A/N: HAPPY MEMORIAL'S DAY! A day in which kids have no school and they can wake up as late as they want (in most cases)! so here is the next chapter. I highly recommend you guys listen to Dreams of Spain by Charo while you read the italicized parts. It fits the mood. I apologize for the wait, I'm learning how to play the guitar and my "band" has a "gig" this week. I've been practicing my ass off. This stuff hasn't been proof read so try to be understanding of any mistakes. Enjoy.

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Axena

"Time Will Tell"

-X ray Dog, Time Will Tell

Alice Part 1

I don't remember. I don't want to remember. If I remember they will hurt me. The padded walls around me are all that's left, all I need. I chant this as I convince myself that I have to stop seeing his face. I must will it so; if I don't get better then I can't get out. They'll keep me here forever. The thought clouds my mind and I feel my breath hitch. Panic sets in. No, they can't keep me here forever. No! I won't allow it! He needs me! The tears descend and I curl up. My hands shake and soon my body is racked with sobs that make my throat sore.

A buzzer goes off. A door opens. I scramble to a corner.

My breathing is sharper and faster at this point, it always is. I push against the material tying my arms around my torso. I want to escape, the tears come again.

"Now, now Alice, we wont hurt you" One of them croons at me, trying to calm me down. I am beyond that point. They approach and I see them turn into what they really are. Their eyes glow red and I scream. A sudden cry comes inside me. Someone tells me to fight back.

Fight back dammit! That feline voice tells me to and I obey. I thrash against their arms. The men seem to barely put any effort into holding me down. Am I that weak? Listening to voices is all I do anymore. They guide me, the occasional picture sometimes occurs, the visions are clearer than the voices.

Fight back dammit! Her voice again, she doesn't want me to give up, wants me to fight. I can't, I'm so sorry. I whimper as they carry me down the white sterile hallway. Their arms barely lifting me. I try to calm down, push down the anxiety I know will only make things worse. They enjoy it more when you put up a fight. Their clean and white uniforms make me sick. I spit at one of them. He glares and I recoil. His eyes are red again. His arm moves back and I know I will now be slapped. I wait for the impact that never comes.

"Must you be so harsh?" I open my eyes as the two men exchange words that sound like nursing songs. Hush Shh Hush Swish SwashHush Shh their lips barely move.

"It's all in the fight my friend; this one will be my mine soon" I start to tremble. I've heard those words before, when I'd first arrived. Another man was crooning to girl older than me that they would soon have to meet. She owed him. The girl only nodded and tried to stay still as his hands moved throughout her body. I'd been peaking through the door. I never saw the girl after that. That was two years ago. I'm seventeen now. All I hear are voices, and see pictures of things that will soon happen. I always see his face.

"Are you ready Mary?" My eyes snap back to the man in large white coat. His olive skin is familiar and I soon place him within my memories.

"Ah, I see you remember me" His smile is supposed to be comforting. I can't stomach it. I start to tremble and push back. I want to get out, let me out, please. My lips tremble.

"Bring her in" The doctor keeps a safe distance from the two men.

"No" I speak up. My voice trembles, and it is pathetic.

"Now Alice, you know this is for your own good" His voice is patronizing. I don't care.

"No…no" I whimper

"Nnn-no. No! noo No!" My voice rises to a scream. I kick again. The voice comes back. Fight back dammit!

"Hold her down" his voice is strained. He, unlike the other two men has to put some effort into holding me down. Their hands hold down my legs, arms and head. The pain descends throughout my body and I bite my tongue. I can't seem to stop shaking. I scream one last time.

***

I wake up without the arm restraints and turn to see a tray of food placed near the entrance. I can't make myself move fast enough. My stomach roars its demands. The food is gone in mere minutes. They put you into isolation once you've gone through the machines, once you've been unconscious for a while.

I stare at the wall in front of me and suddenly the wall isn't there anymore. It's replaced by a forest. Someone is running. They are fast; the trees are bare blurs of green. I hear his breathing, it's quick and harsh. Is he tired? He turns. I see a building. Someone's screaming. I try to see who it is but can't. I only see what he sees. No more. A body is thrashing and a scream pierces the sky. He turns around and his speed doubles. He makes sounds. It is a second before I realize they are sobs. Is he running away?

