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The Healing Process

Summary:
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?


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6. Chapter 6 Scars

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Chapter 6: Scars

~CPOV~

"Carlisle, we need to talk about Jasmine," Edward said when Emmett finally came back downstairs. Now that the greasy food was out of his system, he seemed to look like his normal self, though slightly embarrassed.

"Yes, it would seem as though I missed out on quite an eventful evening," I said taking my place at the head of the dining room table. Whenever there was something important to discuss with the family, we always sat at the table. Esme sat to my right with Rosalie and Emmett beside her. Edward took his place on my left with Bella and Jasper at his side and Alice at the opposite end of the table.

"Yes, you missed a very amusing game between Jasmine and Emmett. Oh and Emmett, the score is Jasmine two, Emmett zero," Alice gloated.

Emmett stuck out his lips as if he were about to pout. I could see Edward growing impatient to my left.

"What is it that you wish to discuss, Edward?"

"A couple things. One, her hearing," he said jumping straight to the point. "I am very concerned. She hears what we say, and I know the decline in her vision makes the other senses stronger, but no human can hear us when we don't wish them to."

"Is she sleeping now?" I asked before weighing in on my son's concerns.

He paused for a moment then winced slightly. "Yes."

"What is it, Edward?"

"The other thing I wanted to tell you about. Her thoughts and her dreams-I guess I should say nightmares are like none I have come across."

"And her feelings mainly consist of overwhelming sadness, self-loathing and shame," Jasper added.

"Could this have anything to do with her parents' deaths?"

"Yes, but only in the grander scheme of things. For instance, she keeps dreaming about running from someone. Carlisle, throughout the course of one day, we have all noticed that Jasmine behaves as someone who has been..." Edward trailed off. I followed his gaze as it landed briefly on Rosalie before settling on the table's surface.

"I see." We were all quiet for a minute. I could feel my family's gaze on me as I tried to control the feelings of sadness, anger, and my strong desire to protect her. I already saw Jasmine as a daughter and the thought of someone hurting her in that way made the venom rise in my mouth.

"Should one of us try to talk to her about it?" Bella asked. Usually she was the quietest at these meetings, but looking at her now, I could see the concern in her eyes.

"No," Rosalie answered. "If what Edward thinks is right, then the last thing she needs right now is to be confronted about it. I'm willing to bet that this is something she's held onto for a while now. We have to let her make the first move."

The kids looked at Rosalie with the same shocked expression I'm sure I had. Rosalie, the anti-human advocate, the same woman who literally wanted to rip me to shreds for inviting Jasmine to live with us was starting to show concern for the girl.

"I agree with Rosalie. Right now we should just-." I was instantly cut off by Jasmine's terrified scream.

As I raced up the stairs with my family at my heels, Jasmine's screams were stopped short by her pleas. "No, please. Please, don't do this."

Reaching her door, I pushed it open a little too hard, causing it to fall from the hinges. In an instant, I was at her bedside. In the bed, she thrashed and gasped, sobbing wildly.

"Alice." Before her name left my lips, Alice was around the other side of the bed, holding Jasmine by her shoulders.

"Edward, what is she dreaming about?" Esme asked, gently stroking Jasmine's face.

"Blood, blood and men." He replied in disgust.

"Carlisle, what is that?" Rosalie said pointing at Jasmine's stomach. Her top had risen a little throughout her thrashing and it looked as though there was a scar. From the crash maybe?

"No," Edward said answering my thoughts.

Grabbing the bottom of her top, I carefully slid it up her abdomen as my family gasped behind me. Starting from below her breasts and ending right above her pelvis was a long, scar about 12 inches long and about three inches deep. Edward was right, of all the injuries she sustained from the crash this was not one of them.

"Oh my God," Bella whispered burying her face in Edward's chest.

"They did that to her." Edward growled.

"How many?" I whispered, though I knew he could hear me.

"Two."

Rosalie hissed and stormed out of the room. Emmett looked after Rosalie, but was unsure if he should leave or not.

"Go after her, Emmett. Guys, I'm going to wake her up. Maybe you should-."

