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Edward blinked widely in shock. "What? Alice… Are you not feeling well?"

I nodded rapidly. "I feel sick."

In a sense I wasn't lying. The idea of lovely, tortured Jasper, the perfect visual of an angel, killing or even harming someone else twisted my stomach. I had always thought of him as a victim of fate, not an angel of death. Why was I even thinking of him at all? I didn't know him. He wasn't real to me like Edward or Emmett was. He was just a picture conjured in my mind, a figment of my imagination.

Edward gripped my arms tightly. "Alice. I'm going to get Carlisle."

I nodded mutely and he was gone in an instant. Almost without conscious thought I drifted slowly after him. I heard their muted whispers seconds before I reached the door.

"…She was just standing there Carlisle. I don't think she saw me at first. She said she doesn't feel well but she looked healthy right up until that moment. I only left her alone for two to three minutes at the most… she was sobbing when I opened my door earlier."

"Are you suggesting Alice is suffering from a mental illness Edward?"

"Ye- no- I'm really not sure Carlisle." He stuttered over his words for a moment. "I just know something isn't right."

I slumped against the wall. I was crazy. That must be it. There was nothing logical about this situation. The last thing I wanted was to be branded a loony and locked up somewhere so I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. 'Everything is fine. I am fine.' I plastered a smile on my face and knocked gently at the door.

There was a startled pause. "…Yes?"

"It's me Carlisle. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment." I could hear the shuffling of a chair as Carlisle rose to his feet.

"Why of course you can talk to me Alice," He opened the door and beckoned me inside. "Come on in."

Edward slipped quietly out the door, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze as he passed. I could tell by the expression on his face that he wanted to stay but knew better than to do so. We both waited to hear his departing footsteps before speaking.

"Why don't you sit down Alice?" Carlisle motioned to a nearby chair before settling himself in his office chair, I pulled mine in front of his desk and sat down.

"Edward said you were feeling sick just a moment ago."

I just nodded, not knowing exactly what to say. How do you tell someone that a boy inside your mind may or may not have killed people and that the idea is making you sick to your stomach without sounding at least a little crazy? I figured it was better to remain silent and wait for him to form some sort of conclusion for me. I was still undecided as to whether I wanted these visions or not anyways.

"Edward's very worried about you Alice."

I bristled as the memory of the conversation they had just been having came to mind. "I'm sure he is."

He caught on to the implications in my tone. "He just wants to make sure you're alright Alice, he cares about you very much. He wasn't trying to insult you in any way."

"Well it sounded like an insult to me, I'm not sick in the head Carlisle... I don't want to be sick in the head." I was contradicting myself. Did I want help? Or did I want to defend what remained of my former self image?

Carlisle smiled comfortingly and shook his head. "You're not 'sick in the head' Alice and none of us think you're crazy either." He observed me seriously for a moment. "... I think that after all of the stress that you've been through... all the trauma of the accident and the shock of losing so much time that you might be suffering from some sort of post traumatic stress disorder... it's perfectly normal after the situation that you've been in."

A brief moment of relief. Something normal, something easy to deal with. After all I had been though no one would find it odd that I was having a little bit of a stress problem. That could explain away all of my oddities. Maybe if I could deal with this I could eliminate all of my strange episodes or at least be able to deal with them better. "Is there anything we can do to treat this?"

Carlisle nodded. "Yes though it might take some time. If you want I can find you someone to talk to, a trained therapist who could help you find ways to deal with the trauma you've been through. With their help we could get you on the pathway to recovery. I can talk to your parents about it first if that would make you feel more comfortable."

A therapist eh? I didn't know how much I could tell them but someone who was separated from the situation might be helpful. "Yeah... that might be a good idea." I looked down at my feet. "Could you not tell Emmett or the others though? I love them but I don't want them treating me any different because I have a 'condition' or something. It would be easier if they didn't know about it."

I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Carlisle leaning across the desk towards me. "I'm sure they won't judge you if you need a little help Alice but if it makes you feel better I won't say a word. I'll look for a specialist who works out of a private office so you don't have to keep coming to the hospital."

I smiled in relief. "Thanks Carlisle."

He smiled. "No problem Alice, you can feel comfortable to ask me for anything you need... Now you go on and relax and I'll talk to your parents. We should have an appointment set up for you within a week if I can pull some strings."

I hopped to my feet. I was doing something now, something constructive, to deal with my 'problem.' Just the feeling that I was making some progress, either to controlling or eliminating my glimpses of the future, made me feel like a load had been lifted from my shoulders.

