Rosalie's POV

Our first day back in Forks, and somebody was already in hospital. Typical. To be honest, I thought that if anyone would be going to end up in hospital, it would've been Jasper.

Always so cynical, a voice in my head echoed. I sighed, and rose from my position on the bed to check on my brother. The halls were dark, and spooky, due to the fact that this place had been left abandoned for so long. Pulling my night gown closer to my body, I crept down the hall, and silently entered my brothers' room.

His face, even in his slumber, was haggard and worn; almost as if he had been living for centuries rather than barely two decades. His tense expression made me wonder what atrocities he was dreaming of, and the things that ran through my mind made me shudder. Jasper had been having terrible nightmares ever since Alice wound up in hospital on our first day back in Forks, almost a week ago, causing him to be extremely tired, even if he had a good 12 hours sleep.

With a small sigh, I turned to exit the room, but a thick black book sitting on the otherwise empty dresser caught my attention. Instead of ignoring it, and walking back into my room, my curiosity got the better of me, and I crept over to the small white dresser, and silently opened the little black book. What I read made my breath catch in my throat and my eyes widen.

Welcome to the diary of a man that lost his mind so long ago.

The words jumped out at me, and I just knew this was not something I could just walk away from. This was Jasper's journal. It held every thought of his, every mood, every feeling. This book was his sanctuary, and I was violating it. But I needed to save him; to pull him out of the dark abyss, and into the light.

Glancing around the room, the red numbers on the digital clock in the corner indicated that it was 11:17 PM, and I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep anyway. Without a sound, I scooped the book from its position on the dresser, and slipped out of Jasper's room, closing the door softly behind me.

The daunting task of reading every thought – the good, the bad, and the absolute insufferable – made my stomach drop, and my hands become sweaty. I didn't want to invade the privacy he found in the small leather encased sheets of paper. I closed my bedroom door, and walked over to the small lamp on the side of my bed. I turned it on, and placed the sweat-covered journal on the nightstand. I searched through the chest of drawers, and pulled out my black framed reading glasses. With shaking hands, I slid them onto my face, and walked to turn off my bedroom light.

The sudden loss of such an enormous amount of light made my stomach clench in fear, as I glided over to my bed, and opened the journal, rereading the first sentence. With a steady breath, I turned the page, and began to delve into the broken mess that was my brothers' mind.

Welcome to the shell of a man with a heart so black and cold. The ugly words repeated themselves in a demonic whisper, causing me to lie in bed all night, my eyes wide open, fearing for my brother's sanity.

The whole time I was reading the journal my eyes had been overflowing with the tears of hurt, betrayal, and love. However, it was not the emotions I was feeling myself, but more the emotions my brother was feeling while he poured his heart out onto the pages.

I felt sick to my stomach, sick that I had not comprehended the extent of my brother's pain. I was not the most observant person in the world, but I should have paid a little more attention to my twin brother. He needed me, and I let him down. I wished to be able to go back in time and save him from the monsters the world was plagued with. But I knew that Jasper was not the little boy who relied on me, and I could no longer protect him from the evils that walked among us.

The little black book was back in the same position I had found it in. And that is where it would stay. I wished I had never read of the demons that clouded his thoughts, and the hallucinations that had mutilated his view on humanity. I just wished that he would get better.

'…I remember Maria's face twisting into a distorted sneer, dripping with malice and hatred. It was then I knew I had to say something. I had to tell my angel that she was the subject of my imagination, and I was no way involved with a creature as hideous as Maria. The only thing stopping me was the threatening voices that told me to keep my mouth shut. I don't know what to do. I'll never know what to do…"

A section of a small paragraph I had read weaved its way into my mind, making me sit up so fast, I had to hold my head in one hand, and steady myself with the other, to keep from stumbling, and falling on my ass. I remember a few days ago, Jasper walked into the waiting room while Emmett had gone in to see his little sister. His face was distraught and empty, and I couldn't place why. He muttered something about ignorance, and silently slipped out of the room, and I didn't understand what was happening. Then it hit me. Alice was ignoring him, thinking he was involved with the little Texan whore. Oh dear, will this girl ever learn?

As fast as lightning, I was out of my bed and into my bathroom within seconds. I showered and dressed in my usual jeans and singlet before I slipped on my ugg boots and threw my hair in a messy bun. Love is more important than appearance,the voice in the back of my mind whispered; as I turned the key, and sped off down towards the hospital, I had a feeling Alice was no doubt waiting for my arrival.

So, it's been a while, huh?

Sorry guys, but we got no excuse. I can understand if you've all abandoned the story, but it would be so lovely to get a review or two.

If you've actually taken the time to read this chapter, you should be thanking my amazing girlfriend, Tash, who pressured me into writing another chapter.

Rachel