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Now I forgot to answer a review from a reader who didn't login who reviewed on chapter 13, I was going to answer last chapter but it slipped my mind. This reader asked how Jamie could say "that's great" when she saw Alice alive and not wonder how she is. Well the answer to that is, Alice was human and was bitten. Jamie actually stopped Maria from draining Alice dry. Alice's heartbeat was so faint that even Jasper couldn't feel it. Alice changed into a newborn and Jamie fit together the pieces fast enough that it wasn't much of a surprise. I hope that answers it!

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Disclaimer: This chapter contains alot of real and false information. Some text was taken off of websites that are very much real. I do not in any way own this information, it belongs to the respectable owners. Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga and I only own the lost brother, Raphael and the orphan, Jamie, that nobody likes still.

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Chapter Sixteen

Jasper's POV

Alice and I arrived back at the house and I showed Alice the room which we once shared. She chose to move out for now. I understood why. She didn't remember exactly what she felt for me and she wanted space and time to try and uncover memories. So she moved all of her clothes and possessions and took Edward's old room, since he lived in his cottage.

Alice was currently getting comfortable in her new-and hopefully temporary-room. I was currently seated on one of our couches, thinking.

My mind quickly summarized the past few months.

I asked Carlisle to change an orphan I brought home after hunting alone because Alice was working on Nessie and Jacob's wedding, which is now postponed. That same orphan kissed me and changed my family's future. My wife fled to Volterra and was changed back into a human by a vampire under Maria's order. Alice was almost attacked by me and then taken by Jamie. Maria held Alice captive and tried negotiating my help for Alice's release. While negotiating, I reunited with my brother. Maria killed Alice, or so we thought. Our family had a funeral for her and then 3 days after her death, she came back as a new vampire with no memories of her vampire life. I took Alice hunting and discovered Jamie and Raphael's new relationship. We, who are in control, are expected to enroll in high school for the gazillienth time.

And I thought when Bella came, our life was hectic. Boy was I wrong.

I sighed quietly and leaned back into the pillowed couch.

"Hey Jazz," Emmett boomed, slapping me on the shoulder.

"Hey," I responded.

"Rosie, Bells, Eddie, Carlisle and I are all going to hunt, okay? Jake went to go visit La Push and Esme is in the kitchen. Jamie and Raphael took the Mercedes to go test Jamie's control in Seattle; Carlisle said they should be fine. And Nessie is upstairs where I assume Alice is."

I nodded. "Have fun."

"See ya!" Emmett waved as he ran out of the house, joining the others.

I could hear Esme clanging in the kitchen and I decided to go see what she's making.

"What are you makin' Esme?" I asked, as I entered to ridiculously large kitchen space.

"Spaghetti, Nessie was hungry earlier and Jake is bound to be back soon."

I nodded and sat myself at one of the stools next to the island.

"How is Alice doing?" Esme asked after a couple moments of silence.

I shrugged. "She seems more comfortable. But she hasn't remembered anythin' new."

She nodded and poured the spaghetti into the boiling water on the stove. "How are you dealing with this all?"

I sighed and answered truthfully, "I'm happy and all. I mean, she's alive! I'm just hopin' she remembers more soon."

"Understandable," Esme murmured.

I gave her a half smile.

"So are you excited to go ba-" Esme started. But a pained cry and soft sobs sounding from upstairs interrupted her.

I froze for a moment and both Esme and I flew upstairs.

The noises were coming from Edward's old room, now Alice's. I knocked on the door gently and I heard Renesmee's muffled 'Come in'.

I opened the door and both Esme and I rushed in.

Nessie had her hand on Alice's knee as Alice was seated cross-legged on the couch. Her short pixie hair was messed slightly and she was covering her eyes with her small hands and her body was shaking with her sobs.

"What happened?" I asked, panic seeping into my voice.

"I was showing her some of my memories and she just started crying. I don't know what happened," Nessie explained and I moved forward, kneeling next to Ness and in front of Alice.

"Alice? Can you look at me please?" I whispered softly while slowly sending waves of calm to her.

Renesmee moved to stand next to Esme.

After a couple seconds, Alice's body slowly stopped shaking and she moved her hands, lifting her face to look at me. Her eyes were a dark burgundy colour and filled with pain and sorrow.

"I-I remember. Oh gosh, I remember," she gasped, reaching forward and grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me towards her.

I blinked. She remembers? Does she remember everything?

