An Author's Warning: Due to the increasing number of scary reviews I've been getting for this story, I decided that I would go back and give y'all a little heads up. This is not a happy story. Nothing about this story is happy. I'm not going to tell you what happens in this story because if you're interested I don't want to ruin the ending. This is the first story I wrote on this account and it's also one of the darkest stories on this site. This isn't light hearted and funny like my other stories. This isn't a funny story. So, now you can't say that I didn't warn you.

Summary: When Edward said it will be like he never existed, he meant it. No one knows who the Cullens are and Bella is sent away to a hospital near Forks. Suck at summaries.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

"My sanity wrote a suicide note but
One of us is illiterate
And the other is blind"
-Otep Shayma (Nein)

My Sanity's Suicide Note

"No!" I screamed at Charlie as I threw the clothes Charlie had packed for me on the floor. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I stomped my foot onto the wrinkled fabric. I looked up to see Charlie staring at me, his eyes wide. "I'm not going." I told him angrily.

"Bella." He whispered, swallowing hard.

"I'm not going, Charlie." I hissed. Charlie stepped back hurt, I had only called him Charlie to his face once, and that's when I was leaving to with Edward into hiding, though I'd doubt he remembered it.

He shook his head, grabbing another handful of my clothes. I screamed at him and threw myself across the room, hitting his arms, as I fought for my clothes. Charlie stared at me, shocked. I grabbed the clothes he was holding and tried to yank them from his fingers with little success. His mouth hardened before he yanked the clothes from my fingers and threw them on the bed, I ran to them, but he wrapped his arms around my waist before I could make it to the bed and hoisted me in the air. I screamed out of shock and anger and started to hit and kick him, my fists and feet landing on various parts of his body, he continued to hold me as he dragged me out of my room. I wrapped my fingers on the door frame as I tried to pull myself out of his arms. Charlie continued to walk down the hall, my fingers slipped. I screamed and thrashed against his body. Charlie stumbled down the stairs, awkwardly, my abuse never fading.

When we got down stairs, Charlie threw me on the couch and went to his police uniform. I got up and tried to run up stairs again, I stumbled on the first step but I pulled myself back up. I got half way up the stairs before Charlie caught up to me and pinned me against the wall, holding my wrists behind my back, his shoulder digging into my back. I growled at him pathetically. He was faster than he looked.

"This hurts me just as much as it hurts you." His voice was hollow. I growled at him louder, I could feel the metal hit my wrists before the loud click, realization flooded my eyes. I thrashed against his grip but he only pinned my harder against the wall. The sound of the second loud click finalized my restrictions; more tears fell out of the corner of my eyes as I continued to fight Charlie. He led me down the stairs; I fought with him, my hands clasped behind my back. I felt like a criminal.

"He's real!" I screamed louder, throwing myself into the air. Charlie continued to lead me out of the front door, to the cruiser. He was annoyingly silent, I screamed louder, thrusting my body into the air. I hated what I was doing to Charlie, but I hated what he was doing to me more.

He opened the door to the cruiser. He put his hand on my head and pushed me in. He closed the door quickly after I fell on the plastic hard seats. I screamed loudly as I kicked at the window. He grimaced as he headed back to the house, his head was down. I continued to kick, long after the screen door closed. I wasn't giving up that easily. My legs hurt and my ankles were swollen when I finally gave up and sat on the hard seat alone. I'd given up on crying, though I knew I wasn't done. There was no hope of escaping and no hope of return, until I was "cured."

"It will be like I never existed." Edward's words still linger in the back of my mind. I knew he wasn't lying when he told me, but I didn't know it was to this extreme. Edward had only mention in passing about how sometimes people found out about them being vampires, usually do to over imagination, and how he sometimes manipulated their minds to make them forget they were there. I never paid much thought to it, until I told Charlie about Edward leaving. Charlie didn't know anyone that went by that name and all the records in the school and the hospital were gone, no traces left of them ever being there. The only thing that was left that the Cullens had ever passed through my life were the memories and the crescent scar on my wrist.

A few weeks ago, Charlie and Renee' agreed that it was time for me to get "special treatment" After "discussing" it with me, Charlie went with his better judgment and enrolled me as a patient in the Washington Psychiatric Hospital.

I awkwardly pulled my knees to my chest. I never felt so alone in my life. I laid my head on my knees, my wrist scratching the metal handcuffs. After a few seconds of awkward pain and annoying muscle cramps, I pulled my knees back to the floor and waited impatiently for Charlie to come back with my suitcase.

He came out a few minutes later. It felt like hours. He threw my clothes in the trunk and opened the door to the cruiser. He sat behind the wheel and sighed. "Bells, I'm only doing this for your own good." He said sadly, as he pulled his seat belt across his chest and stared the car. I stared at him, giving him the silent treatment.

He stared at me through the mirror; his eyes were swollen and red. I snapped the air, I'm sure it looked pathetic but I didn't care, I was angry. Charlie sighed; his cheeks were stained with tears. I'm sure mine were to. He looked back at the road and set the car to drive, I glared at the back of his head, mentally hoping that a hole would burn in the back of his head. I sighed inwardly; I never get what I want.

