I sat across from my new godforsaken therapist. As I stared into her eyes I could see pity. God I hated it when people looked at me with pity in their eyes like I was some helpless little girl. That look in her eyes made me want to get over with this session without telling her a god damn thing.

"Do you know why your here?" my new therapist, Mrs. Goodman, asked me.

"Yes I know why I'm here and I think it is a complete waste of my time." I answered in a small voice.

She was quiet for a minute and I could see that she was debating on getting mad or letting it go because of what I went through.

I guess she's letting it go because the next words out of her mouth were "Now honey, I know you don't want to tell anyone what happened to you but you have to tell someone if you want to stop coming to these sessions."

She was right, I didn't want to tell anyone about what had happened. "Your right, I don't want to tell anyone what happened, especially to a complete stranger." I told her.

"Ok if you don't want to tell a stranger, then let's not be strangers. Let's start off with how old you are?'' she contemplated me.

"I'm twenty. But I don't see how that will help our 'relationship'. I don't know anything about you, and I really don't want to learn about you either. Not to be rude, of course." I replied to Mrs. Goodman.

I puffed up my chest with air and was going to say something when the buzzer went off signaling my release and the end of the session. I went through a whole session without telling her a thing. That was a new record for me. Usually the therapist can get something out of me.

Like when I go to bed and have a nightmare or something like that. I never got to tell them much more because after every session I get a new therapist, because the old one claims I'm un-helpable.

When I got home Emmett my older brother was standing on the porch with a disappointed look on his face. I loved my brother. Most people were scared of him because of his large statue but he was just a big teddy bear. He is the only one i talked to about what happened.

"I got a call form your therapist she said that she will be transferring you to a different therapist named Edward Cullen," Em informed me.
but I don't want another therapist don't want one at all especially a guy therapist and all they ever do is ask stupid questions its never how are you or what's your name," I wined.

"Just give him a chance he young just out of college but he suppose to one of the best therapist in forks so you are going and that's that.''

"Fine I'll go," I yelled.

I knew Em was just trying to help and I shouldn't be bad at him and I should go to the section but it was so unfair that he was making me go so that night I went into my room and thought of ways i could go through a hole section with out telling Edward Cullen anything about myself when

Monday morning comes and its time for my dreaded appointment with my new therapist Mr. Cullen. I slowly walked to his office.

When I get there the office is empty. I walked to the couch and plopped down on it and got comfortable.

Five minutes later the door opened to ravel a god. The god walked to the chair in the middle of the office and started to say" sorry I'm late my name...." he stopped talking immediately when the fan blew my hair out from under me.

His fist tightened and he once golden eyes turned black.

He glared at me. He just sat there staring at him in fear.

Nether of us talked just stared.

We just sat completely still through whole session.

The buzzers with off releasing me form this torture I ran out of there as quick as I could. Not telling Edward Cullen anything about myself was easier then I thought it would be. By the way he glared at me I knew he would send me to a new therapist just like the others. has i made my way home in my beat up pick up I wondered how he could hate me so much and so soon.

When I got home Emmett proved me wrong about my earlier thoughts when he greeted me with a smile and congratulated me on keeping a therapist this time.

That night i went to bed frustrated why did he want me to come back?

He hated me didn't he? I didn't want to go back I don't think I can go through another hour of glaring.

OK so this is my first fan-fiction tell me what you think.