Probably because this is meant to be a direct continuation, just in a different POV, because otherwise it wouldn't make sense.

I think by now everyone knows that I don't own Twilight.

Jasper POV

After Edward had gone back upstairs I turned back to Bella. She had told me everything about Edward, and I wanted to talk to him, even though we had never spoken more than ten words in our lives. He probably didn't want to talk to me though, but that didn't really matter. I knew I would take a while to talk to him, but we had a while, it was only 4pm, and I had permission to stay here overnight anyway.

It took me about five minutes to convince Bella to let me go up to talk to him, because I wouldn't tell her why. She didn't need to know, it was all in the past now, and it didn't need to effect her in any way. I spent another five minutes convincing Carlisle to let me go up, and he warned me not to say anything that could aggravate him and cause him to harm himself anymore.

What I found when I got to his room was a very sad sight. His door was open, as he probably wasn't allowed it closed. The bandages the Carlisle had just put on him were lying abandoned on the floor, and Edward was hiding in the corner mostly hidden when you first glanced in the room. I was immediately concerned as he had a small container of pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other, it was pretty clear what he was planning on doing.

I panicked. I yelled his name, forcing him to automatically look around. When he saw me he guiltily and nervously hid the container somewhere, I couldn't see where, and sculled the glass of water.

"Did you take any?" I asked, trying to make my tone as gentle as possible so he would feel less need to lie to me. Even if he did lie, I was usually quite good at reading people's emotions, and could therefore usually tell if someone was lying to me. He shook his head, telling the truth.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked, knowing that no matter what his answer was I would still talk to him. He nervously nodded his head. I continued with my questioning. I wanted to make him feel as comfortable as possible, and see that I wasn't a threat.

"Do you want to sit on your bed, or somewhere else that you feel comfortable, or do you just want to stay where you are?"

He softly replied, "The bed."

I nodded, and gestured for him to go first and make himself comfortable. I made a quick detour to the door, shutting it firmly, explaining myself to him.

"They shouldn't mind if I'm in here with you, and I would prefer some privacy, and I'm sure you would too."

I took a deep breath. I could do this. It would be the first time I told anybody about this, but it was for a good cause. If I could get Edward to feel more comfortable around me, as if he could trust me and I can understand how he feels then it's worth it.

"Ok, so what has Bella told you about me?" I asked once we were both comfortable.

"Only that you're her boyfriend and are our age." He replied.

"Before I start, I want you to know that I will only tell you the truth. I don't want you to feel pressured to tell me anything, but anything you do tell me, I will never tell another soul, no matter what it is."

"Not even Bella?"

"Not even Bella." I confirmed. At his answering nod I continued.

"When I was twelve my mother died. It was purely an accident and everything though. Now I was always a mummy's boy, and I lived to make my mum happy. When she was happy, I was happy. When she died I was so... dismayed. I didn't want to live any more, but I never even thought of suicide. I guess I always knew I wouldn't have been able to do it."

I flipped my wrist over revealing the solitary scar marring it, and continued. I noticed Edward's eyes were drawn to the scar, and never left it.

"I have never told anyone this, so it's slightly hard for me to tell you, so you'll have to forgive me. One day I fell off my bike and cut my wrist, purely accidently. But it felt good. I kept picking at it, never allowing it to heal, and, I guess, making it deeper and deeper. The cut, which would have normally taken about a week to fully heal, took over two months. Now, whenever anyone, even Bella, asks about it I just tell them I got it from falling off my bike.

I never purposely cut myself again, I was too scared to. But I did harm myself in other ways. I would purposely bruise all up my arms and legs. I did it for almost a year, until one day I realised that my mum wouldn't have wanted me to hurt myself, and I have never done anything like that to myself since.

But I know how you feel. I don't know the reason why you cut, or anything like that, but I do know how you feel. If you ever want someone to talk to, I'll always be available, no matter what time, alright?" That was hard to tell someone, but now I felt surprisingly lighter, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I waited for Edward's response.

"I don't do it because of my parents."

"Thank you for telling me, for trusting me even that little bit. It doesn't make a difference that you do it for a different reason than what I did though; I still know how you feel." "I know. Thank you for telling me. I won't tell anyone, I promise." I knew he wouldn't tell anybody what I had told him, because he knew what it was like to have a secret you wanted nobody to know. Even though what I did was a long time ago, and it barely affected me at all today, it would still affect how people think about me and how they treated me.

"I know."

"Jasper, do you think that maybe, we could talk more often? Like this I mean?" The fear in his voice was heartbreaking. He was scared of my response.

"Of course. If you ever want to talk, you just need to call me, and if I can I'll be over as soon as possible, ok, and if I can't we can just talk on the phone for however long you want. I don't mind what time, if you need to talk you just call me. I don't care if it is 2 in the morning. As long as you are willing to talk, I'm willing to listen. And I've already said I won't tell anybody anything you say to me, and I mean it. I'm not like those psychiatrists who just tell you that and then report back anything of importance you tell them to your parents." I wanted to ask him for the bottle of pills I had seen him with earlier, but I didn't want to push him, and make him feel pressured or uncomfortable.

"Thank you." His voice was a sigh of relief, and he stood, turning his back to me, obviously ready for me to leave. I could see that interacting with me just the little bit he did, as well as telling me that one small bit of information that I so highly prized had really taken its toll on him.

"Just one more thing, Edward. Please don't do anything to extreme tonight? I want you to still be alive in the morning; you can still cut as much as you want, as long as you stay alive." That sounded a lot worse out loud than what it did in my head, I thought, wincing.

He nodded his head minutely, and I scribbled my mobile number on a piece of paper before leaving the room, half closing the door behind me to give him at least some privacy.