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The Healing Process

Jasmine Butler, a 17 year old with a very painful secret is left on her own after her parents die tragically in a car crash. Jasmine does well by herself until she has to move in with the Cullens following a drastic decline in her vision. How will the Cullens react to the tempting human living upstairs? Will she bring them closer or will their secret be her death sentence?


5. Chapter 5 Dreams

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Chapter 5: Dreams


After Jasmine went upstairs to shower before the pizza came, everyone sat around the living room talking about how much fun she was. Please! She was all right. They're all acting as though she is the greatest thing since sliced pie or should I say young Elk!

"Alice, you could've at least warned me that I might lose tonight!" Emmett whined.

"Sorry, Em, the only thing I could see was us sitting here watching you two, but the screen was blurry."

"Are you saying that your visions of her are not exactly clear?" Edward asked.

"Yes, can you read her mind?"

"Of course. Mostly her thoughts about us are pretty calm and positive. Oh and Emmett, you didn't scare her with the teeth thing."

"Whatever, I wasn't trying to scare her."

Edward narrowed his eyes at Emmett.

"Well, not much anyway."

Edward opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. He must have been reading her mind. Whatever. Ok, so she's decent looking. She has a pretty, butterscotch complexion, and her hair is long and has a smoky charcoal color and her eyes are a goldish honey color. Ok, so she was more than decent. She was...very pretty. There, I said it! Still, what is the big fuss about? There are plenty of pretty humans in the world. Why did we have to play adopt-a-pet with this one? Damn that Carlisle, he is going to buy me a new car for this!

I got up and headed for the stairs. I felt like brushing my hair. I could still hear my brothers and sisters talking downstairs.

"What's wrong, Edward?" - Bella.

"Her thoughts, they are horrible."- Edward said with a slight shudder.

"Ooh, her sadness is so strong. What the hell is she thinking about Edward?" - Jasper.

"She's crying and there's blood. I hear voices, but I don't recognize them. That's it, she just stopped thinking about it. She...buried it."

I could hear the confusion in my brother's voice. What could this mean? Was this a memory of the car crash her parents died in that she remembered so vividly? Wait, why do I care again? Because of this little girl, I'm going to have to act like a bulimic model tonight! I really hate humans.


After the game, I decided to take a shower. Going blind is going to bite ass definitely, but maybe living with the Cullen's won't be that bad. Now if I could figure out, how to tell Trevor. Oh, this is too stressful. I connected my iPod to my dock and went into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and slid into the warm waters of the tub. I sank deeper into the water as Nathan, Michael, Shawn, and Wanya sung to me.

Darlin' I, I can't explain
Where did we lose our way
Girl it's drivin' me insane
And I know I just need one more chance
To prove my love to you
If you come back to me
I'll guarantee
That I'll never let you go

Can we go back to the days our love was strong
Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong
Can somebody tell me how to get things back
The way they use to be
Oh God give me a reason
I'm down on bended knee
I'll never walk again until you come back to me
I'm down on bended knee

My joints began to loosen and all of the stress faded from my body. I let my guard down completely. Big mistake.


"Jasmine, do you know where you are?"

Bright white lights shined in my eyes, hurting them. I could hear machines beeping around me and I could smell...medicine. I could hear the voice clearly, but I couldn't see her.

"Jasmine, I'm Dr. Abrams. You're in Memorial Hospital."

How the hell did I get there?

"What-what happened?"

"You were in an accident. You've been hurt very badly."

As she said this, the laughter in my head grew louder. Blood, that's why I couldn't see. There was still blood in my eyes. I couldn't hear the doctor anymore. Only them.

"I can't do shit if you keep letting her fidget like that!"

I sat up in the tub, slinging water onto the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying the memory as deep as I could. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I opened my eyes and the voices were gone. It was just a memory. A memory can only hurt you if you let it. I took a few more calming breaths and climbed out of the tub. Shit, I forgot to get a refill on my medication. Tonight was going to be a rough night.