"I'm staying," Alice said firmly.

"I'll go. I'll be in our room, love," Edward whispered to Bella before hurrying out of the room. Jasper followed him out after quickly repairing the door.

"Jasmine," I said after pulling her shirt back down.

"No, please. Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.

"Jasmine, wake up," I called more firmly. It pained me to see her this way. I started to shake her a little. "Jasmine!"

Her eyes flew open, before closing again quickly. Her eyes were becoming more sensitive to light. She had less time than I originally thought. She sat up quickly looking around her. Her body was thick with sweat.

"What-what happened?"

"You were having a nightmare." My eyes trailed down to her left arm, which was now shaking furiously. "What's wrong with your arm?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. "It just does that when I have nightmares. I usually don't have nightmares this bad, but I forgot to get my medication refilled."

"What medication are you taking?"

"Alprazolam." She lowered her eyes as if she were ashamed. This drug was for more than anxiety. It was an antidepressant.

"When you come home tomorrow after school, I will have it waiting for you. Also, I want to go ahead and start on some of your vision treatments." Looking at her pupils now, I knew it was a futile effort. There was only one thing that would save her vision now...

"I'm so sorry for disturbing all of you."

"You did not disturb us, honey. You just scared us a little," Esme said, holding her hand. Jasmine's arm finally stopped shaking.

"Yeah, we just wanted to make sure that you were all right," Alice said softly.

"I am now."

I stood, motioning for the others to let Jasmine rest. I closed her door before taking one glance at her. She turned, facing the window, clutching her large, stuffed plush Bugs Bunny toy. Even through the door, I could still hear her sobbing softly. The kids retreated to their rooms, leaving feelings of helplessness hanging in the air.

"I'm so worried about her Carlisle. Keeping something that horrible bottled up is tearing her up inside. Is there nothing that we can do?" Esme asked resting her head against my chest.

I hugged her closer, sighing into her soft hair. "All we can do now is wait for her to trust us enough to open up about it. I just hope we can help her get through it then."

~RPOV~

"Ooh, god that was disgusting." Emmett mumbled through the bathroom door. He finally regurgitated the pizza for his idiotic contest with Jasmine.

"Well, if you weren't so busy acting like a child then you wouldn't be sick right now, would you?" I said a little bit harsher than necessary. It just made me sick that everyone was fawning all over that little human. It was as if I was reliving when Bella first came into our lives-just without the klutziness.

"I'm sorry, Rose," Emmett said, walking out of the bathroom. He pulled me into his arms, staring at me with those soft, wide eyes of his. "Please don't be mad at me."

I was close to giving in under the intensity of his gaze, but I figured I may as well get a little bit of compensation for having to inhale that disgusting pile of goop the humans call food. "I am furious, Emmett. You make yourself sick because you want to compete with that human and you ignored me tonight. Give me reason why you think that you should be forgiven?"

"Well, if you forgive me," he whispered the rest in my ear and I was pretty much butter in his arms.

"Family meeting guys," Edward called quieter than usual from downstairs. I growled softly as Emmett led me down the stairs. We walked into the dining room, taking our seats just as Edward began to talk. "Carlisle, we need to talk to you about, Jasmine."

Oh, great. Once again, the human was the topic of our discussion. Edward frowned slightly, hearing my thoughts. I didn't care. If he kept it up, he would get a blow-by-blow analysis of Emmett and me playing "Find the Cherry," last night.

"Yes, it would seem as though I missed out on quite an eventful evening," Carlisle said with a smile.

"Yes, you missed a very amusing game between Jasmine and Emmett. Oh and Emmett, the score is Jasmine two, Emmett zero," Alice gloated.

Emmett grumbled and Edward sighed impatiently. God, he was such a drama queen!

"What is it that you wish to discuss, Edward?"

"A couple things. One, her hearing," he said jumping straight to the point. "I am very concerned. She hears what we say, and I know the decline in her vision makes the other senses stronger, but no human can hear us when we don't wish them to."

