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-thesantisuicide
BPOV
I went to bed early that night, but it still didn't stop me from accidentally sleeping in.
"8:56! Shit," I muttered and flew out of bed. I ran into my closet, thankful that I had taken a shower the night before, and grabbed the first outfit I could find.
After changing into my skinny jeans and navy-blue band tee, I grabbed a jacket and quickly checked the mirror to see how horrible my hair was. Happy that for once it stayed tame, I hurried to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs. I hope he's not ready yet, I hope he's not ready yet…I kept chanting in my head. I put this on myself really. I hadn't even wanted him to come in the first place…
On the very last step, luck and probably a little karma caught up with me, and I started to tumble over. I braced myself for the impact of hard wooden floor, then all of a sudden there were arms wrapped around me, and oddly enough my entire being felt at home in these strange arms. When I looked up it seemed as if time stopped in that one small second. Dark blue…his eyes…they held me there…at that moment in time he was the still point of my turning world…Jasper…
As the blood rushed to my face, his touch once again sent an electric shock through my body… How he got there didn't matter. The fact that I was just seconds away from getting a serious concussion didn't matter. The fact that I was late and he was ready and waiting for me didn't matter…because I was so close…
All too soon, it was over. He released me as quickly as he grabbed me, setting me upright. I tried not to let my disappointment show…but I found that—for some reason—when he let go of me, it physically hurt.
"Thanks," I said quietly when he looked back at me, still embarrassed and trying to get over the feeling that had overcome me when we made contact.
With a small nod of his head, we both walked out the door leaving behind no traces of what had just happened.
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After about 20 minutes of absolute awkward silence, I really couldn't take it anymore.
I looked at him so he could see my mouth "So, do you like it here?" I said trying desperately to be polite but failing miserably, so in turn I willed my eyes back to the street.
When I didn't get a reply, I let myself look away from the road for a moment to see him looking back at me with a blank stare and a face void of emotion.
"You do speak English…right," I asked, getting somewhat frustrated. Why was he ignoring me? What was it exactly that made me so…repulsive to him? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. He had no reason…and I really shouldn't care…Then why did I?
This time when I looked at him, he had a puzzled expression, but for a second, I could swear I saw humor in his probing eyes…yes, hilarious, I thought sarcastically.
"This is going to be a long ride," I sighed and turned on the radio trying to take my mind off him.
Third POV
Bella stopped in the small parking space by the bookstore and turned off the roaring monstrosity she called her 'dream car'.
Getting out of and following behind Bella, Jasper spotted a music store just across the street.
"Hey Jasper, do you want to go over there? I'll just meet you when I'm done…" Bella suggested in a light tone. Jasper, who didn't even notice her looking at the store, nodded and made his way over.
So…weird. Bella thought, as she made her way into the tiny store. She was immediately hit with the smell of new books and the feeling of a thousand stories drifting around her in a never ending pace of themes and theories.
This was her safe place; filled with words and peace. This is the only place she felt accepted, a place where she didn't feel completely alone. For years now, Bella has been hiding herself in those books. Any book she could find. It was her escape, words were her shield, it felt like the only thing she really had… because the books, the words, the knowledge, those things can't leave you…but the people you love can, and do. She learned that after her father left. After she was kept prisoner in this lonely, rainy town. After she got completely outcast by practically everyone in her school like a pariah, and the ones who did pay attention to her…those were the ones who only did it to make her even more miserable.
Bella ran her fingers over the binding of the books absentmindedly. After a while she found that her thoughts had taken a turn and she was suddenly thinking of Jasper... His smile, which she only caught glimpses of every once, his strange mood swings that ranged from amused to completely distant, his eyes that said everything and nothing, his gorgeously disheveled hair that tended to get in his face, his lips that looked so…well, maybe that was just a bit too much, she thought, starting to blush. I mean, he was like family now. Even though he'd never acknowledged her, that's what he was. He was her foster brother. Thinking these things were…wrong. Besides, she thought, it's not like he's shown anything towards me anyway…
So caught up in her own unique mind, Bella didn't hear the boy behind her; didn't hear his quiet, sneer of a laugh until he pushed her up against the hard bookshelf.
"Hey Bells, you miss me," Mike laughed and ran his hand through her hair roughly like a child petting a cat.