There was a light knock on the door, startling me. "Jasmine, are you all right?" Alice said. The concern in her voice made me cry again. How could someone who just met me, care so much?

"Yeah, Ally, I'm fine." Did I just call her Ally?

"Ok, well, the pizza's downstairs. Do you want anything to drink? We have Root Beer, Strawberry and Sprite Soda."

"Um, Root Beer sounds fine, thank you."

"You're welcome."

I stood in front of the mirror, parted my hair down the middle and made two neat braids. After I washed it in the morning, it would be completely curly. I put on my underwear and favorite dark green Miami Hurricane pj's and "What Happens At UM..." tank and socks. When I came downstairs, everyone was already eating and talking amongst themselves. Everyone except for Emmett.

I put on my best smile and joined them. "Why aren't you eating, Emmett?"

"Waiting on you."

"Ok, that's sweet I guess." I knew he had some ulterior plan brewing in that thick skull of his.

"Before I cream you in Smackdown v. Raw," I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I want to challenge you to a pizza eating contest."

"Emmett," Esme warned.

"No, Esme, our little champion here can handle it, right?" His voice was soft and innocent, but his eyes practically dared me.

"Since you seem to be one of those gluttons for punishment guys, then yes, Emmett, I accept your challenge."

"Oh, come on, children! Let's not do this!" Alice groaned.

Emmett and I ignored her and faced each other on opposite sides of the coffee table.

"Emmett, you know her digestive system cannot handle this!" Edward whispered furiously.

"Don't worry about me, Edward. I have consumed bigger portions than this in my time." They all looked at me while wide eyes and mouths slightly open. Oops, guess I wasn't supposed to hear that.

"I refuse to watch this," Esme said, retreating upstairs.

"Jasper, time us," Emmett said confidently.

I tied my green bandana over my braids and relaxed my jaw muscles.

"All right. I want a good, clean fight. No taunting, no kicking, no poking, no stealing out of the other's box and no hiding food. Emmett," Jasper said fake-coughing. "Hands on your slices," Jasper pursed his lips together as if he were trying not to laugh. He looked at his watch and said, "ready, set, go!"

Eating a large wouldn't have been a problem, but I was grateful that Esme ordered a medium. As I thought this, I forced, two slices into my mouth, devouring them in three big bites. I couldn't afford to steal a glance at Emmett. Something told me that he would win this if I didn't step it up. Three slices this time. I swallowed twice, as the pizza threatened to come back up. I couldn't lose this not now.

"Go, Jasmine!" Alice cheered.

"Come on, Emmett, you can do it!" Jasper cheered.

"I can't watch this." Bella whispered.

As I forced three more slices of pizza in my mouth, the sweet smell of vanilla hit my senses. Carlisle was home.

"What in the world...?" he said looking from me to Emmett to me again.

I grabbed the last slice and stuffed it into my mouth chewing and swallowing quickly. I looked up at Emmett and he was still staring at his last slice of pizza as his face brightened to the color of alabaster.

Jasper took my wrist and held it up in the air. "Winner, by three and a half minutes, Jasmine "the powerhouse" Butler!" he exclaimed as if he were a ring announcer.

"Jasmine, what in the world is going on here?" Carlisle said, turning to me for an explanation.


"Hold that thought, Carlisle!" Emmett said running up the stairs so fast he was almost a blur.

Whoa, how the hell did he move so fast.

"Carlisle, how did he...?" My stomach started to rumble and everyone stepped back from me.

"Jasmine, are you all right?" he said, moving closer to me.

I held up a finger and covered my mouth. This was not going to be pretty.

"Oh, man someone give her a bucket." Jasper said backing up.

"She's going to blow!" Edward said, shielding Bella as if I were about to turn to Linda Blair and spew green puke everywhere.

Here it comes. I turned away from the Cullen's and let out a loud, reverberating burp. I straightened up and sighed. I turned back to the Cullen's with a wide smile on my face.

"Oh, epic!" Jasper said fanning the air with his hand.