"Is she sleeping now?" Carlisle asked as I stared at the wall, wondering what I should wear tomorrow for school.

He paused for a moment then winced slightly. "Yes."

"What is it, Edward?"

"The other thing I wanted to tell you about. Her thoughts and her dreams-I guess I should say nightmares are like none I have come across."

"And her feelings mainly consist of overwhelming sadness, self-loathing and shame," Jasper added.

"Could this have anything to do with her parents' deaths?"

"Yes, but only in the grander scheme of things. For instance, she keeps dreaming about running from someone. Carlisle, throughout the course of one day, we have all noticed that Jasmine behaves as someone who has been..." Edward trailed off. As his gaze rested on me, before quickly lowering to the table, I realized I didn't need his powers to hear what he refused to say. I could feel my family's gaze on me. Emmett squeezed my hand underneath the table as I considered this.

Carlisle continued talking, but I wasn't listening to what he was saying. Could this really be true?

"Should one of us try to talk to her about it?" Bella asked.

"No," I said meeting my family's gaze. "If what Edward thinks is right, then the last thing she needs right now is to be confronted about it. I'm willing to bet that this is something she's held onto for a while now. We have to let her make the first move."

No one else said anything after I finished talking. They were probably shocked that I showed a little concern for the...for Jasmine.

"I agree with Rosalie. Right now we should just-." Carlisle stopped short as Jasmine screamed as though she were being murdered.

We all left the dining room and practically flew up the stairs. Carlisle arrived first, literally pushing Jasmine's bedroom door off the hinges. She was thrashing and whimpering in the bed. If it were not for her talking, we would have thought she was having a seizure.

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

Carlisle sat at her bedside calling for Alice to restrain her from possibly hurting herself.

"Edward, what is she dreaming about?" Esme asked, gently stroking Jasmine's face.

"Blood, blood and men." He replied in disgust.

It was at that point that I saw it. The tip of a deep, scar on Jasmine's hip. "Carlisle, what is that?"

"No," Edward said. I started to feel Emmett's frustration whenever Edward had those silent conversations with another member of the family.

Carlisle carefully grabbed the bottom of her top, sliding it up her abdomen as my family gasped around me. Starting from below her breasts and ending right above her pelvis was a long, scar about 12 inches long and about three inches deep. At first glance, I might have believed it was from the crash, but the precision of it proved that it wasn't.

"Oh my God," Bella whispered burying her face in Edward's chest.

"They did that to her." Edward growled.

"How many?" Carlisle whispered.

"Two."

I hissed and stormed out of the room. I had to get out of there. I couldn't hear anymore. I had to leave and clear my head. I could hear my family's voices as I took refuge in the garage underneath my car.

"Go after her, Emmett. Guys, I'm going to wake her up. Maybe you should-."

"I'm staying," Alice said firmly.

"I'll go. I'll be in our room, love," Edward whispered to Bella before hurrying out of the room. I heard Jasper's footsteps leaving the room after quickly repairing Jasmine's door. I was so upset. I could do nothing except lay underneath the car, closing my eyes to block out Carlisle's attempts to bring Jasmine out of her nightmare.

"Rose? Babe, are you okay?" Emmett called softly.

I didn't respond. I knew if I opened my mouth, nothing but loud dry sobs would come out. He sat against Edward's Volvo patiently waiting for me to get myself together. I slid out from under the car, pulling my knees up into my chest. We only talked about Royce and that night once and that was when I decided to tell him how I came to be a vampire.

Emmett took my hand, breaking the ice. "This kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it?"

All I could do was nod.

"I kind of just thought that Carlisle would turn her and that would be the end of it. I never expected to-."

"Grow so attached to her. I feel so awful, Em."

"Why?" he said, moving closer to me.

For the first time in my life as a vampire or even when I was a human, I felt ashamed. "I-I hated her when she came here. I hared her, I hated Carlisle, I even hated you for taking to her so quickly."

"Rose," he said softly.

"Emmett, even though so many years have passed, I still remember it like it just happened. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about it.

Emmett pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. I never felt safer than I did in his arms.