"Ali?" I whispered, slowly wrapping my arms around her shivering form.

"I remember dreaming of my father. He killed my mother, he killed her!" Sobs raked her body and I instinctively tightened my hold on her.

"What else do you remember?" I asked, gently.

"My dad remarried. My stepmother disliked me and favoured my sister. I-I saw Pa planning on killing m-me." A shudder ran through her body.

I clenched my teeth. Oh how I wished he was still alive so I could kill him.

"Is that all you remember?" She nodded against my shoulder. "Do you know how you remembered?"

She pulled back and looked up at me. "Renesmee was showing me some of her memories of when she was younger and I saw a flash of an image of Bella during her change. She looked de-dead. I think that's what sparked my memory. She reminded me of my mother."

I looked over at Renesmee and mouthed 'Thank you'.

She shrugged and smiled.

Now I have an idea on how to help Alice remember.

"You're alright now, you're safe. No one will hurt you," I murmured.

She sniffled and nodded. "Thank you."

I smiled slightly and got up. "It's no problem at all, Alice. I'm here whenever needed."

She smiled and stood, smoothing out her shirt and jeans which she now wore, replacing the dirty yellow dress.

Esme, Renesmee and I all exited the room. Nessie followed Esme and I downstairs and into the kitchen.

"What are you going to do now Uncle Jasper?" my niece asked as she took a seat beside me on the stools.

"Think of things that could possibly spark her memory. We have two weeks till school starts."

"Well wasn't Aunt Alice put in an asylum at one point?" I nodded. "What could trigger that memory?"

"What treatments were used in the 1910's?" Esme asked.

"Ness, could you go get your laptop?"

"Yeah, be right back." She disappeared out the back door.

A couple moments later Renesmee returned and set her pink laptop on the table. I flipped it open and typed in the search bar 'treatments in psychiatric hospitals in the 20th century'.

I scrolled through the titles and frowned. "None of this looks helpful. Do you think methods would have changed much from the 19th century to the 20th?"

Esme shrugged. "It's worth a try."

I quickly changed '20th' to '19th' and hit enter. I scrolled down the listings and clicked on a couple links that looked promising. Nessie read over my shoulder. I clicked on one link, 'Mental Illness in the 19th Century' and moved down that page, quickly scanning the words.

Nessie started reading, "Most of the time, asylums were built in the country, for doctors believed that fresh air encouraged healing and convalescence. During the time of Jerome, these were great stone buildings, comprising multiple wings that were divided according to the type of mental illness and the severity of cases. The sexes too were strictly separated. The afflicted slept in cells on straw mattresses placed upon iron beds (or directly on the floor). At night they were locked in their cells. Restrainment methods (chains, strait-jackets) were in common use. Meals were taken in common rooms. People who refused to eat were force-fed. The baths were common too, and persons with inadequate hygiene were washed by force. The treatment of the ill was often brutal. In short, the living conditions of the inmates was in the best of cases difficult. Cases were often reported in which families withdrew their relatives from these institutions because they preferred to see them suffer at home."

I frowned. Human beings were treated like that? That's cruel and just plain wrong.

I went back to the main listings. "Esme do you recall ever hearing Carlisle mention treatments used in the 1920's?" I asked.

Esme shook her head. "No, but you could easily call him."

I took the house phone Esme handed me and I dialed Carlisle's cell phone.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end sounded.

"It's Jasper. I have a question."

"Ask away."

"What kind of treatments were used in the psychiatric hospitals in the late 19th century and early 20th century?"

"Well some asylums used hypnosis to uncover patients' memories; others started using drugs, electroconvulsive therapy, and surgery. Drugs were mainly used to sedate the patient and did not really 'cure' their illness. Why do you ask?"

"I think we may have a way of uncoverin' some of Alice's memories. She remembered some more of her human ones because Nessie showed her an image of Bella during the transformation and it sparked the memory of Alice's mother's death and her father remarryin'."

"That's excellent! We're just finishing up and we'll be home soon. Just call if you need any help."

"Thanks Carlisle." I hung up.

"So?" Nessie asked.

"Carlisle said that they used hypnosis, drugs, electroconvulsive therapy and surgery. Which one should we research first?"

"Well I don't think hypnosis would really spark anything and neither will drugs and surgery. Should we try electroconvulsive therapy?" Esme asked.

