A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Read and enjoy!
Jasper POV
I walked in to the skyscraper, and pushed my keys in the lock. The door swung open and I quickly glided through them. I pressed the button for the elevator and scanned my eye so that it would immediately take me up.
It opened straight into the penthouse as I stepped in and assessed the situation.
Edward was sitting in a pile of feathers and sawdust and blue shredded fabric, which I assumed was our couch. He was gripping his hair by the roots extremely tightly. Esme, my mother, was sitting next to him with her arms out.
I used my nerves to calm the scene down before I even knew what was going on. Esme's grateful eyes looked up at me for a sec before they flickered back to Edward.
"Edward," I said as I cautiously moved forward until I could hear him saying something.
"Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella..." he kept on repeating over and over and over again.
Oh crap, I thought. I pushed more calming feelings out of my system as well as I could. Edward slowly let go of his hair, and started violently shivering. Esme held him in her strong arms and rocked back and forth as I swept and cleaned up the rest of the room.
Bella POV
I started packing up my things. Emmett, Matt and Todd were talking about cars. I slipped on my high heels and stepped out the door.
At the hospital
I pressed the button for the third floor, where my best friend was staying. The doors opened as I stepped out and walked to the end of the hall. I was juggling two cups of fresh apple cider and my messenger bag. I kicked open the door and entered the colourful room with glass windows surrounding it for two of the walls. Kenley was sleeping in the hospital bed like a little angel. I sat down the Starbucks cup on the plastic bedside table she had and dragged up a wooden stool.
Kenley was sleeping in a blue hospital gown, which complemented her fair-coloured skin. Her golden hair, which measured shoulder length, fell in soft ringlets on her bruised shoulders and giant scar, one of the many on her body. Her clear blue eyes, almost translucent, were obviously closed.
I sighed and tears sprang to my eyes. This beautiful girl, inside and out, didn't deserve to die. It made no reason, no sense at all. She was too young to die. I put on my heels and ran out of the room, tears trailing down my cheeks all the way.
Alice POV
I had just finished my second period when yet another vision entered my mind.
Bella, at the hospital. Sitting on a stool by a fairly young girl's room, with glass windowpanes surrounding them and the hospital bed. Bella's chocolate brown eyes filled up with tears as she slipped on her heels and ran out of the room, crying. She ran past lots of hospital rooms and pushed through a group of doctors in lab coats. She pushed open a heavy metal door and ran down the concrete stairs. She stumbled and tripped and fell forwards. That's when I got my real vision back.
"Bella," I gasped and without thinking, ran to my yellow Turbo.