Chapter 1
My name is Bella Swan. I'm 18 and most people would say, that I'm insane. Why? Because, when I'm not high I see pictures, thoughts and fantasies of strangers. So your guess is right. I'm runaway drug addict.
I woke up in a hospital gown "What the he…" There were footsteps near my door, so I pretended to be asleep.
"Is she awake?" asked rough voice.
"No, looks like heroin in her system is still working" said the voice that sounded like robot. "Though I think, she'll be awake soon enough."
"Is she safely tide to her bed?" asked the first one
What? I'm tide up? Shit, this isn't good, this isn't even regular hospital. Believe me. I know, because I've been in those so often, thanks to my clumsiness that I know, there's only one hospital, where they do things like that - psychiatric hospital.
"Yes." Answered the other man and they both left, locking the door behind them.
"Shit" I cursed again under my breath. This time they got me, but why? Did I overdose again? I can't remember anything. Ok, it's relevant right now. The most important thing is to get away from this place, before they can lock me up in some cell because of my mental instability.
So first things first. How can I get free of these things around my belly and legs? "Hah, it's my lucky day!" I guess these doctors are just young or plain stupid, if they left all the surgical instruments right next to my bed. On the other hand, it wouldn't be the first time they underestimated me. Sucks for them. After 5 minutes of nibbling around I was free. Oh, it feels so good.
Now I need to find my clothes. Usually they put them in some remote place on the other side of the building, but these doctors are just idiots. All of my clothing, which wasn't much, was laid on the back of the chair in the corner.
I started to change, when I heard approaching footsteps and same sickening voices of my doctors drawing nearer to my room. I needed to run and fast! Window! It sure is my lucky day and there even aren't any bars in front of it. After few seconds I realized, why. I was on the third floor.
"Damn!" Door started to open, so I jumped. OH, MY GOD! It took every part of my will power not to scream out loud from pain. Curses flowed under my breath, because after taking the first step I realized my ankle was sprained if not broken. Trough all my pain I ran. As fast as I could ignoring the pain and possibility of tripping over my feet.
Yeah it's short, but it will get better, so please review and thanks for reading :)
p.s. I don't own Twilight or the characters. It's all S. Meyers. But, the plot is all mine. Enjoy :)