A/N - My first story on . Of course, constructive criticism is always, always welcome.

A quick outline so you know what's going on:
Edward and Bella - both human - but not a lot of other characters, unless I decide to add them in later - maybe I will, I don't know....
Edward lives with his mum - Esme - and Bella lives with her parents - Renee and Charlie - who are obviously together in the story. Set in forks.

Also, sometimes, I often find I will write from different perspectives where I feel appropriate, sometimes I'm just curious.

Disclaimer: Twilight and all it's characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I don't own it, I didn't write it, and I didn't create any of the characters, very sadly.

Edward POV

I observed the room with mild distaste. It really was like some Hollywood movie set; circle of chairs, shitty cordial, home brand biscuits and all.

I didn't even attempt to wipe the frown off my face, even though I probably looked possessed – I had agreed to come, but I'd never said I would pretend to be happy about it.

I stared at the cheesy motivational posters plastered all over the walls, that said stuff like "Winners never quit; quitters never win", and wondered if it were possible for them to make me feel any less motivated. I wanted to tear them the fuck down so I wouldn't have to look at all the happy – fucking – non quitting – cartoon elephants anymore.

The shrink sat down, and actually clapped her hands together – because there was just so much fucking noise in the room.

I was wrestling with myself as I listened to the sounds of the other teenagers shuffling to the ring of chairs.

I was itching to just throw myself off the wall and get as far away from this fucking place, but some tiny, sane part of my brain told me I would regret it like a bitch later.

Instead, I shoved myself off the wall, tore my eyes off the door, and dragged my feet to join the circle.

The sight of them all sitting, looking so fucking conventional made me want to vomit up the contents of my stomach and some. I squeezed myself through the space between a small looking girl and some really fat guy. It was silent, which was awkward, as I dropped into the last empty chair and folded my arms across my chest.

Everybody was staring at me, which was really shitting me, until the shrink gave a cough and they all looked at her.

"My name is Sue," she said, but tapped her name tag as well.

No shit you douche bag.

"And I want to congratulate you all for making the decision to come here. I hope that I'll be able to get to know all of you very well soon,"

Over my dead body. What part of I don't want to fucking be here, don't you get?

"I strongly believe in the immensely significant healing power of group counselling, and so these sessions – sharing and talking about your problems with your peers; people your own age, is endlessly beneficial," she took a long pause then, and made a point of smiling at each and every one of us around the circle in turn.

I wondered what sort of minimum wage she was getting paid to say this shit.

"I also believe that the first step to recovery is admitting your problem; so, we're going to go around the circle, please tell us your name, and why you're here,"

Holy fucking Christ. I wanted to gouge my eyes out with a rusty fucking fork. Could this possibly get anymore clichéd?

She started with the guy to her left, who told us about how much he gets taunted at school.

The next girl told us about her eating disorder; talking in detail about her aversion to food, and I very nearly fell asleep. She glared at me when she finally finished.

The next guy spoke about his over – eating disorder, telling us about how very much he is addicted to food, which was evident in his size, and also slightly disturbing.

It was only vaguely interesting to me how the majority of these stories had managed to hold my interest, but I didn't allow it too much thought. If I was honest with myself – something that I rarely was – I knew that it was easier listening to other peoples problems than thinking about mine. So much easier.

The shrink was looking at the chick next to me, who met her gaze looking bored. She emanated I don't care waves.

"I'm Bella," she said, "and I'm here because 3 months ago, I tried to kill myself,"

Silence.

Then the circle erupted in gasps and whispers, until Sue hushed them.

Wait what?

The girl had a fucking annoying smug look on her face. What the fuck was that about? How was she so nonchalant?

I dart my eyes up, and find that Sue is staring at me. Realising that it is supposed to be my turn, I look right back with a death stare that screams 'You're not getting one motherfucking thing out of me, so just give up'

Eventually, she does, turning to the guy on my other side without a second glance.

I managed to tune the rest of the people out; I used up all my patience on the first half of the circle.

Finally, mercifully, the moment comes, and Sue says, "Well done, everyone. I'm extremely proud of all of you, admitting your problems is the hardest part," Her eyes lingered on me when she said, "I hope I'll see all of you again next week,"

I didn't wait for anymore of a dismissal than that. I slid my chair back across the floor, and shoved my way out of the fucking circle. Sue doesn't say anything, so I take that as an indication that she won't mind if I leave and get as far away from this room as possible.

I didn't look back as I turned the door handle and then slammed the door behind me.

Fuck, eating disorders and suicidal chicks and stereotypical therapists; this was some weird as shit.

Sounds like it's going to be just my style.

A/N - Reviews are awesome, and I've got heaps more up my sleeve, so please do?!

P.S - while I'm here, I'll apologise for my language - I swear compulsively, so I apologise if I offend anyone!