I quickly typed in 'electroconvulsive therapy in psychiatric hospitals' in the search bar. I clicked a link, 'MentalHealth America: Electroconvulsive Therapy(ECT)' and scrolled down the page.

Renesmee continued to look over my shoulder and read out some of the text. "ECT treatment is generally administered in the morning, before breakfast. Prior to the actual treatment, the patient is given general anesthesia and a muscle relaxant. Electrodes are then attached to the patients scalp and an electric current is applied which causes a brief convulsion. Minutes later, the patient awakens confused and without memory of events surrounding the treatment. This treatment is usually repeated three times a week for approximately one month. The number of treatments varies from six to twelve. It is often recommended that the patient maintain a regimen of medication, after the ECT treatments, to reduce the chance of relapse.

"To maximize the benefits of ECT, it is crucial that the patient's illness be accurately diagnosed and that the risks and adverse side effects be weighed against those of alternative treatments. The risks and side effects involved with the use ECT are related to the misuse of equipment, ill-trained staff, incorrect methods of administration, persistent memory loss, and transient post-treatment confusion."

I clenched my teeth.

Esme gasped quietly. "Alice suffered memory loss when she first woke up."

I nodded, disgusting with the thought of so called "doctors" shocking Alice's brain.

"So how can we uncover her memories using this information?" Renesmee asked.

"Why don't you try finding the names of the asylums in Biloxi, Mississippi where Alice was born? Then we can maybe find her administration papers or something?" Esme suggested.

I nodded and quickly searched for a list of hospital names in Biloxi. There were no actually asylums in Biloxi but there was an asylum two counties away. In Purvis, Lamar County, the South Mississippi State Hospital still stood. I typed in the hospital name and added 'founded'. This hospital needed to be established before 1910 in order to be the correct one.

I scrolled through the links and clicked on 'Mississippi State Hospital- Asylum Projects'. This asylum was established in 1846 and opened in 1856. The hospital was renamed as 'Mississippi State Insane Hospital' in 1900. The website mentioned the name 'Brandon', Alice's family name.

"This looks like the right hospital. Try going to their home page and hacking into their documents and patient listings," Nessie commanded.

My fingers quickly flew over the keypad. In minutes I was in the database of the Mississippi State Hospital. I searched in 1917, since Alice was sixteen when her father was speaking of putting her in a mental hospital. Then I searched female and sixteen. There was a short list, about 4 girls listed.

Patient's name: Albery, Anna Margaret
Father's name: Albery, Henry James
Mother's name: Albery, Ruth Helen
Date of patient's birth: December 13, 1901.
Illness: violent behaviour and hallucinations
Date of administration: June 22, 1917.
Doctor's name: Kelb, John Henry
Comments: Patient seems unstable and family does not wish to visit.

Patient's name: Bandrel, Elizabeth Marie
Father's name: Unknown
Mother's name: Bandrel, Bertha Rose
Date of patient's birth: February 2, 1901.
Illness: eating disorders and violent behaviour
Date of administration: March 26, 1917.
Doctor's name: Domenic, William George
Comments: Patient seems traumatized and family does not wish to accept visitation offers.

Patient's name: Brandon, Mary Alice
Father's name: Brandon, Joseph Robert
Mother's name: Brandon, Mary Emma
Date of patient's birth: April 19, 1901.
Illness: hallucinations and various mental illnesses
Date of administration: August 15, 1917.
Doctor's name: Kelb, John Henry
Comments: Patient seems quiet and family does not wish to visit.

"That's her. It has to be," I murmured.

Esme placed a plate of spaghetti in front of Renesmee and came around to see the screen. "My goodness…"

"I'll print it and see if it'll help with any more uncovering." I quickly hit print and stood, walking over to the computer just outside of the kitchen. I grabbed the sheet and darted upstairs.

"Alice?" I asked, knocking on the door.

"Come in."

I opened the door and walked in. "Alice, I have somethin' that may spark some more memories." I took a seat beside her on the couch.

She took the paper and quickly read it. Her eyebrows drew together as if she was concentrating, then her eyes widened and she gasped.

I waited patiently until she spoke.

"Oh gosh, I remember…"

The context from the websites that Renesmee reads are from the following websites(just replace the bracketed words with the correct symbol):

http:(double forward slash)www(dot)canadianmysteries(dot)ca/sites/jerome/contextes/maladiementale/indexen(dot)html

http:(double forward slash)www(dot)nmha(dot)org/go/information/get-info/treatment/electroconvulsive-therapy-ect

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