Jasper's birthday pasted in the month of June. We gathered in the tiny room and I sang quietly to him. That was one of the last times I saw his blue eyes brighten and shine.

I was seven months pregnant then.

August came, and Caius was found smiling. He'd visit our room every day, something he never did. It seemed as he was counted down the days until I gave birth.

I grew scared.

On August seventh, Marie was born.

The pain was unbearable. I screamed for three hours straight. Caius stayed in his office, and as if he was standing right in front of me, I could feel his smile on my skin. Jasper,
who begged Caius for a book explaining how to deliever and read the three hundred page book in two days, delievered my sweet girl.

I couldn't even tell you the feeling I felt when I saw her. She let out a loud wail when Jasper took her from my body, he cleaned her and wrapped her in a brown wool blanket.

I would never have thought of myself as a mother. But when I held my dear daughter, I wept. I dearly wanted this with Edward, the boy that my heart called for, but Jasper gave me this. This beautiful little girl, that wasn't even going to be mine.

Caius never visited that day.

Marie's eyes were Jasper's blue, her hair was the dull brown I have. It was curls, just like Jasper.

As I held her, the world around us melted. I sat up in my bed with Marie in my arms for hours. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew Jasper was cleaning me up, cleaning up the blood that had gotten on the bed and the floor. I knew he left the room at one point, and returned. He watched us smile at each other.

I was broken out of my haze when Jasper picked up the guitar in the corner and started to strum.

I smiled at his bowed head. He loved the guitar, but he didn't play it all the time I was pregnant. To see him play was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my short life.

He usually covered songs that we knew from our years together, or songs we heard on the television in our time together in the tiny room. But today, on the birth of our little girl, he played a song he created himself.

"Those times in life we learn to try
With one intention of learning how
And when we'll die
But we can't listen I wish to God I'd know that I
I didn't stand a chance of
Looking back and knowing why
Or pain of circumstance
You're not alone
We'll brave this storm"

Jasper's voice rang true through the tiny room, and I looked down, away from him to our little girl. And I saw her smile her first and last smile.

Marie didn't make it past her second day of life. By the hour, she paled. Her breathing started to slow. By midnight, she closed her eyes. Noon the next day, her pulsed stopped.

I wept as I held my little girl, as Jasper held me. Caius then entered, and I started to scream. He removed her from my arms, and I started to kick and punch at the evil man. He silently left, but not before I saw him smirk.

pause.

The month of August pasted, and September came. Jasper came in one day, a smile on his face, but not in his eyes. He hated seeing me hurt.

In his hands was a box, wrapped in comics. Jasper sat next to me on the bed, giving me a one armed hug. Pulling me into a siting position, he started to talk.

"Bella, happy birthday."

I turned my head so my expressionless eyes glared into his.

"I know you hate birthdays, but I made you something. I know it's nothing, but somehow I got Caius to let me. Even if he had to kill the woman after, but hey. It's for you."

I raised my eyebrows, then grew exhausted. Noticing this, Jasper put the gift in my lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me to his chest, my back to his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and picked up the gift.

I always hated when people spent money on me. But I guess this birthday, even a life was spent on me.

"Jasper," my voice cracked, from lack of use and many tears. "I can't accept this."

"Isabella. It's your sixteenth birthday, open it."

I signed into his neck, my next words muffled by it. "But I got nothing for yours."

"You have bigger matters on your hands at that point of time."

I gasped at the mear metion of Marie. My heart ached for her smile, the smile that was etched into my mind, into my dreams.

Jasper started to rub my shoulders, trying to calm me. Tears leaked from my eyes.

"Just open it," he whispered.

Slowly, I unwrapped the comics. It was a rather small leather book. Sewed into the leather was "Bella's Journel" in a light blue, reminding me of Marie's eyes. I looked up at Jasper, but he just shook his head.

"There's more, open it."

And I did open it. On the front page, there was a hand written letter from Jasper.

Isabella,

Happy sixteenth birthday. It's my pleasure to be your best friend for all those sixteen years. And however many years come of our lives.

I know you're still grieving over Marie, but I just want you to know you have me. And I love you.

And one day we'll get out of here, I promise. I'll even hunt down Edward for you, if your heart wants it.

Jasper.

Over the pain of Marie, I forgot about Edward. I rubbed my finger over his name, and smiled. A real smile. My heart soared.

"The last thing," Jasper said, and reached behind his back for a non-wrapped item. It was photos.

"How did you get photos?"

"I asked Caius. I knew you'd want photos of a sure little girl."

Jasper chuckled as I toured open the package. Inside was about a dozen of photos of Marie, her sweet smile, and me staring lovingly at her. I burst into tears and hugged Jasper,
my exhausted from before all forgotten.

EMPOV. [ emmett ]

Rosalie dropped me off at work. I, saddly, got a job at the local Wallgreens. I walked in, and heard silence.

Weird, usually Rebecca is here, I thought to myself.

I walked around, looking for someone who should be working with me. I got to the photo developing room, and screamed like a little girl.

There on the floor was Rebecca, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, blood splattered all over the room. I ran to the nearest phone and called 911.

I ran my hand through my hair, tapping my foot impatiently. A lady started to talk, but I cut her off.

"Get someone here! I found a girl, dead. Wallgreens on Main Street."

"Someone will be there immediatly."

Hanging up the phone, I walked back to the room and Rebecca. Tears filled my eyes, but I pushed them to stay. Be a big boy, I thought. But when I got to the room, I say a white piece of photo paper by her foot. I picked it up, a flipped it over.

The first thing I noticed was that it was a mistake, printed on the wrong side.

I hoped I'd get lucky and it'd be some nude shot, but no. It was a girl with a little baby in her arms. That hair looks familiar, I thought. I brought the photo closer to my eyes to see it clearer and gasped.

"Fuck." And then I heard sirens.

End Author Notes : I'm so mean. [; I hope you all aren't saddened by Marie's death, we are going to get more into that more on into the story. I DID NOT WRITE THAT SONG THAT JASPER SANG! It is Carolyn by Black Veil Brides. Great to listen to while writing. Um, new chapter up soon, if you review. I really like this story. Oh, and more of Emmett's discovery next chapter. Will he keep it a secret, or will he tell his broken hearted siblings? I'm going on vacation, so if you want a chapter before that, REVIEW.

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