PrefaceI sat here in the little, bland room with the others. I knew the doctors expected me to share my story today, after being here for nearly a week, but I doubted that I was ready. No, I knew I wasn't ready.
Dr. Cullen started the session as I expected. Of course, he pointed to me right away.
"This is Isabella Swan, she is going to be join our group consoling session. Would anyone like to introduce themselves, and why they are here, first?" The nice looking doctor seemed kind and sincere but anyone forcing me to talk to them was just evil. Well, not as evil as…
"I'm Rosalie, they say I have an eating disorder and my parents had me admitted to this lovely loony bin." A gorgeous blonde, who was clearly too skinny said that.
The Doctor then replied, "We do not call it that Rose, it's a hospital specifically for mental health, you don't have to be mentally ill."
"Yeah, it just helps." This time a very built dark hair man said it. Laughing as he spoke. "I'm Emmett, I had an addiction to my pain medicine after a car crash, which kept me from playing football, which took away my scholarship. And that totally screwed over my life." He had stoped laughing by the time he was done talking.
After that it went in a circle. A tiny black hair girl was next, "I'm Alice, have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I admitted myself so that I could learn how to control them a bit more." Come to think of it she did look a bit more keyed up then everyone else.
Next was a blonde, tall boy who looked miserable, "I'm Jasper, I suffer from depression and anxiety attacks." Well, that explained why he looked like he did.
Last we got to the bronze hair, best looking guy. His green eyes stood out more then anything else in the room. "My name is Edward. Two months ago I tried to kill myself." He very quickly let the subject drop, even though I could feel Dr. Cullen's staring trying to get him to tell more
It was my turn and I had no idea what to say. There were several things wrong with my now. I settled with the simplest. "My name is Bella, I'm here to recover from a traumatic ordeal." I used the same words my original shrink had used. They didn't need the details, and I didn't want to tell them. Three weeks, five days and two hours ago I was held hostage at the bank. I was then kidnapped and took to a motel with my captor and his accomplice. I never told anyone what happened in between arriving at the hotel and the maid finding me tied up in the closet the next day. Because if I did, James would find me and kill me, just like he promised. However, I knew if I didn't tell them what happened the nightmares would haunt me for the rest of my life.