"All right, will someone please tell me what just happened?" Carlisle said placing his hands on his sides.

"Ok, it started when Emmett challenged me to a match on Smackdown v. Raw and I beat him-."

"Whoa, you beat Emmett? I'm impressed." He said proudly.

I smiled brightly and continued. "Then he challenged me to a pizza eating contest and that's what you walked in on. Sorry, Carlisle."

He looked around at the faces of his children and began to laugh. "I'll go get the antacids."

I watched Carlisle as he walked up the stairs slowly, Esme at his side. Then I thought of how quickly Emmett ran up the stairs when he was sick. Watching Carlisle was almost like watching a skilled actor rehearsing a script.

"Are you a fan of the Hurricanes?"

I turned to Edward, getting the distinct impression that he was trying to distract me. Oh well, it didn't matter to me if the Cullen's were a little strange, they were the closest thing I had to a family now.

"Not really. I'm more of a Gator girl."

"Then why...?" he trailed off pointing at my attire.

"I took my SAT's my freshman year and sent the results to both schools. I love Florida, but Miami has my program of choice. They have knocking on my backdoor ever since." I closed my empty pizza box and took one of the remaining slices from Emmett's box.

"How you manage to eat so much and stay so little..." Alice said, shaking her head.

"Lots of exercise and a very high metabolism."

"What do you want to major in?" Edward asked again. I was a little shocked. This was the most he ever talked to me.

"English with a concentration in Creative Writing."

Once we cleaned up the living room, I sat back in front of the couch. I twirled the controller back and forth in my hands, considering my clothing options for the next day. It would be a Friday and cold, of course and...

"Crap," I muttered under my breath.

"What is it?" Alice said turning to me.

"The Football Awards Ceremony is coming up soon."

"Are you going?"

"I don't really want to, but Coach Sauer's makes me run laps if I don't. He likes to give introductions and thanks to me for cooking the breakfast."

"You cook for all of them by yourself?" Bella asked with a touch of awe in her voice.

"Yes, it's not that bad. Coach approves the menu, buys the food and pays me $600 for my troubles. I can't imagine what he's going to do when I graduate." I leaned over Jasper's arm and checked the time. He froze and stopped breathing. Guess I still smelled like garlic.

"Do you guys think Emmett will be better before the next century, I'm starting to get sleepy?"

"You might want to reschedule the match for another time, Jasmine. He's pretty sick."

"Ok." I grabbed a Dasani out of the fridge and said goodnight to everyone before heading upstairs. I brushed my teeth swallowed the dissolvable antacids Carlisle left in my room before crawling between my extra soft cotton sheets. I closed my eyes just as it started to rain outside.

"Where are my keys? No, no, don't do this!" I checked my pockets as the rain fell started to fall harder.

"Jasmine! Hey Jasmine, are you looking for these?" he laughed, shaking the keys.

"Please, just...just give me my keys and we can pretend this never happened."

They moved closer to me, laughing and stumbling. "if you want these keys, you're going to have to work for them."

He squeezed my arms, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I gagged from the taste of the beer. I struggled in his arms until I was free. I had to run. I had to run and find help. This couldn't happen. Not to me. Not with them.

I ran through the trees with them only a few steps behind me. I could see the highway through the trees now. So close. Someone would stop and help, just a little bit further. I felt the arm go around my waist, throwing me backwards against the wet, soggy ground.

They stood over me laughing. "Damn girl, where are you going? The party's just starting."

"No, please. Please, don't."


"Sshh, don't cry. You don't have to cry."

"Jasmine." The voice was louder. "Jasmine, wake up."

"I think she's going to faint."

"No, can't have that." He pulled out a large knife from his pocket and sliced me on my stomach. I screamed out as the blood started to run. "There, now that we have your attention..."

"Jasmine! Jasmine, wake up!" Carlisle said, shaking me. I opened my eyes and quickly closed them. I must have been crying because they were wet and burning.

"What-what happened?"