A scream again.

I have it placed. It's a female and she is pain. He halts. Although I can not understand what she said, it appears he has. He is still and tense. He hears the girl whimper again, this time it's distant and isolated. I see that he is quite far away from her but can still understand what she says. I strain to hear and make out a faint please. Is the girl begging him? She screams again and this time it's clear.

Jasper

He doubles over and for a moment I am elated. I know his name now. Jasper….
He clutches his hair, I hear him growl. His body turns around and he starts to run in her direction. He is pain. He sees the girl's body; there are tiny fragments of glass sticking to her legs and arms. Her chest is moving rapidly. There is blood everywhere. It surrounds her. He looks at her face. His lips move. He picks her up. She screams.

The murmur of his lips become words.

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry

He tries to cradle her body. Without pushing the glass. She cries out.

His chant changes.

Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice Alice

Alice, the wall changes to its original faded white and I feel my lips curve into a frown. Who is Alice? I try to remember anything that might connect me to her and come up blank. I pick at the fake leather beneath me as I try to recall her, sometimes, if I try hard enough, something pops up.

Nothing.
There are no memories of Alice.

My mind pushes it away and concentrates on what it does know. His name is Jasper, I feel my frown disappear into a small smile. I know his name and suddenly I feel much lighter, my muscles relax and I close my eyes, lying back down. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper, Jasper….

"Jasper, look" I nudged him with my elbow and pointed to the make session between two people. H They seemed to be devouring each others faces. I grimaced and look away. We were sitting in the living room on the home and watching the tv. Their sounds continued to escalate and I was not really enjoying the wet sounds of their mouths coming in constant contact.

"You wanna get out of here?"His voice whispers and I almost shiver. He has a small glint in his eyes and I grin back at him. Adventures with Jasper are always fun.

"I thought you'd never ask" my voice is overly exaggerated and I get the reply I want, he grins at me. We try to sneak away silently so that Bella won't be embarrassed; the girl looses any notion of time when it comes to Edward's lips. Gross.

"I keep getting images of them" my voice is disturbed. Jasper chuckles. Jerk.

"When you have your first kiss, it wont be so disgusting" his voice is so sure I almost believe it. Maybe it wont be that bad.

"You sure?" I'm not an insecure girl, but I still need reassurance sometimes.

"Yes, trust me"

"I already do"

We reach the end of the hallway in silence and look around before opening the window. It screeches .My body tenses.

"What is all that racket….hey!" My eyes grew wide as the voice of sister Ratchet comes floating over to us.

"Run!"

***

I land on the sand with a loud thud! My breath coming in quick gasps as I hear him land next to me, his back leaning on the wooden fence, hands on top of knees. For a while all we do is breath and let the occasional laugh escape. I've never skipped anything before, this was exhilarating. I grin.

"What are you so happy about?" he smiles at me, I tilt my head.

"Nothing"

"Tell me" his foot nudged my knee

"I don't wanna" my voice is fake and annoyed.

His voice warns me.

"Jasper…." I mock him and start to get on knees.

"Tell me" he gets up too.

"Never!" My scream is loud and I start to run. He has me pinned down in minutes. His hands cage in both of my wrists. I can't help but think of Jasper sucking and licking my neck. Shit.

"Mary Alice Cullen, don't you know you can't get away from me?" his voice is breathy but still teasing. His words don't help my mental image. Oh crap.

"That's because you're taller than me" Did I just seriously say that? Holy mother-effing-shit. He chuckles and lets me go. His back rolls onto the sand and I feel the cold air hit me. I try to analyze what the hell just happened. Am I supposed to be thinking this way about him? Is it normal? AM I not normal? Ugh.

"What's wrong?" His voice is soft and concerned; the tip of his finger turns my face in his direction. I obviously can't tell him about….well the thing.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get my first kiss" Well that's as close to the truth as I can get. He would never pay any attention to me; I'm "his little sister". Jesus. Why do I keep using god's name in vain? I am so going to hell.

"You will, it's just going to take… time" he seems to hesitate and I push further.

"Well, what if I'm no good at it?" For the first time my real concerns come out.