I skipped back out into the hallway, immediately catching the scent of something delicious being brewed in the kitchen. Maybe Esme needed a helper or a taste-tester. I drifted towards the stairs, following my nose more than anything else, when a hand on my sleeve pulled me to a stop.

"Alice." Edward peeked through a small crack in his doorway, he had probably been waiting for me to walk by. Seeing the concern in his visible eye only reminded me of what he had said to Carlisle earlier. Helping me or not, I wasn't much in the mood for talking to him after his seemingly harmless accusations.

I tried to shake off his hand. "What?" Another futile attempt to release myself. "Edward could you please let go?"

He opened his door wider, leaning against the frame. "Could I talk to you Alice? Just for a minute?" His eyes tried to plead with me.

I turned my head away. "I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now Edward." I would've crossed my arms if they had both been free.

"Alice..." I peeked over at him. "...I just want to know you're okay."

Annoyingly enough I felt the faint stirrings of guilt deep within me. "Fineeee." I lowered my arms in defeat. "I'm yours for a minute."

He grinned and released his grasp on my arm. "After you." He gestured into his room.

I trudged past him and threw myself dramatically onto his bed, sighing theatrically. "What is it you want to know, O persuasive one?"

He flopped down next to me. I could hear the steady rise and fall of his chest while he thought of how exactly to word what he wanted to say. "I'm... worried about you Alice. You seem a little off... like maybe you're not always here, and I'm not sure where you are in those moments."

I cringed inwardly, glad that I was staring at the ceiling rather than his face. His observations had touched on some of my own fears. "To tell you the truth Edward, I don't even know where I am sometimes." That was honest, hopefully not too honest. I couldn't pretend everything was perfect with my closest friend. Edward was one of those people who could tell when something was bothering you, like he could almost hear your internal struggle.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me.

"I wouldn't know what to say..." His brow furrowed with a mixture of worry and confusion. I reached up and pressed my fingers against the creases, trying to smooth them out. "Don't worry about me Edward... or at least don't worry about me as much. Just let me try to deal with this on my own first. If there's anything you can do for me I'll let you know."

"Promise me you'll let me know if it gets to be too much for you."

I lowered my hand and pulled myself into a sitting position. "I promise." I didn't actually know if I would want to tell him if it got to be too much but it was better that he at least be reassured.

He didn't look like he believed me, but he relaxed anyways.

Just as we were starting to get comfortable, Edward's bedroom door flew open and Emmett and Rosalie came bounding in. "Sorry to interrupt, but Rosie and I have a great plan!"

Edward looked skeptical. "You do, do you?"

"Yes! We were talking and we thought of how Alice missed her birthday and all, so we didn't exactly get to party."

Rosalie cut in. "And we were thinking maybe you might want to spend a night on the town Alice since you haven't really been out anywhere since you got home from the hospital."

"Hmmmm, that might be nice." When you thought about it I hadn't been out in months. I was long overdue for a trip out of Forks.

Edward looked excited by the idea. "I think that's a great idea! It could get Alice back into a normal routine and we could celebrate her birthday at the same time."

All eyes turned to me. "So when do you want to go Alice?" From the look on Emmett's face I could tell he wanted to hear sometime soon. They probably had been stressing so much the past few months over me that they hadn't gotten out much either.

"Not tomorrow, tomorrow might be a little too soon. I have to get a good outfit together."

Emmett threw his hands skyward. "Girls! How about Tuesday? Or Wednesday?"

Hmmmm... which would be better. Tuesday or-

We were walking into a cosy little restaurant, chatting busily. We took our seats in a booth and I dangled my feet over the edge, looking around as if expecting something. Then I noticed the back of our waiter's head and its halo of blonde hair.

"Wednesday! We should go Wednesday!" They all gave me strange looks. "I... just think that it wouldn't be as busy in the middle of the week."

Emmett shrugged his shoulders. "Makes sense."

Was that Jasper that I saw in my vision? Was he in Port Angeles? Before I could dwell any longer on it, Esme called us down to dinner.

I guess time would tell.

A/N: Hello everyone! I know it's been a long time since I wrote anything, and I know people are probably expecting something for Destination Volterra rather than this story, but I found this chapter half finished and decided that I had enough ideas to get it done. Chapter title is by The Ting Tings so give it a listen if you want. Now that I'm on summer break I'll try to do a bit more writing if I can. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think!