A/N: FINALLY! I finally updated. Gosh, I worked on this all week. Seriously, I worked on it a little every day, then deleted like a chunk of it, rewrote it, and then deleted it again. This chapter took a week and a day (literally). Ugh. I was not in a writing mood this week, not that I don't love this story, or writing, I was just in an anti-writing mood.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Rules of the Challenge:
No character deaths.
No abuse.
No rape.
No whining (example: "my life is so horrible because I didn't get the Xbox I wanted for Christmas").
Has to be as in character as possible.
Cannon pairings.

"She saw Jasper and knew that he was looking for her before he knew it himself."
-Twilight, Stephenie Meyer

Girl Tries to Help

I've always wondered if hallucinations know they're hallucinations. Did they live their "lives" believing that they're real only to discover at the end they were a figment of someone's imagination? And when they did find out, did they go through a dramatic epiphany like Bruce Willis had at the end of Six Sense, or did they just disappear? I guess it depends on the hallucination and how much they're convinced that they're real.

I was pretty sure the purple elephant was convinced that he was real. He hadn't left my side since I imagined him last night. He stared at me when Alice and I went to bed, and he continued to stare at me when Alice and I woke up in the morning. I tried to ignore him, so I wouldn't scare Alice away. My theory of paying attention to one hallucination more than the other to make it disappear was being proven wrong.

"Will you go away?" I hissed at him while Alice was out of the room. I wasn't positive where she had gone; just that she was out of the room. I was anxious that she wouldn't return, but I hoped that the medication I took with breakfast would keep her here for a little bit longer. I still wasn't fully convinced that she was real. It was too good to be true.

The elephant turned his head to the side. His yellow eyes stared at me. "I don't want to go away." She said in a high voice that mimicked Alice's.

I went back to ignoring her. She was trying to get under my skin by mimicking Alice. But I wouldn't let it work. I pushed myself off of the couch and walked into the kitchen. Everything was spinning, so I grabbed onto the counter for support. I made my way towards the refrigerator. The crickets that were there last night had moved out, except for one which was smashed against the wall.

I wanted to wipe away the pink splat, but I wasn't sure how to get it off without touching it. And I did not want pink goo on my hands. I ended up deciding to ignore it and grabbing a beer instead. I was already drugged up; the beer couldn't do any more damage.

"Shit!" I screamed when I turned around and saw Alice sitting on the counter top across from me. I dropped the beer. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the apartment and my feet got wet. I looked down; the floor was covered in glass and beer. "Shit." I cussed again, not wanting to clean the mess that I had just made. If I was alone, I would've just left it, but I didn't want Alice to accidently cut herself.

"Where did you go?" I asked her as I squatted down to pick up the glass with my hand. I didn't have a broom, but most of the pieces were big enough that I could pick it up with my fingers.

"What do you mean?" Alice asked her voice filled with bewilderment. I looked up at her; she was frowning at me with her head to the side.

"You were gone." I tried to sound casual about it as I picked up more glass. I jumped back when a piece of glass crawled out of my hand and morphed into a pink cricket. My heart beat heavily in my chest.

"I was here the whole time, Jasper."

I looked up at her, trying to figure out if she was playing around with me. Her small legs were hanging off of the edge and moving forward and back. Her head was still turned the side. She wasn't smiling. She looked genuinely confused.

"I didn't leave, Jasper." She shook her head, her short legs stopped moving. "Really, I've been here the whole entire time."

I frowned. I believed her. I had no reason not to; I just couldn't imagine why I would imagine that she wasn't here. I pulled myself to my feet and walked to the trash can so I could drop the glass I had collected into it. I turned around and Alice was still on the counter top. She was still frowning with her small head turned the side.

I blinked. "Your clothes." I pointed at her, but then I dropped my finger because I remembered it was rude to point. "They're different from yesterday." She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and yellow tank top.

She looked down. Her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm wearing the same thing that I wore yesterday." She said, her small legs stretching out in front of her. She stared at her jeans before looking up at me.

I shook my head. "Sorry," I apologized. "I must be seeing things." I grabbed a towel from the drawer and threw it down onto the beer.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked.

I looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just, I'm just a little dizzy, that's all." I stepped on the towel, killing all the crickets. Their high pitch screams and cries of pain made my ears ring.

"Liberdade [freedom]!" One of them squeaked as it crawled out from under the towel. I stepped on it before it got too far.

"Do you need to lie down?" Alice asked.

