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3rd Person
Jasper couldn't keep track of time very well but he knew that he had spent many nights and days in his brothers room, or more specifically, under his bed. Emmett had tried many times to coax him out, his mom too, but the only time he left was when he knew that his daddy was at work.
He missed his daddy's attention and he wanted it so badly but he wasn't going to give in. He was still mad at him. Jasper thought about what Emmett had said a few nights ago. How his nightmares might stop if he let people help him and he was so desperate to make the bad men go away. He didn't sleep well because of them, he couldn't think straight without remembering the horrible memories and now he could hear their voices, the words they spoke to him. He just wanted it to stop!
He wished that he could run to his daddy so that he could be held tightly. He wanted his daddy to tell him that he was okay, that he was safe but daddy only made it worse the first time. What if it got worse than this?
Jasper shivered at the thought. Could it get any worse? Jasper heard Emmett's bedroom door open which caused Jasper to flinch back a little, focusing on his senses to figure out who had just entered the room. It wasn't Emmett, the footsteps were too light. It wasn't his mom, she would let him know it was just her whenever she entered the room.
Jasper let out a low growl to get a response from the person who was just feet away from him. He didn't want to risk coming out from under the bed. He doubted that it was his daddy; and Edward nor Alice hadn't bothered him to talk to him since he had hid in Emmett's room and if it were Rosalie, she would make a snide comment about him growling at her.
"Quit it, Jasper. It's me"
Jasper stopped immediately and relaxed, now aware that the presence was that of his sister. She had visited him almost as often as his mom but the difference between the two was that Rosalie actually managed to get Jasper out from underneath the bed.
How? She was the only one in the house who was actually being stern with him. The others gave into what he wanted...space. But Rosalie believed that giving Jasper everything that he wanted was the mistake that everyone was making. She looked passed his bright blue puppy eyes and his innocent words. She knew it was deliberate. Perhaps not at first but now it was just his method of getting what he wants.
Rosalie hated to think about it but it was one of the many things she had in common with Edward...Because he knew this too, but unlike Rose, Edward went with it because he wanted to make the most of his time alone with dad and now he was hogging all of dad's attention which meant Rosalie was pretty much alone in this.
"Get out of there, Jasper" she ordered him.
She didn't get on her hands and knees to look under the bed like the others would have. She stood straight with her arms crossed against her chest, tapping her feet to show her impatiences and Jasper knew better than to ignore his big sister.
Jasper was stubborn...but not as stubborn as Rose.
He crawled out and jumped onto Emmett's bed, watching his sister, anxiously.
"I'm getting sick of this, Jasper. Are you planning on spending the rest of your life under Emmett's bed?" She questioned, a little annoyed.
Jasper kept his eyes on the comforter as his fingers fiddled with the sheet nervously. He lived in an uncomfortable tree for several years so he knew that he would have no trouble spending the rest of his life under his brothers bed. It was very comfortable; especially with the blankets.
His tree would have been so much more comfortable had there been blankets. He remembered the day he chose his territory, his safe place.
4 years ago
He had no idea how, but Jasper had somehow made it. He was still alive. He didn't know how long he had been out for but by the time he woke up, it was dark and he could hear the sound of wolves howling.
If he didn't move now, the wolves would probably scavenge off his weak body and Jasper didn't have the strength to stop them. The only way to avoid that from happening was to move now and get somewhere high up.
With an injury to his shoulder, he knew that he would struggle with the climbing part and the loss of blood wasn't helping either. He was extremely shaky when he stood but he used his good arm to lean against a nearby tree so that he didn't fall.
He examined the tree and was thankful that it looked easy enough to climb. He was usually able to climb absolutely anything but right now, it needed to be bulky with branches not too far apart from each other so that he didn't waste too much energy.
Although it looked easy, it took him a lot longer than expected to get to a safe height and get comfortable. He had no idea what to do with his shoulder wound. The last time he had a bleeding wound, he had wet his shirt and dabbed at it to keep it clean but Jasper couldn't find the strength to move, let alone climb back down to find some water.
Many days went by, more than Jasper could count, but that's because he couldn't. His body was used to going days without food which was the only thing that was keeping him alive but without any food in his system, their was nothing to give him energy to hunt for more. He was starving..literally.
And his body was so lifeless that even as he heard the sound of people, children actually, chattering, there was nothing left in him to fight them. To chase them away from his territory. Was this the part where they kill him to make this territory there own? He was willing to accept this fate. He had been willing the day he got shot but his body was still fighting against it.
The noise was there for a while, the sound of a language that he didn't quite understand but soon it began to fade away. He was a little scared but he dragged his body onto a branch that gave him a good view of the noise source.
He spotted 5 figures walking off with there backs to him so he couldn't see their faces. 2 looked fully grown while the other three hadn't seemed fully matured yet. Jasper couldn't see a black stick on them like the bad man had but he couldn't see too clearly anyway.
Jasper's ears flickered at the sound of another voice, a nearby one this time. He looked down to see where it was coming from and he saw smaller figure, smaller than the others and she was crouched down as if she was looking at something.