"I highly doubt that Alice" I can't decipher his voice but it has taken on a strange tone.

"How would you know.." this is getting me depressed. He sits up and pulls me closer. The cold is gone.

"Because little foot, you are an amazing girl, you're beautiful and kind and gentle, sweet and so unselfish it's almost bad. There's no way you can be a bad kisser." By the end I am smiling and so is he.

"You're perfect" he whispers. Was I supposed to hear that?

"Thank you Jasper" I yawn and lean on him.

"Sleep little girl" He whispers. I obey.

I wake up with a large intake of breath, my eyes pop open, it's dark. Dam, we stayed out here all night? No. I feel the covers on me and the air is not salty. He brought me back, and I slept through it all? Aww man. I missed that? Grumbling I dangle my feet off the bed puling the covers with me. Fresh air calls me.

I tip toe until I make it to the window. It doesn't protest. Yes! I grab a fistful of the sheet and use my other hand to launch myself onto the fire escape. The metal feels good against my almost burning feet. They barely make a sound as I reach the roof.

Sweet Victory.

I wrap myself in a makeshift cocoon and pull my knees together, the light poles light up and I am no longer in complete darkness. It's nice.

He approaches me and I turn to look at him.

"Hey" my throat is scratchy and I try to clear it.

"Hey" he manages a small smile.

"Sleepy yet?"

"Nope" We remain silent for a while. My bravery is mounting.

"Jasper" my voice is calling. Courage is building.

"Yes?" His full attention is on me now. C'mon Alice you can do this!

"I was thinking…" my voice drifts off, should I really do this? Heck yes! An inner voice yells.

"About?"

"Well…you are… I've never…you have experience…. I lack … I was just, you know, thinking that well maybe I could….um…well, uh, ah, um, kiss… you" There. It's out. Shit, I must be high on something. My eyes stay glued to the buildings in front of me. No way am I looking at him now.

"Alice…" here it comes, I can hear it. His voice is too serious.

"Alice…" This time more firm. Ah shit.

"Alice, for the love of god look at me!" he doesn't yell but his voice raises. I turn.

"Alice, you don't really mean that" His voice is sad.

What the fuck?
Excuse me?
Well, fuck you.

"I'm sorry, What? I don't-I don't really mean that? Who the heck are you to tell me what I do and don't mean?" The anger is unexpected. I never really know how to act around him. He just makes me go in different extremes. He doesn't even seem fazed by my outburst. Jerk. His eyes are unreadable.

"You're desperate for a first kiss and I am your safest bet, you know I wont leave you, you're too important to me so unconsciously, you think you want to kiss me but you just want something solid" He sounds so calm, it kills me a little inside. I can't speak. I can't swallow. No… no! I refuse to cry! No! don't you dare cry! My jaw tenses and I blink rapidly. He moves towards me.

"Alice, I know how you feel-"

His arm almost surrounds me when I can finally speak up.

"Jasper don't you dare touch me."

"Alice-"

"No, Where the fuck do you get off telling me what I feel? Who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Who? Just because you've known me for couple of fucking years you think you've got me figured out? I was being honest with you right now, I wanted you to kiss me, you could've politely said no but you" I shove my finger into his chest.

"you …you.." the anger is gone and I feel weak. My body wants to fall but it can't, I won't let it. I need to get away. I can't-I can't cry in front of him. No.

"Just-Just leave me- leave me alone, please" one tear falls and I run down the stair case, my knee scrapes badly but I don't seem to register the pain. The other pain overshadows everything. It is dull and deep, but at the same time fresh and raw. Not cured with a simple pill, no amount of disinfectant will kill the virus eating slowly at it. No, not today. I shut the window with a bang and run to my bed.

Who the fuck do you think you are Jasper Whitlock?

I gasp and wipe the tears off my eyes. I don't know what to make of this dream. My mind is blank; no thoughts come forth, nothing. The two men come in and take me to the dinning room. The day passes uneventfully and by the time I get into bed I don't have time to think about it. The tiny rose-colored pill starts to take its effect. I concentrate on the darkness. I slip away.

I feel time pass as the scene changes, something has shifted. I feel hollow. More so than before.