I looked back up at her. She was staring at me with her chin resting on her upturn palm.

I shook my head as my hands ran through my greasy hair. "No, I'm fine." The crickets had stopped screaming. I think I got them all. I looked down at the towel one more time. It was covered in pink goo and drops of red. I looked back at Alice. She was frowning at me.

I walked to her.

She pulled her head back in shock. Her lips pursed until it was a straight line. She uncrossed her legs and lifted her chin away from her hand. She blinked.

I stretched out my hand, slowly, careful not to scare her away. The tips of my fingers grazed her cheek bone. I pulled them back, shocked by how cold she felt.

"Are you feeling okay, Jasper?" She asked, frowning again. "Are you sure you don't want to lie down?"

"No. I'm fine." I shook my head. I was having delusions. That would explain why I thought Alice had changed clothes or why she was gone for that short period of time. I was just delusional.

"You must be bored." I told her, picking up the towel on the floor. It smelt like beer.

I could see her shrug through my peripheral vision. "Not really, you keep me entertained."

I looked at her. She was smiling. I smiled back. She had such a beautiful smile. I walked to the trash can. I was about to throw it away, when I noticed there were more red spots covering the towel.

I looked at my hand. It was covered in blood. I was assuming, since crickets can't bleed red, that it was mine. I threw the towel into the trashcan so I could hold my wrist with my other hand. I didn't feel any pain, I wouldn't have even known I had cut it until I looked at my hand and saw the blood.

"Ouch." I finally hissed, the pain shooting through my arm. I'm sure it would have hurt more if I wasn't drugged.

I walked over to the sink and turned on the water. I didn't have any rubbing alcohol, I had beer, but I wasn't sure how much that would help cleaning the wound, it would help it not hurt as much, though. The water was cold as it cleared the blood.

Alice's small hands wrapped around mine, her fingers ran over my palm as she rubbed the blood that had dried away from it. The water, that was once clear, turned copper. I stared at her in amazement. Her face was hard as she focused her full attention on making sure that the wound was clean.

"Do you have any rubbing alcohol?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"Keep this under the water then." She let go of my hand and disappeared.

I looked at my hand. The blood was gone and the water was clear again. I could see the cut that the glass had made. Well, it wasn't really a cut, as much as a gash. Part of me felt a little dizzy, the other was fascinated by the fact that a small piece of glass could make that big of a hole in my hand.

"Here," Alice said as she wrapped a towel around it. For a split second, I wondered how she knew where the towels were. "I don't think its deep enough that we have to go to the emergency room, but I would keep this around it in case it starts bleeding again." She pushed my fingers so I was holding the towel against my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled at her.

"No problem." She smiled back. She turned off the faucet and walked me to the couch. Her small hand still wrapped tightly against mine. She was so soft.

The purple elephant was waiting for us across the coffee table. "I don't have any hands." She nodded towards her feet. "I would've helped if I could."

"Are you feeling light headed?" She asked, making sure to press the towel to my hand. There was no blood seeping through. I wondered if it stopped bleeding, but I didn't want Alice to stop holding my hand, so I didn't say anything.

"No." I shook my head.

She looked up past me at the door. Her eyes got wide and her face went blank. "Someone's about to knock on the door." She said.

I looked at the window. I had curtains cover it, I used to put cardboard over it, but the land lord got suspicious that I was growing weed, so he made me take them down. I couldn't see anyone through the curtains.

"Who's coming over?" I asked, looking back at Alice.

"I don't know." She said shaking her head. Her eyes didn't leave the door. "I've never seen him before."

Someone knocked on the door. I looked back at the curtain. An outline of two figures were standing outside of my window. I got to my feet, glancing over the room to see if I could find anything that might be illegal. There was nothing in plain sight. Hopefully, they didn't have a warrant.

"Who is it?" I asked, leaning against the wall next to the door. I was almost positive that they couldn't see my outline through the window.

"Jasper," a familiar voice called. "It's me. Edward. Open the door."

I reached for the door knob when I was reminded of something. "Who's with you, Edward?" I asked, suspiciously.

There was a moment's pause. The only thing that I could hear was the pounding in my ears. "Bella," he answered. Frustration was clear in his voice. "You know, my fiancé. The one that you said was a hallucination and then tried to tackle on her eighteenth birthday because she was trying to kill you with a cake cutter."

I thought about it for a minute. Bella. Bella. The name was familiar, but I couldn't put a face to it. I run into so many different hallucinations that it was hard to remember which one was which. I turned around to look at Alice. She was still sitting on the couch, her small legs curled underneath her. I wasn't going to forget Alice though, I wouldn't let myself.

