Love in the asylum
A few hours later
Jasper pov
When I woke up my first thought was “where am I?” My second was “What the hell happened?”I wondered. Here I was in a bedroom with no clothes on, my body drenched in sweat. I prayed to god that I didn’t do anything I’d regret, even though I regret almost everything I’ve ever done. The last thing I remembered was inserting a needle into my veins. I checked my arm. Yup, sure enough there was a new track. Suddenly I could see a girl kissing my arm with such love and tenderness. The mere thought scared me. It was like she was erasing all my pain, making me feel like I was worth something, even though the feeling lasted for only the few seconds her lips were on the scared skin. I tried to remember what the angel looked like but her face was fuzzy. The only thing I could make out was her long brown hair that was so dark it looked black and her bright green eyes.
Nine months later
Alice pov
He was beautiful with blonde hair and blue eyes. As far as I knew my son looked just like his father not that I knew who he was. Aside from his size, he was nothing like me. I gave birth to the splitting image of a man that I couldn’t remember. I barely got to hold the baby before she took him out of my arms. A nurse inserted a needle into my arm and soon I was out like a light. When I finally woke up my baby was gone along with my mother. When I first found out I was pregnant I instantly knew that I wanted to keep my baby. All my life I felt like there was something wrong with me but I knew this baby would be one thing I did right. I hid my pregnancy from my dad and made sure all of my doctor appointments were when he was working. Luckily I started to gain weight in the winter so I was able to hide my growing bump under heavy coats. When I was eight months along I finally told my father. He called my mother and together they planned that she would raise my baby. I fought to keep my baby but once they found out that I had no idea who the father was all arguments were lost. I tried to do the math but my son’s conception didn’t coincide with any of my ex-boyfriends. All I knew was that it had to happen at Mike Newton’s graduation party. I couldn’t remember anything from that night so I had no chance at finding my son’s father. And now my baby is gone. My mother took my blonde haired, blue eyed child with her to her house two hours away and is going to raise him as her son. He’s my baby yet I have no say so.
Jasper pov
“Why do I have to go?” I asked for the umpteenth time. “There is nothing wrong with me”
Edward shook his head “you don’t think there’s anything wrong with heroin?” he asked
I shook my head “heroin is just a recreational drug. I can stop whenever I want”
My brother parked his car in the driveway “then stop now”
I crossed my arms “I don’t feel like it” I retorted childishly.
“This is for your own good: Edward told me and got out of the car.
For a second I considered making a run for it. I could go to the nearest gas station and call my ex-girlfriend Maria. In no time she would wire me some money. I would take a bus back to Texas and get back with her. Her brother, my dealer would supply with so much drugs that I wouldn’t even remember Edward ever talking about me going to rehab. Just as I was about to make my dreams a reality my brother was back with two guards and a nurse with a sedative in her hands. I quickly gave up all hopes of escaping; I knew I wouldn’t make it to the end of the driveway. I got out of the car with my hands up in mock-surrender and entered made my way into the rehab and to the road of recovery.
Alice pov
One week after I gave birth I set my house on fire. Later when people asked why I did it I would shrug and pretend like I did it for no reason. But there was a reason why I did it. I did it because I was angry at my father. I did it because I hadn’t slept in days and when I did sleep I had nightmares. But most of all I did it because I could. My father thought that I suffered a psychotic breakdown; after all I must have been crazy to keep my pregnancy hidden for eight months. My psychiatric recommended that I stay at some fancy overpriced retreat that was really an asylum slash rehab. So that’s where I am now, sitting in my room looking at my window as a new patient is admitted. From the moment I saw his curly blonde hair I thought he was cute. Too bad I’m too far away to see his eyes. He gets out of the car and holds up his hands as if he has been stopped by the police. When he disappears into a building I turn away from the window and reenter my own world.