Jasper tried to focus on what she was doing and then he saw it. In her hand was his stone. He dropped it! His stone, his red jasper, the one thing that reminded him of who he really was, and Jasper had dropped it. And now this figure, this small figure had it in her hands. Jasper was angry and he had no idea where it came from but he found the strength in him to growl as loudly as he could.
The small, young figure dropped it in an instant and gasped. She took a step back and tried to look for the animal that made that noise. Jasper had never seen someone look so frightened. He had felt it but he had never seen what it looks like to feel that way.
He suddenly felt saddened. He didn't want the little person to think that he was a monster. He didn't want her to feel so scared. He wasn't sure what it was but she had this innocent look in her face and deep down he knew she was safe. If he had enough energy in him, he would have jumped down from the tree to comfort her but he couldn't even do that so he just remained lifeless on the branch, watching her in fascination.
Jasper was surprised that despite the fear on her face, she hadn't run away. She hadn't spotted him. In fact; she probably thought the growling was from a wolf which was why she suddenly put her hand in the small basket she had and gently placed some food on the ground.
Jasper guessed it was instinct. The little being felt like she was in danger and it was either give the monster food or he eats you.
"Alice! Come over here!" A voice called in the distance.
The voice got the little figure's attention as she ran off, leaving Jasper thankful that she didn't take his mineral rock. The sight of food gave him a reason to slowly lower his body to ground level so that he could get to the mysterious 'never seen before but edible' food. And of course, he picked up his mineral rock and placed it into his trouser pocket.
That small amount of food that he consumed had given him enough energy to look around for water and more food. Quite frankly, had it not been for the small being, he would have probably starved to death.
He found that there was actually a lake nearby which meant it would be a good reason to live in the same area for a long period of time rather than wonder around like a nomad. So it was settled, the tree that he had almost died in was now his new home...but secretly, it was his waiting spot for the small figure to come back.
He wanted to see her again.
"Jasper!"
Jasper flinched at the sound of his sisters sudden voice as he was brought back to the present.
"Are you even listening to me? You need to talk to dad, Jazz. You can't stay in here much longer. Dad is really trying to make you happy and he is worried that he isn't doing enough. You have a session with Peter tomorrow so don't you dare try to get your way out of that one. They're just trying to help you" Rosalie explained.
She didn't like seeing her brother like this. It was horrible. He was distancing himself away from the family, waking his brother every night crying, and now he was zoning out on her. Rosalie was worried about him but the only thing she could do was encourage him to talk to Carlisle and/or Peter.
"kay" he mumbled to the bed sheet.
He preferred it when Rose took his side but when Rose told him to do something, he knew he had to do it...no matter how much he hated his daddy right now.
"I'm going to go to my room now and when I come back, you better have spoken to him already" she warned.
Jasper watched her as she walked out. Everybody was walking on eggshells around him but all it really took was a stern talk from his sister. As much as he hated to, he slowly and very quietly walked downstairs. From the window Jasper could see his Alice helping his mom outside with the gardening. Emmett was watching TV but Jasper made sure not to get spotted. He scanned the rest of the room to find the two missing figures.
He found them.
And they were together.
He watched with envy as his brother, Edward, stole his daddy's attention. They were playing some sort of game that involved a squared board and many small pieces. He couldn't remember what they called it but he remembered that it was something that Edward had once tried to teach him but Jasper could never remember all the different moves the individual pieces could take and he grew frustrated with it.
Jasper hated Edward right now.
That was Jasper's daddy. Not his.
And why was his daddy paying attention to him right now?
Did he forget about Jasper?
Did he not like him anymore?
Was he fed up with Jasper ignoring him?
He clenched his fists in rage, so far that his long nails dug into his skin...it hurt.
Daddy always paid attention to Jasper when he was hurt...
As soon as the idea had popped into Jasper's head, he quickly but silently rushed to the kitchen which was thankfully unlocked. He remembered that this was where his mom and daddy kept the sharp thing that the bad men once hurt him with...another memory he didn't want to think about.
He looked through all of the drawers until he found the one with the sharp object. He quickly put the tip of the sharp weapon onto his chest and put pressure on it as he dragged it down so that it started to bleed.
He gasped in pain but he tried to keep quite. Would that be enough? Will he need to look more hurt? The more hurt he was, the longer his daddy took to make his injuries better. But he didn't want to make it too bad. He didn't want to go to that bad place again with all those people in the same outfits. He didn't like it when they tried to touch him and he most certainly didn't like it when the locked him in a room before his daddy could take him home.
Maybe just another one would be enough? Or another?
Okay, so to clear things up. Although Alice met him at 14, Jasper first spotted her when she was 10 and he was 12. She just had no idea that she was being watched.
As for the last bit, I hope I did not offend anyone. This chapter was not a message saying that people self harm for attention. This is just Jasper simply remembering that Carlisle always gave him attention when he was hurt and right now, he needed that kind of attention.
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