"What does she look like?" I asked Edward.

"Brown hair, brown eyes, pale. Just open the door, Jasper. It's cold."

I looked back at Alice. "Should I open the door?" I mouthed.

She nodded. "I don't know why you wouldn't want to?" She smiled at me.

I looked at the purple elephant next. "I like company." She said.

"Why do I care about what you think?" I asked myself as I shook my head.

I opened the door. Edward squeezed through the crack first, followed by Bella. I slammed it shut and locked it before anyone else could get in. I frowned at Bella. She looked familiar, but I couldn't remember from where.

"Hi Jasper." She smiled at me.

"Bella." I nodded at her.

She took a step closer to Edward. He wrapped his hands around hers. I rolled my eyes. Now I knew where I saw her. She was Edward's girlfriend, or I guess fiancé now. He was obsessed with her. I didn't care for her too much; her dad arrested me for public intoxication the day before graduation.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked, not stepping away from the door. I didn't want them to get the impression that I wanted them to stay here as long they would like.

"I told you I was coming over." Edward said, releasing Bella's hand and wrapping his arm around her waist. "Last week, when I told you that Bella and I were getting married."

"Congratulations," I said half heartedly. I did like Edward and I was happy that he was found his soul mate, or whatever he called her now, but today was not a good day to be coming over. "When's the wedding?"

"August 24," Edward answered.

"Oh my gosh, Jasper!" Bella screamed as she stepped towards me. I stepped back, but there was a wall behind me, so I couldn't go anywhere. She stopped in mid-step and pointed at my hand. "You're hand!"

I looked down. My hand covered in blood. I hadn't seen so much blood before in my life. I furrowed my eyebrows. I just had a towel on it. I looked at the couch to see if Alice knew where it was, but she wasn't there. I glanced around the room, paying special attention to the floor. There were red dots on the carpet, but no towel.

"I'll get something to wrap around it." Bella said before she ran off.

Edward grabbed my hand. "I think you might need stitches." He wanted to go to medical school and his dad was a doctor, so I guess that means he knows everything.

I pulled my hand away from him. "I'm fine." I told him. I looked around the room for Alice, scared that she had ran off without telling me. She was standing next to the elephant against the wall. Her arms crossed over her chest. I smiled at her, grateful that she was still here. She smiled back.

Edward looked at who I was staring at and then back at me. He didn't look impressed. I couldn't understand why. The most gorgeous woman was standing in my apartment. I would have been impressed if I saw her in Edward's apartment.

"I'll be okay." I told her. "His dad is a doctor."

Edward looked up at me, shocked. "You remembered my dad is a doctor." He pretended to be impressed, but I knew him well enough to tell that he was disappointed with me.

I nodded, only half caring that he was angry at me for something. My main concern was Alice. She was wiping her cheeks.

"Here," Bella grabbed my hand, "try this." She put a wet towel, the same one that Alice had used, over my hand and pressed down. This time the blood seeped through quickly.

"We need to get him to the hospital, Bella." Edward told her as he dropped my hand and opened the door.

I looked at Alice. She was bawling. Her small hands were wrapped around her mouth and nose as tears fell down her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"I'll start the car." Bella said walking out of the apartment with Edward's keys. I wrapped my fingers around the towel. I didn't want it to fall off this time.

"I'll be right back." I promised Alice as Edward pushed me out of the door.

"I'll be waiting for you." Alice said through her hands, nodding.

"Don't go anywhere!" I was on the verge of tears myself. "Please, please don't go anywhere."

Edward pushed me out of the door and closed it before I could hear her reply. I was standing onto the cement patio that led to the staircase and other apartments. The purple elephant that was in my apartment was staring at me. Her eyes were wide and I think, it was hard to tell, that she was crying.F

"I'll be back." I promised her, feeling guilty for being mean to her earlier. "I promise."

End Chapter.

A/N: I can't believe I actually like this chapter. I like it a lot. I know why, but at the same time, it's kind of like, man. It took me forever to finish this. It's an extremely important chapter and it either makes or breaks the story and I think I intimidated myself because of it. Anyways, I love this chapter. I hope that you enjoy it, too.

Favorite Line: "I don't have any hands." She nodded towards her feet. "I would've helped if I could." – I love it. When I was proof reading this that was the line that stuck with me the most.

Any favorite lines? If you have one, leave it in a review.

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