Hi *squeaks nervously...
This is my first twilight fanfiction that I have attempted...and I am (obviously) quite nervous.

Today is apparently my birthday and so I thought to post this story today. Maybe the stars will be on my side today.

I have tried my best and I hope that my efforts will yield results.

Disclaimer: all characters and the wonderful 'Twilight' belongs to Stephanie Meyer. This plot is however mine.

Hope you enjoy it and have a good read.

I groan again this time. No matter how much I try to make up my mind for, the decision still seems stupid to me.

Standing behind the closed doors, I already feel the nerves flutter in my stomach. The simple steel double door is making me nervous. And that board hanging on it...

"Dr. Cullen"

Just a name... A freaking simple name...
Yet, the more I looked at it, I could feel the sweat clamping on to me. And when at last my nerves seemed to be in utter frenzy and out of control, I decided to stop looking at it.

Yes, I came to the reception, smiled at the receptionist, confirmed my appointment, and heard her giving me the directions with a bold face. But now, I could feel the bold facade slipping away slowly...like I was losing my grip onto something.

And all because I couldn't say no to Alice!

Instead of taking therapy, I should take up classes to learn how to deny people, especially Alice.

I took up a deep breath and pushed open the doors.

What I had expected to see was a small room, filled with all sorts of medical instruments that doctors use. Knives, scissors and some hideous looking posters of the human anatomy, stuck here and there. But most importantly, I had thought of the doctor as some old little guy, with freckles on his face and a kind smile...but really bad teeth.

I mean how can someone 'who helps people with their lives' be some young guy. It has to be someone who has experienced life and that type of shit.

But boy was I wrong!

It was a spacious room, with huge windows for letting the fresh air enter. No surgical instruments and stuff, at least not visible. Some pictures here and there, no hideous posters.

Overall it seemed more of a living room than a doctor's chamber.

The Doc still had his back facing me. He was shuffling trough some of his papers, and there his assistant stood helping him.

He didn't look that old though. He was wearing a faded jeans and a coat like thingy, that docs usually wear.
And then he turned...

And Holy Father of Jesus was I wrong about the doctor!

He wasn't old, rather he was young. Way too young for experience and stuff. I doubt he was even old enough to become a doctor...let alone a psychological one.

He looked like some sort runway model with his chiselled jaw and perfect features. That was all I could see from here. His cap was restricting the view of his hair, and a tiny tiny part of me wanted to see how it looked.

He seemed stunned for a moment seeing me there but he quickly regained his composure.

At this point I must have been staring at him, so I raised my hand and looked at him shyly. "Hi"

"Oh hi, sorry didn't hear you coming."

"Nah, it's my fault that I did not knock"
And then I remembered that I had not knocked. I was so lost in my thought that I just barged into his chamber.

O My God! As if the day could turn out any better for me.

Now he probably thinks I am some manner-less, etiquette-less patient.

He must have sensed that I was uncomfortable because he soon spoke up, "That's probably ok, you know."

As if that makes me any less of an idiot. But I still nodded.

Then his assistant turned to face me and gave me a wide smile.

"I am done here, Sir."
And with a polite shake of her head, she had left the room.

We stood like that for two minutes, staring at our shoes. At least I was staring at mine, not sure about him though...

Someone cleared his throat and I looked up.

"So you must be Isabella Swan."

"Yes Mr. Cullen."

"You can call me Edward."

I nodded again.

"Have a seat please." He motioned me towards the empty chair in front of him and he sat down on his chair.

His desk was quite clean with a few files and some pens scattered around them. There was a photo also, of him and an older woman, preferably his mother.

I heard the sounds of ruffling of paper and turned just in time to see him moving his eyes from his files and fixing it on my face.

"Ms. Alice Brandon has suggested you to me, and though I do not take suggestions, I couldn't decline this one." He smirks at me.

I feel the corners of my mouth forming a smile.

Alice can be really assertive when she wants to be...and I have been on the receiving end of it a few times.

"Now the only thing I know about you is that you are..." he picks up his glasses from the drawer and puts them on.

Wow...classy

After rearranging some papers, he speaks out again.
"You are 28 years old, working as an English teacher in school, you live with your father and happen to be a single mother...hmm quite interesting." He pushes the glasses on his nose again.

"Your lack of information doesn't say so." O my god, did I just say that.

Say hello, to my snarky self again!

But he doesn't seem fazed at all. Instead he scratches his hair and grins sheepishly.
"Yeah I kinda forgot to do my homework."

"Sorry, I didn't mean that." I try my best to be polite.

"No you did. Now let's move forward."

Ouch. Too upfront.

I decide it's best to keep quiet.

He takes a deep breath and then starts speaking.
"I have to remind you that whatever we talk here remains between the two of us. No other person will be allowed access to our conversations. Both of us have to deal with complete closure. And if I have to consult with any of my seniors, it will be confidential too. Your name will be kept out of it. Any questions?"

I gape at him for a moment.
"Uh...err...where is the washroom?"

He was jotting down something with his pen. But as soon as he heard me, he stopped in his tracks and looked up at me with a surprised look on his face.

"That's all you have to ask Ms. Swan." He looks amused. Hell he could be laughing right now.

"Um...no."

"Very well." He starts jotting down something again and he doesn't look up this time.

"Go straight. The washroom is at the extreme right at the corner of the room."
I mumble a small thanks to him and make my way. Once I enter the toilet and hear the audible click of the door being closed behind me, I sigh in relief.

God! I was really an idiot. There he was stating the terms and conditions with me, and I asked him the damn directions to the washroom!

I guess I am still not ready for this...

I splash some water on my face and neck and try to calm my nerves as best as I can.

After repeating 'I can do this' for what seemed like the 100th time, did I come out of the washroom.

Doctor Cullen...Edward still had his head stuck between the files and when I took my seat in front of him, did he acknowledge me.

Once I was settled, he gave me a thumbs up.
"Ready Ms. Swan."

I shook my head in approval, as it was the best reply that I could think of.

And then his long, perfect fingers pressed on a button of the recorder.
"Session with Ms. Isabella Swan, September 20, 2015."

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