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Strained Emotions

This is Jasper's point of view of everything that happened it Forks. Bella's arrived and none of the Cullens know how to react. Jasper is by far one of the most intriguing characters to write in their POV. It's so much fun. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!!

So I've decided that I should probably change the rating of this to teen purely because of language. Of course it isn't that bad, I just want to warn some people. :D

11. Emmett the Psychiatrist

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That afternoon Edward was sitting in our backyard, the same frustration and annoyance as at lunch coming from him. I walked up slowly to him and asked, “What is your problem? You're really confused about your feelings. You're intrigued about something, and at the same time you're frustrated.” At this Edward just gave me a funny look. “What? You don't keep your emotions to yourself very well.” I smiled.

He just sighed and shook his head, lost in his own thoughts.

I decided to try a different approach .Teasing obviously didn't work. “Edward,” I began, my tone of voice serious. “I''m your brother. You can tell me anything.”

Emmett walked up to us then. I internally groaned. He better not do anything stupid. Emmett said, using a normal tone, “So am I.” Then his voice became his normal joking way, “We should all have a nice brother to brother talk.” Emmett grinned.

Does he have to make everything sound so stupid? Edward either didn't hear that or he really wasn't in a laughing mood. Jokes obviously were not working.

Emmett, acting like a psychiatrist said, “So Edward, what's troubling you?” I almost expected him to pull out a clipboard and start taking notes.

Edward growled and I quickly said, “Just ignore him. He's gay.”

Emmett hit me. Hard.

I glared at him and continued, “But seriously Edward. Your emotions are driving me insane. You're going to have to tell us eventually.” I paused, but he didn't say anything. “Fine. We'll go get Esme. She'll get it out of you.”

I got up and signaled for Emmett to follow. We were walking away when Edward's voice came softly from behind us.

“I can't help it. I don't know how to talk about it.”

We turned and sat beside him. He was sitting with his head in is hands. I'm sure if he could, he would have been crying. This was obviously very hard for him.

“Just start with the easier stuff,” I prompted. “I take it your frustration is about something with your power. Can you not read her mind?” I guessed. I hoped I was wrong.

“No. I don't know why, but it's like listening to an empty room. It's like she's not even there.” He looked up briefly then hid his face again. “And it's worse. Whenever I talk to her, I can't help but be fascinated. She doesn't do anything predictable. It makes me want to read her mind so badly.” He looked up again and stared at the trees, not really seeing them. “I want to know what she's thinking. It's awful not knowing.”

I sat in silence. I didn't really have any words of comfort for him. I hardly understood what was happening. After an awkward pause, Edward continued, “And to make it even more complicated, I can hardly resist her blood. I've been doing this for almost a century and I loose almost all control when I'm around her. I don't want to hurt her. She fascinates me, but I can't help but think about how great her blood smells.” His words were coming out fast now. Almost like he thought that if he stopped, he wouldn't know how to start talking again.

Anguished washed over him and he hung his head again. I really wasn't sure what to say, but Emmett, serious for once in his life, broke the silence.

“I know what you mean. I've felt longing by one person's blood. It smells so much better than anything you could imagine. I've felt all that before,” he hesitated, “twice. Once was much stronger than the other time. Edward, if you've been able to resist it, you're stronger than you think.” Regret was coming from Emmett and it was shocking. Emmett hardly regretted anything. “It was in a dark alley. I could never had resisted that blood, even now. It was the sweetest I had ever tasted.” I wish I could have had Edward's ability. I was sure Emmett was reliving the event in his mind. He had stopped and his usually happy face was dark.

I figured it was my time to talk, but I was still unsure of what to say. “I,” I hesitated slightly, “have never really felt that. My thirst for human blood is just strong in general. I suppose I might have felt that at some point, but it would be blended in to my struggles in general. I guess that might be similar, but I don't think I can quite sympathize.” Edward had calmed down and was less crazy with his emotions.

“But,” he started, “What should I do?”

Emmett thought for a second and said, “If you can resist it, just stay away as much as possible. Only be around her when you have to be, like in Biology.”

“And,” I added, “If it gets to be too much, we'll understand if you have to leave. Lord knows I can;t point any fingers.”

Edward smiled but was still a little bit worried. “Thanks guys. I'll figure it out,” and he got up and walked into the woods.

“He is one strange person,” Emmett said and walked back into the house.

I stayed for a while and watched the patch of trees Edward had disappeared through. What will happen now? How can all of this be happening? Edward has never done anything to deserve something like this, and I'm sure he's blaming all of our troubles on himself. I wish there was a way to convince him that it is never his fault.