The drive was awkward and painfully silent. Charlie would say sorry to me every now and then, I'd return it with a threatening growl. He would sigh and mumble something under his breath.

I spent most of the trip (when I wasn't growling at Charlie) looking out the window, taking in all the things that I was going to miss while I was "getting better." I cursed at myself for being this pathetic, for being this desperately in love with a guy that obviously didn't love me the same, if he did, he would have never left me.

I fought back tears as I stared at my new "home". It looked like a mansion, the only sign that it wasn't were metal letters on the side of the brick wall spelling out: "Washington Psychiatric Hospital." I hit my head hard on the metal railing that was protecting Charlie from me, well that and the handcuffs that were digging into my skin.

"Bella." His voice was harsh as he let me out of the cruiser. "I want you to be on your best behavior." I stumbled out of the car awkwardly, nearly falling flat on my face. Charlie grabbed my shoulders and helped back up. His grip tightened on my shoulder and his hand wrapped around the handcuffs, hinting that was keeping an eye on me. He led me to the entrance of the hospital. I groaned when I saw the interior.

Everything was white, except for the plant sitting by the front desk that was brown. I guess someone forgot to water it. I stared at it while Charlie talked to the nurse. I didn't listen to what he had to say. I stared at the plant, feeling the sudden urge get a bucket full of water and dump it on the dehydrated weed.

I jumped a little when I felt catalysts hands touch my wrist. I glanced back to see Charlie releasing my wrists from their restraints, the nurse was standing next to him, smiling. I growled at her, my eyebrows furrowing. I was in a growling mood today. Charlie pushed my shoulder, hard, giving me a stern look. I turned back to the tree, making a mental note to buy a water bottle and dump the contents on the cracked soil.

"Hello Isabella." The nurse greeted me stepping in front of me. I glanced up at her. Her red hair was tied back in a high bun, a pair of glasses rested on the edge of her nose. She wore what any nurse would wear, a white dress, with white shoes. She wasn't big but she was thick. She handed out her hand. I didn't take it, mostly because Charlie hadn't finished releasing my wrists from his metal restraints.

"Bella." I said softly, turning my head back to the tree.

"Ok. Bella." Her voice was annoyingly over optimistic. "I would like to welcome you to Washington Psychiatric Hospital; this will be your new home for the next couple of months."

I turned to Charlie, my anger rising. "How long do you plan on keeping me here?!" I screamed at him, making sure he heard the hurt in my voice. Charlie frowned and turned back to the nurse.

"Ms…"His voice trailed when he realized he didn't know what her last name was.

"Autumn. Jill Autumn." She smiled at him.

"Ms. Autumn," Charlie said, clearing his throat. "How long do you plan on keeping Bella here?"

Jill shrugged casually, her smiling never twitching. "It's really up to Dr. Burk, it depends on if he believes she's ready to leave or not. It usually no more than a year-" She tried to continue but I jumped it, tears falling out of my eyes.

"A year?! You're keeping me here for a year?!" My voice broke and I stared at Charlie, wishing that I just accepted Edward's request to forget about him. Charlie flinched.

"Of course!" Jill defended her voice anxious. "It probably won't take that long, that's only for extreme cases, I think Bella and Dr. Burk are going to get along just fine." She smiled at me. I turned my head. I didn't realize I was that petty.

I didn't see Charlie's expression, afraid to see the pain that I caused him. I was angry but I wasn't heartless. I heard a deep sigh before his voice broke the eerie silence. "I'll get Bella's stuff." I turned to look at him, waiting for him to smile at me, throwing his arms at me and yelling surprise as Edward and the rest of the Cullens pop up from behind the desk.

Jill frowned. "That won't be necessary; we have a strict dress code, here. So all clothes are provided, and anything else she might need." Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Jill sighed. "There's been a lot of…" She searched for the right word. "Accidents here. And Dr. Burk decided it would be safer if we made our patients wear a uniform and keep them away from anything that might be damaging to their health."

My mouth dropped. "What do you think I'm going to do here?" My voice was louder than I was hoping for.

Jill looked at me. "It's just a precaution, Ms. Swan, don't take it personally."

"Don't take it personally." I yelled, throwing my free arms in the air. "You're taking me from everything!"

Jill sighed. "Ms. Swan, if you don't calm down I'll call the other nurses down here and we'll make you calm down." Her voice was venom, her eyes glowed I took a step back a little uncomfortable. After she saw my reaction, she smiled again, her face scrunching up. "Now if you'll excuse us Mr. Swan, there's a lot here that I would love to show Bella before lunch begins." She turned on her heels, leaving me alone with my father, if I could still call him that.

Charlie looked at me, holding his arms out in an awkward gesture. I didn't walk to him. He sighed, dropping his arms and patted me on the shoulder, instead. I fought the urge to nudge myself away. "Bella." His voice was soft. "Please get better." He turned around before I could react or maybe so I wouldn't see him cry again. I stared at him dumbfound as he walked out of the building, not giving a glance behind him. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Goodbye, Dad." I whispered, wiping away my tears before they could stain my cheeks.

End Chapter

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