A girl is in front of me. Her hair is brown and she is coming towards us, only then do I realize I'm surrounded by people. A boy puts his arm around her body. His hair is the color of copper. I look away. When I hear her sniff my head turns back. I am not scared of her piercings and the heavy eyeliner she has on. I want to hug her but can't move. What she has said makes my legs feel like lead.

Someone is dead. I don't hear her saying it but I can feel the way my body reacts. I start to fall but he catches me. I want to scream, yell, shout, and tell him to get off me, put me down, and insult him. Make him feel half the pain that I am slowly being consumed by but I can't. My body wants to shut down. I recognize it is because of the death of that boy. He cradles me against his chest and I see a silent conversation go on between the copper head boy and Jasper. Finally, I feel his body move. We are getting farther and farther away from the living room. I hear the girl cry and scream. A drop falls on me. Jasper is crying too. Masochistically, I want to hug him. I refuse my body to even acknowledge the want.

He settles me on a bed and my body curls on its own. He walks around the bed and places his head at eye level with mine. His hand traces the outline of my face. I snap. How dare he touch me after all he has done? Does he get off the pain I feel?

My hand slaps his face. I leave a red mark. He doesn't protest. I feel even angrier. My hand comes in contact with his cheek again. The red is even more prominent this time. I want him to say something. My hits become more frequent and soon my body is moving, getting closer and closer to him. My fits hit his chest repeatedly. There is so much anger. Somehow, I realize that this won't help anything; this won't bring the boy back. I slow down and start to cry. He pulls me against him, like before, I don't fight back.

His lips touch my forehead. My eyes widen before I shove him away. When I look up, his eyes are hurt.

"Jasper don't, please, it hurts too much" my voice cracks. For some reason his silence makes me go on. I want to explain, and I realize that I don't want him to hurt. I still love him. I let out a dry, humorless laugh.

"Even after all this time, after everything you said. I…." Another laugh "I still want to…. To, explain things to you….. I don't want to see you hurt." God I'm pathetic. I fall to the floor. His hands lift my chin and when I finally look at his eyes, they are filled with frantic worry. I am not able to feel anything.

"I love you" it blurts out of his lips and instead of making me feel better, his words make the wound deepen.

"No" I hear my voice.

" Alice, I have always-" I cut him off.

"No, you don't"

"Alice, I do" His voice is stern. His teeth are clenched. I don't know what to believe. He could be telling the truth. He could be lying only to make me feel better. My heart doesn't want to go through that.

"I can't trust you anymore" That's as close to an explanation as I can get. I can't form any more words. He seems desperate. His eyes are worried. In a flash, I feel his lips touch mine. They move against mine, trying to bring them to life. He continues to massage my lips and I fight with the urge to kiss him back and crying. The tears win out. He feels them and pulls away. I see realization touch his eyes. He seems to finally get it.

"Oh God,… I'm sorry…" He can't even get the words out. His jaw trembles and he tries to place a small distance between us. I whimper.

"I'm so sorry Alice" His voice is deep with anguish and I try to speak. I must also apologize. I ruined out friendship and turned it into this. Whatever the hell it is.

"Me too" I cry. The words are sad and inadequate. We stay this way. No words. I can't rush to soothe him and I won't let him touch me, it would be too difficult to refuse him now. Someone calls trough the door and his eyes snap up to mine. He is asking for permission, he doesn't want to leave. I don't understand. I swallow before giving a small nod.

I watch his body rise and walk to the door. His whole form is tense and he turns around once before pushing the door open. He fades.

My eyes open slowly and I blink, sending a few tears down the sides of my cheeks.

"Little Mary, don't cry" I jump and try to pull away, but the man's grasp is too strong. I push away from him, only to have his arms press more tightly around my body.

"Shhh, Shhh, we'll get out of here soon" I want to scream but my throat is frozen with fear. His hands move against my hair and I clench my eyes shut. I don't want him to touch me.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" I hear the other man's voice speak up. And the man holding me freezes. His grasp tightens even more. I whimper in pain.

"She's mine, you can't take her away" His voice hold traces of fear.

"She's food Gabriel" The other man is angry, but before he can continue, Gabriel jumps towards the window. The other man is faster and pulls him down. The man looses his grip on me.

I crash trough the glass.