"Isabella, please. We have been doing this for weeks. Why won't you talk? You don't have to carry this alone. There are good people in this world who want to help you. Think about Charlie. He loves you deeply and wants to help you." A blonde haired women said as she looked at Isabella. She sighed when she got no reply. Isabella just sat on the couch starring out into a different world. Her brown eyes were dull and lifeless showing no emotion. She looked as if someone sucked out her very soul.

The blond lady looked down at her clip board that held the patients' information.

Isabella Swan.

Daughter of Charlie Swan and Renee. She currently lives with Charlie in Renee's old house. She hasn't said a word to anyone since the murder of her Mother Renee and step father Phil.

"Well, I guess we are done for today." The doctor said as she stood up. She walked to the door and opened it.

"Charlie?" She called out into the hall. A man about five foot eleven with a balding head walked to her.

"Charlie, I need to talk to you alone."

Charlie nodded and looked at Isabella. "Just wait out in the hall. I'll meet you there."

Isabella stood up and walked out the door giving no other sign that she heard Charlie.

The blonde woman looked at Charlie. He was tired. Black rings surrounded his eyes. His remaining hair was unbrushed and messy.

"Have you sold the house in Forks yet?"

"No." he answered.

"Isabella is not going to be able to recover with the constant reminder of her mother and step father. I think you and Isabella should move up to Forks. I want you to enroll her in school. Sometimes being with one's peers can make a world of difference."

Charlie looked at her with panicked eyes. "But what about her sessions?"

"You have my number. If she gets worse, you can always call. To be blunt, sessions will not help her much." She answered. When she saw Charlie's face, her tone softened. "Look, I know this is hard for you but maybe someone in forks will be able to break through the walls she has made around her heart."

"It's just so hard. I feel so helpless. To hear your daughter screaming at night and knowing there is nothing you can do. I've even been praying for her at church.

"Have hope Charlie. She will recover."

"I hope so" he said in a heartbroken voice. He turned around and walked out of the room. The doctor watched as he walked away. In a quiet voice she whispered "I hope so to."

Charlie walked out into the hall and saw Isabella starring at the wall with an empty stare. His heart broke and tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

"Come on Isabella."

The entered the reception area. Charlie walked to the front desk where a short, fat, black-haired woman sat. she looked at Isabella with sadness.

'Poor, poor girl. Poor, poor man. I knew her before her mother's murder. She was always so vivacious and funny.' She thought as she took the check Charlie handed her. She remembered the first time she met her. 'I first met her when my son and I were at the park. She was so energetic. She saw me and my son. She ran up to my boy and said 'Hi I'm Isabella but you can call em bella.' They played together for hours. Renee and I talked the whole time and became great friends. This whole thing is so wrong.' She watched as they walked away.

Charlie and Isabella in silence. They finally arrived at Renee's old house. It was a medium sized, two story building. The backyard was small and covered in dirt.

They entered the building. Everything screamed of Renee's personality. The living room was filled with color and the furniture was exotic. Pictures that Renee attempted to paint covered all of the walls. The house even smelled like Renee.

"Isabella, we are moving. Go and pack your things."

She walked up the stairs and went to her room. She started to pack.

Charlie was down stairs in front of the computer and bought plane tickets and enrolled her in high school.

Isabella was curled in a ball in the corner of her room. The walls around her felt like teju were closing in. It felt like there was no air. She gasped for breath but could not get enough.

A deep voice taunted her, laughing at her misery, causing her breathing to become more sporadic. A figure of a man stood, watching her. He took a step forward. His beauty was breathtaking. Nothing marred his perfection. His skin was pale. His hair was black, contrasting with the paleness of his skin, giving im a demonic look. His hair covered his eyes leaving no hint of their color.

With each step closer he changed. The hair moved from his eyes. His flesh began to dissolve right off his face. His eyes were empty sockets with worms crawling through its skull. He smiled. His teeth were black. Pieces of his skin dangled form his face.

Isabella tried to get up and run but ended up falling.

"Isabella!" a voice called. Charlie came running into her room. He walked right through the monster as If it was never there. Gently he picked up his daughter and carried her to her bed. He sat on the bed and just held her. Isabella could feel his tears.

"God," she heard him say."Please help her."