AN: Here is another story, I need more reviews if I am to continue the other story's, so here is one I have been wanting to put up. Sorry for the author's note.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Chapter 1: Norman

Here I was. I was with Charlie in the cruiser going who-knows-where. He didn't tell me and I didn't ask. We were driving along and I was sinking deeper into my memories. I was daring to think of him. How he could always get me to be happy. Well, it seems he is the only one who can make me happy. I haven't been happy since he left. How nice of him, to take away my only chance of happiness.

We arrived and I looked at the building. It was ruddy and didn't look stable to me. There was a sign on the top that said 'Norman's Counseling for the Disturbed'. What the hell? Who is Norman and why are we at counseling. And why does it say 'for the Disturbed'? I am not going in there.

Charlie got out and looked at me expectantly. Well, okay, I will do this for Charlie. He is the only reason I live on this planet still. I hesitantly got out of the car. I was about to walk in when I saw Charlie talking to someone and point to me. I took a breath and stepped inside the building. I walked over to a chair and sat down and waited.

It was one minute after Charlie sat down that I was called in. I looked to Charlie and he mouthed 'Go'. So he wanted me to go in? Fine.

I followed a bald man and he took us to a room with a couch and a chair. I sat on the couch. He sat on the chair.

He leaned forward and opened his mouth, that was bad, very bad because he asked, "Why are you here?"

"…"

"Hello? Why are you here? Did someone do anything to you to disturb you?"

"Yea, you are disturbing me. I have no idea why the hell I am here."

"Um, well, did anyone hurt you physically? Or emotionally?"

He just wouldn't give up. "No one hurt me physically."

"What about emotional heartbreak?"

"Shut the fuck up! Stop trying to pry into my life! Who the hell do you think you are?" I was a little pissed and this guy was ticking me off. This normally wasn't me.

He told me to stay there and he went to leave. I don't know what came over me, but I stood up. Maybe it was the fact that he was going to go somewhere and probably tell someone I was on drugs or something. Why not make my craziness more apparent?

I jumped on him and started screaming at him, "Where are you going? Huh? Where are you going bald man? To tell someone that I won't talk?"

Charlie came barging in the door and looked at me like I was on drugs. He probably thought I was. He came over and grabbed me and off of the bald man's back.

He brought me out to the car and we got in. we drove home in silence while I let my mind drift. Why had I jumped on him? Why couldn't I talk about Edward? Because he broke me beyond repair? That's when it hit me. I was broken beyond repair. There was only one option if I wanted Charlie not to suffer. I had to kill myself. Now when to do it…

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-Edwardjustproposed