A/n-I am not Stephenie Meyer… Nor will I ever be. I'm just using her characters for a bunch of fun. Criticism is welcome with open arms!
Crazy Little Thing Called Love- Prologue.
Everyone was staring at me. It made me feel… Awkward. If there's one thing I hate, it's being the center of attention.
I tried to avoid looking into anyone's eyes. They'd be able to see right through me and figure out why I come to these group therapy sessions. Don't get me wrong-I'm not the only one that knows. My doctor does too. I just requested that he keep quiet.
But no one in this room has ever heard me speak, let alone seen me open my mouth even the slightest. Not even my parents can get anything out of me.
"Isabella?" I look up to the leader of these sessions. "Did you hear what I asked you?"
No wonder everyone was staring at me. The thought I'd speak. I shake my head no. "Very well then." The 'supposed' doctor says. He scribbles on the stupid piece of paper on his stupid clipboard. I hate that noise. He moves to the next person.
Thank God, I think to myself.
I watch the clock. Once the minute hand reaches the twelve and the hour hand is on the three, I stand up and head for the door. "Isabella! Sit back down. I haven't dismissed this session yet!" I hate his voice.
I ignore him and keep walking. You'd think after 6 weeks of these sessions twice a week they'd be used to this by now.
Oh, and for the record, I prefer the name Bella.
A/n-I know it's short. But it's the prologue. Just to give you a taste of what you've gotten yourself into. I don't have a set update schedule. But I'll try to get at least a little something-something out to you every week! Hope you enjoy this.