Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. They belong to the wonderfully creative Stephanie Meyer.
The blonde angel was looking in the mirror. His reflection gazed solemnly back at him, tears running silently down its expressionless face. Pale white lines faintly streaked across its arms, barely visible against the pallor of its skin.
"Jasper?"
The angel's head turned towards the sound of the woman's voice. "Yes?" Even in emotional trauma the angel's voice sounded as silky as velvet.
"Breakfast is ready!"
"I'll be right there." The angel turned back to his reflection and the two appraised each other for a moment. As quick as lightning his fist pounded into the wall beside the mirror causing it to rattle against the wall, distorting his image. He hurriedly wiped the remaining tears from his face and he and his reflection turned their backs on each other.
It was at this moment that my eyes opened. I looked around in shock and realized that I was sitting in my window seat overlooking our backyard. I must have drifted off while daydreaming or something. I never knew if I was sleeping or not anymore as I dreamed things so frequently now.
Were they even dreams? I couldn't imagine I was tired enough to have a dream about what mom was buying at the grocery store, or what dad had decided to teach for his lesson plan that day. Maybe I just zoned out a lot. I had been an avid daydreamer before the crash so there would be no reason for that to change now. The only thing that disturbed me was when my short blips of things actually came true. And so far, I had yet to find one that didn't. Mind you it had only been two days since I came home from the hospital but it was enough that I had been feeling extremely weirded out.
Stranger still were the daydreams that had to be dreams, the ones about the blonde angel I now knew was Jasper. Had my subconscious created such a tortured angel? I was positive that I had never seen him before in my life. I would remember a face like his. It was so beautiful it couldn't be human. He looked so distant in the flashes I had seen of him. So emotionally separated from the world around him. Purposely shutting himself out. I didn't know if he was real or just some creation of my abused brain but I felt an overpowering urge to help him in some way.
The door flew open, banging against the wall. I jumped and almost fell out the window as Emmett stomped into the room with a chuckle. "Hey little-"
The door flew open, banging against the wall. I jumped and almost fell out the window as Emmett stomped into the room with a chuckle. "Hey little sis."
It was moments like this that freaked me out. I shook my head, getting my bearings before answering him. "Hey Em. What'cha doing here?"
He plopped down on my bed and I got up from my seat to join him. "Just checking up on my favourite sister. I barely saw you at all yesterday. You were sleeping so much. It was really boring but dad said he'd beat me with Great Expectations if I woke you up."
I giggled. "I'm your only sister Emmett."
He grinned, well more like dimpled at me. "You can never be sure of that."
I shook my head; he really could be ridiculous sometimes. "Why don't you catch me up on some of the stuff I missed?"
He flopped back against the bed. "Alright. Let me see… welllll Rose and that skinny-ass punk she was dating have broken up. Supposedly it was really funny too. She told him it was over in the middle of dinner and he chased her sobbing into the parking lot. Ripped her dress clinging onto her. She said she almost stabbed him with one of her stilettos but didn't want to have to see him again in court."
I laughed. "Rose has always had a flair for the dramatic." The image of Rose being chased into a parking lot flashed into my mind and my laugh stopped short.
Emmett opened one eye to peak at me but continued on anyways. "Edward has been pounding away at his piano. For the past three months he's practically lived on that piano bench."
"Awww don't tease him Emmett. You know he writes music when he's stressed…. Or any other time of his life I suppose."
"I know but he needs to get out there! Meet some chicks, get a girlfriend, have a social life!" He eyed me critically for a moment. "Maybe he should date you. You two are pretty close."
"Ughhh Emmett! He's my best friend! It would be way too weird!" Edward and I had been best friends since we were born; I couldn't imagine thinking of him in that way. "Besides how could I be interested in anyone when there's Jas-"
Big oopsie. My mouth closed with an audible snap. Emmett eyed me curiously. "Jas?"
I waved my hands wildly in front of me. "It's nothing! Don't worry about it!"
He caught both my wrists in one of his huge hands and pinned them down. "Are you okay Alice? Something seems a bit… off about you today."
I sighed. Great. Not only did I think I was going crazy but it was becoming apparent to other people as well. Maybe this accident would doom me to life as a lonely cat lady or something. "I've just been feeling a bit dazed since I woke up Em. It's nothing to worry about."
He nodded. "As long as you're not creating any freaky imaginary lover boys or anything. You're like Edward; you need to meet someone too. Someone real." He sat up. "I was going over to the Cullen's today anyway to hang out with Rose so you might as well come along. You can chill with Edward and talk to Carlisle. He might be able to help you with that dazed feeling." He released my wrists. "I'm supposed to be there in a half hour so if you can be ready by then I'll bring you along."
I nodded as I watched him retreat from the room. I hadn't even thought I that was seriously interested in my angel Jasper until I had said it out loud. I had felt compelled to help him but I didn't know that I was compelled to want him as well. I suppose it made sense when I thought about it.
But Emmett had said that I needed someone real. Was Jasper real? He didn't seem like someone I could imagine but who knew the lasting effect head injuries had on you? Carlisle had said that the tests had come out completely clear, no more internal bleeding and no lasting damage. Doctors had been wrong before. Maybe there was some hidden damage making me see all these strange and frighteningly real images before they happened. If so why was I seeing Jasper? He wasn't anyone I knew like the rest of my flashes were related to. If I was seeing the future maybe his was tied to mine in some strange way.
If Carlisle could make the flashes of Jasper go away; would I let him?
A/N: Chapter title is from Metric. They're a really good band so if you have time you should check them out. Next chapter should be out as soon as I have some more time for writing. Hope you're enjoying the story!