Summery: Zoie, a young girl in a mental hospital, she sees hallucinations, including her dead father. She can somewhat bring her hallucinations to life. one day she brakes out of the hospital in Seattle, and finds herself in La Push only to find love in a smoking Indian boy. Can this insane girl handle the insane?

I kind of, somewhat based this story off the song "Brick by boring brick" by paramour. (Really good song) P.S. Zoie does not see the dead.

I do not own twilight; I do own Zoie, but not twilight.

Nor do I own the song lyrics of "Brick by boring brick" (Freakin good song)

"So Zoey—"

"It's Zoie"

"Pardon me?"

"It's Zoie with an IE not EY"

"I am very sorry, Zoie—"

"But you can call me Zoë, two dots over the E"

I watched the lanky doctor scribble some notes on to his clipboard before he addressed me again.

"So Zoe—"

"Two dots over the E" I leaned back in the hard plastic chair Watching Dr. Mort.

"Yes Zoë, I got the two dots…"

"Over the E?"

He let out a frustrated sigh, "Yes Zoë, over the E."

"Very good" I parsed like he was a child and I was the adult.

"Now Zoë, would you mind telling me about these hallucinations you have?"

"I have them, end of story. If I didn't I wouldn't be in this place now would I?"

He ignored my answer and read off his cupboard "It says here that you started seeing your dead father?"

"Well, well It seems some one can read" I cooed "The last guy only stayed my doctor for a month, he said I was too difficult" I rolled my eyes scoffing at the idea "Ha! I just was trying to keep the happiness in this place. It's always so dark and glum"

Dr. Mort stared at me in bewilderment.

I flashed him a toothy grin.

Zoie, stop being a bitch and answer the questions My Father scolded.

"Zoë, how did your father die?" Dr. Mort leaned forward in his seat. I meet his flat brown gaze with my stone one.

I leaned forward as well, bracing my arms atop my knees.

I spoke my answer slowly and softly. A horrible lullaby sliding form my lips,

"I killed him."

I had been different ever since I was born. Father said I when I came out of the womb I did not cry. Not until a few moments latter when my Mother died did I shed tears. Father said that I knew I killed her.

I didn't act like a child either. While girls like Sally played with dollies or dress up, I was outside ripping the wings off of butterflies.

When most children got bedtime stories or a sweet lullaby, I got the story behind the sweet.

When girls where getting there training bra, I made my first scarlet dress.

On Halloween kids where dressing up and getting candy, I light candles and spoke spells.

And then when kids forgot there imaginary friends, I started seeing more; most of the time it was a flock of colored birds, butterflies, fairies, or dark princess.

But then, they started telling me things. Like how Sally was hit at home; or that Jimmy never seen his dad; and how Miss. Candy worked the corners on the weekends.

And then one day Sally came over with half the class and started calling me names.

"Look at the weird girl"

"She talks to herself all the time"

"Weird girl, weird girl, weird girl!"

Flutter came with her flock of fairy friends. They buzzed around my head. We can hurt her for you Zoë, because we love you Zoë

My head was pounding and I started screaming "Stop it, stop it stop it!"

I thrust my hands out in front of me, pushing on an invisible wall.

Flutter must have thought that Sally was hurting me, or even if she didn't, she was a ruthless little thing, because the next thing I heard was an ear-piercing screech of pain. Sally was writhing on the ground, long jagged scrapes appearing on her face and arms.

The kids backed away. There eyes round and full of fear. Some runaway screaming, others said they where going to tell Miss. Candy.

I stood there and watched the fairies laugh and bite Sally. Miss. Candy came out yelling and flailing her arms like a puppet. Flutter and her friends stopped and smiled a bloody smile at me chanting we love you Zoë

I got in big trouble after.

That day, was also the same day,

I killed my Father.

I sat on my bed, rocking back and forth humming quietly to the creaking sound of the springs.

A nurse poked her head in.

"Lights out"

He face was soft with laugh lines and a nice smile. I nodded, putting out my hand palm up. She came in and dropped the pills in my hand and held out a cup of water.

I popped them in my mouth before chugging the water. The lady smiled this one not as nice as the first.

She hates children Flutter giggled she almost killed her son, but I won't let her hurt you Zoë she buzzed lazily around the room.

I forced a smile at the nurse, and lifted my hand to swat at flutter.

The nurse shook her frizzy head of hair before leavening the room. I waited until I heard the lock click before grabbing the collar of my shirt.

I watched the camera out of the corner of my eye.

"Flutter" I called out softly.

She stopped her meaningless…fluttering to star at me with wide, black eyes. "Is someone watching me right now?"

No one is watching you Zoë. You are safe. She smiled showing a sharp row of eerie, tinted green, teeth.

I then pretended to cough into my shirt, spiting out the vile pills.

Smiling to myself I lied down on the squeaky bed, closing my eyes in feign slumber.

Everything was dark and I was sure the watch men where quite sleepy; the only sounds where the whirling of a fan, and my Fathers quiet humming.

"Father"

Yes Zoie?

"You can open the doors now."

Are you sure you want to leave?

"I wanted to leave the moment I got here" My lips turned down remembering the night.

I hope you know what your doing he sighed

"When have I ever not known" I said, smiling. I could almost hear my father shake his head.

I waited in the dark, my ears more alert then I thought possible. I jumped up before I even heard the click, but then I was off, sliding like a snake between the heavy door and the wall.

I swept my gaze up and down the hall, my bare feet slapping ageist the cold marble floor.

I thought for sure someone would see me, or my very unique orange hair; it was a wildfire on my head.

I laughed quietly to myself; Father had always said the same thing. I turned a corner and the finial door was dead in front of me. I sprinted like a bat out of hell; witch really, was quite true.

"Hey you! How the hell did you get out of your room—Hey! Get back here!"

It was the Nurse form earlier. Poor thing, most likely would be fired after I was gone.

I pushed the doors open and stumbled out into the darken street. I turned around just in time to see some security guards slam into the glass door. The glass rattled, quivering with the force of impact. The guards started yelling at me.

Mostly 'come back' or 'stay put'

I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my wild head. I stood and turned to the guards, raising my hand in a mock salute,

"See yeah, Suckers"

Holy carp!

Is Zoie messed up or what? Really this was just a weird story I came up with.

Is it good enough to continue?

But just to remind you, again, Zoie does not see dead people, her hallucinations she can somewhat bring to life.

And yes she is somewhat insane.

I am still deciding what wolf would be good for her, got any ideas?

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