Bella swallowed hard and started to panic. This wasn't the fist time Mike had tried something, but there was always witnesses those times, they were usually at school those times, but now she was completely alone. As soon as she had this thought she immediately regretted it. Alone she had never felt so trapped and secluded in her life. The walls seemed to be closing in as the once peaceful place viciously turned ominous. The air in her lungs turning stale as she stood frozen, like a frail animal who knows they wont find escape of their impending doom.
Trying to act brave, Bella ignored the rough claws that were pinning her down and looked him dead in his eyes.
"How nice to see you…I didn't know you could read. I think what you're looking for is over there though," she said, tilting her head in the direction of the children's section.
Bella's nervous laugh caught in her throat, this was the first time she actually really feared him. All the other times, the pushing, the groping, the rough scratching of her skin…that seemed like a walk in the park.
...And this was only the beginning of it...
Bella looked down and caught the shine of a loose razor in mikes hand, when she looked back up she met the eyes of a dangerous and sinister boy who now had the power to end her life. Normally Bella would welcome death and see it as means of an escape from her monotonous and miserable existence, but this time she felt scared for her life. For some reason unknown to her she wanted to breathe today.
"I really wouldn't talk if I were you," Mike threatened, roughly reopening the scratch wounds on her wrist from the last time as he pinned her arms to her sides, he forced her harder against the bookshelf her head banging against the edge with a loud thud, she smelled the rust and salt and immediately recognized it as her flesh opening and seeping the crimson life source.
She winced and swallowed the lump in her throat as closed her eyes trying delay the inevitable flow of tears and vomit.
"You know you want this Bella," Mike breathed, pushing her even harder against the books; its corner dinging farther into Bella's skull, and his razor farther into her bleeding wrist.
Bella whimpered and tried to break free of his vice grip.
"Make one more noise, and you'll regret it," Mike hissed fiercely in her neck.
Please help me was Bella's last thought as Mike's bloody hand slid under her shirt…
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Something's wrong, Jasper felt it. He could feel the ominous tenor hanging in the air threatening to swallow him whole. He always had a way of sensing when something was wrong, but he hadn't felt it this profound in a really long time.
Ignoring the perplexed look the guy at the register gave him, Jasper turned, walking swiftly from the store looking around as his pace increased to a full on jog while making his way to the book store just across the street, avoiding the few curious eyes that followed him.
Not wanting to cause a scene, he slowed his pace as he opened the door and walked in.
After giving the clerk a polite nod and waiting until he was out of her eyesight, Jasper ran through the crowded maze of books searching for something he couldn't quite put his finger on but his conscious was egging him on, farther and farther into the deeper part of the books and then he stopped…
It was hard to make out what he was seeing at first. Too much for him to take in: Bella being trapped by some guy who was rubbing his hands all over her, tears falling down her face, and something smeared down her neck…blood?
Without hesitation, Jasper grabbed the predator by his shoulder, turning him around, and punching him in the face as hard as he could. When the guy was on the found writhing in agony he reached for Bella but she shrank away from his touch, but instead of backing away like a good little solider jasper took her hand and pulled her behind him hurriedly making his way back outside the book store.
Jasper looked over at Bella's slumped over from taking in her bleeding wrist, blood smeared neck, frightful eyes and pale skin, and she looked as if she would collapse at any minute.
Jasper sighed heavily as ran his hand through his hair; he walked over to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. Bella pulled her sleeves over the wounds on her wrist and continued to eye him curiously, he nodded towards the door and Bella hobbled to his side.
BPOV
When I got to his side I made the mistake of looking into his eyes, they lured me in like lighthouses in the darkest of nights. Those deep blue eyes communicated so much and yet they gave nothing away, when he looked back at me I could see fear and worry clearly written there. I realized that I was staring shamelessly so I looked away in attempt to distract myself before I reached out and held on to him for dear life. I got into the truck carefully and winced as jasper slammed the door closed behind me.
When he got in I gazed warily at him as he brought my truck to life and pushed the engine closer and closer to home. Only one thought was flying through my head …
…how did he find me?
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Breathe today
You can only move as fast as
Who's in front of you,
And if you assume,
Just like them,
What good will it do,
So find out for yourself
So your ignorance,
Will stop bleeding through.
You can breathe today.
So many lies swarming around you,
You're suffocating,
The empty shape in you,
Steals your breath,
You're suffocating.
Logic forces me to believe in this,
And I have learned to see,
And I can only say what I've seen and heard,
And only you can choose,
And every choice you make will effect you,
Suit your own self.
You can breathe today.
-Flyleaf