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Previously: They went to board the plane, and I was pulled into a tight embrace, courtesy of Emmett. Seconds after the plane took off, tears broke free. Oh shit. The dizziness of earlier came back. Not another one. I braced myself as the darkness overtook me, and my mind was whisked away into a scene that almost killed me.

Alice's POV

Before me, the scene turned dark. I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant, just by the way the darkness overtook me.

Jasper was sitting in a dark room. He looked slimmer, and paler. His gorgeous blue eyes held nothing but hurt. Utterly heartbroken, his tears began to stream silently, as he grabbed at something from the ground beside him.
He outstretched his right arm, and pulled the sleeve of his hoodie back with the other. In the dim light, I saw a gleam. In his hand was a blade. Looking at a picture in a frame, his whispered words send a shooting pain straight to my heart,
"This is for you, Alice."

I was brought out of my haze, by the inhumane shrieks coming from somewhere nearby.

"Ssh, Alice. Its okay, ssh, honey. It's going to be alright," I heard Esme whisper.

Oh. The horrifying shrieking was me. Looks like I've got a lot of explaining to do.

Taking in a deep breath, I focused on those five words. What did he mean by them? I needed to call Rose. I sighed, and searched through my bag for my phone, and coming up empty. Irritated, I tipped my bag over, spilling its contents on the table.

Clunk. Well that was new. I looked at a small jewelry box, and wondered what it was. Attached, was an envelope, with Alice written neatly on the front.

Curiously, I opened the envelope to find a short letter from Jasper.

Alice,

I know it seems like a cowardly thing to do, but I couldn't think of any other way to tell you. I don't want to ruin our friendship, because I couldn't bear you not talking to me. I know I seem like a screw up, and some stuck up jerk who doesn't give a crap about anything but me, but there's only one thing that I care about more than myself. And no, it's not my motorbike. It's you.

You're my life Alice. The only thing that keeps my dead heart beating. My rainbow after the rain. Wow, that sounds corny, but it's true. You mean everything to me. The only one who put up with my emotional wreckage's was you, and I couldn't be more grateful.

You complete me Alice. I love you. If I don't get a call or a message from you by 2 a.m. I'll assume you don't want me. And if that happens, I just want you to know that I won't mind. You deserve the best Ali-bear.

Love always, Jazz.

I looked at the time, and it was FREAKIN' 2:15! How long was I out for?! I missed my chance. I m so stupid! So that was what my vision meant. I was too late, and now Jasper was going to cause self harm because of me. DAMN VISIONS! They ruin everything! I can t believe it!

"Alice? What's wrong? Please stop crying Alice." I didn't even look up to see who was talking to me. I didn't care. I just wanted Jasper.

No, I didn't just want him; I needed him like the air I breathe. I was turning into a hopeless romantic and I knew it. With shaking hands, I opened my phone and searched for his name. Hitting the call button, I put the phone to my ear and tried to control the sobs rocking their way through my body. I waited for Jasper to pick up, but it only came to a message saying his phone had been switched off. Damn!

I tried calling Rosalie. It probably wasn't the best idea waking her, but I needed to speak to Jasper.

"Hello?" she greeted me groggily.

"Hey, it s Alice. Can I please speak to Jasper?" I asked, my voice quivering.

"Hey, Ali-bear. Let me go see if he s still up." I heard her walk to a room not too far, and knock softly. She must have opened his door because there was a soft click. More soft footsteps were heard, and then another click. It must be his bathroom. I hoped it wasn't too late. Please don't be too late. Please don't be too late. Please don't be too late. I chanted. Rosalie shrieked on the other end of the phone. Oh, God. I'm too late! What good am I if I can t even save my best friend?

"Jasper! Jasper, can you hear me? Please, oh, God, there's so much blood. Alice, can you pass out from loss of blood?" she asked frantically.

"I'm not too sure. But I think you can pass out if too much pain is inflicted for the brain to handle? Why, what's happened Rose?" I asked, hoping it wasn't what I thought.

"He... he slit his wrists. All up his arms, and all over his chest. Oh God Alice, what do I do?" She sounded like she was crying.

Shit. My world came crashing down. I couldn't hold in the sobs that choked their way up.

Someone grabbed the phone. I hoped it was Carlisle. Please let Carlisle be the one to take the phone.

"Rosalie? What happened? What s going on?" Thank God; it was Carlisle who took the phone.

Rosalie must have been talking then, because he seemed silent. Then the strangest thing happened. He started talking, but no words came out. There was just a faint buzzing in the background, and my vision started to blur. Oh, dear. Not another one.

A/N: I know I said this chapter might sound emo and whatnot, but I found it rather boring, and a little stupid, but whatever. It's boring, but Jasper finally tells her how he feels. Too bad she may be too late. (Oh Dear!)

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