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Bella's 18th birthday party from Jasper's point of view.... ON HIATUS....

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and neither are the books, Twilight and New Moon. They are the property of Stephenie Meyer. Some of the dialogue will seem familiar and a few lines due to the fact that I borrowed it from Chapter 1 of New Moon. Well this is my first fan fiction, ever, so be brutal if you must. Criticism is always welcome. In some ways it was hard to write from Jasper's POV because you don't really see much of him, especially in New Moon. I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot or not, I think it might. Though you can help me decide if you like....

5. Beginning of the End

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I held Alice close to me that I could comfort her, as well as myself. Emmett wasn’t too happy with Edward at the moment, because of what we all knew our brother had done to Bella. How could he stand there and break her like that?I really hope she makes it through this.

I heard three car doors slam after pulling into the driveway, and that could only mean one thing: Carlisle, Esme, and Edward were here. Carlisle and Esme came in the Mercedes, while Edward brought his Volvo.

He wasn’t even in the house yet and I could already feel all the pain coming off of him. This was killing him.

I tried to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t hurt him anymore than he already was, but it was difficult. I was even angrier with Edward for killing Bella without actually physically touching her. However, he was my brother, and I would do my best to try and make his pain easier to endure.

He still thought it was his fault, that he had put, and kept putting, Bella in danger. He wouldn’t let anyone comfort him or tell him otherwise. When really, it was my fault we left, and it was my fault that Bella had almost died. It was my entire fault.

I looked over at Emmett and say that he was glaring out the window as if it had insulted him. Well he’s not going to be reigning in his thoughts. I was sure that if he didn’t love Edward, he would have been shouting at him and letting his fists make contact with Edward’s face.

The front door opened, and the sounds of three pairs of feet made its way to the room we were sitting in. I could tell Carlisle and Esme were worried about Edward. He must not look to good.

I looked down at Alice as I heard Edward make his way up the stairs. Rosalie opened the door as he was about pass it, making him pause. He looked into the room, but kept from looking anyone of us in the eye.

I had to stifle a gasp. He was hurting so much. It felt like I was being ripped apart, it was unbearable. How will he live like this, with this pain every day, for the rest of eternity? I couldn’t be able to. That thought scared me. What if he did something foolish so that he could end his existence? Alice tightened her grip on me, sensing the pain I was channeling.

From all of the emotion radiating off of him in waves, there was none on his face. He looked whiter than he normally was, his eyes containing a dead look. They were just blank, empty, like there was nothing there. It was as if there was no Edward anymore, just a shell that contained mind numbing pain.

None of us said anything, and we all knew Edward wouldn’t have responded, nor did he have anything to say. I was grateful that Rosalie had enough sense to keep her mouth shut. Her thoughts, however, were a completely different story. What she was thinking I could only guess, but I’m sure it was nothing complimentary. She was still angry at Edward for making us move away from Forks because of Bella.

Judging by Edward’s expression, he wasn’t listening to our thoughts. That was a good thing. It meant a little less pain and guilt for him to have to deal with.

Without a word, he turned to leave. Out of no where, I heard Alice whisper into my chest, “How could you, Edward?” I didn’t think he would be able to hear it since it was so low and muffled that I could barely make out the words. I was watching him as she asked him, and he winced. So he had heard it.

“Edward…” I said trailing off. He shook his head sadly, staring at the floor without actually seeing it.

Then he turned away, never looking at any of us, least of all Alice, and made his way to his room. If he had looked at us, I don’t know if he would have realized that we were there.

His door closed softly, signifying that he was in his room. I felt a stab of pain in my chest. Edward must have been struggling through another one of his inner battles. Poor Edward.

I kissed Alice and pulled her close, setting her on my lap. I looked up and met Emmett’s eyes, both sad and angry, and as that moment I knew. Nothing would ever be the same.