Disclaimer: Unfortunantly, I don't own Edward or anything else to do with Twilight... But I'm working on it!
"I'm not going! YOU CAN'T FUCKING MAKE ME!" I screamed, struggling, as I was dragged out of the house and forced into the back seat of a car. I kicked out, and started banging my fists uselessly on the window as Charlie closed the door behind me. He'd just announced that he was taking me to a mental institution, that he couldn't cope anymore, that he had his own life to live.
"Isabella, you are going, and I can make you. And don't use that language please."
"Fuck you," I said softly, but loudly enough for him to hear. He sighed and got into the driver's seat of the car, starting the engine and pulling away from their house. I watched in silence now, as the house I'd had lived in my whole life disappeared behind me, tears streaking down my face. I hadn't meant to get this out of hand, for it to come to this. It just felt like nothing I did was in my control any longer. I genuinely hadn't wanted to hurt Charlie, or anyone else. I loved my father, and the rainy little town of Forks. I would miss it…
We pulled up outside a large grey building and I stared up at it, my heart sinking. Charlie came round and opened the door, but blocking my way so I couldn't run off. He didn't need to worry, any fight had drained out of me. I got out slowly and he gripped my arm as he led her up to the entrance.
A young nurse was sat at the desk inside the door. "Hello, how can I help you?" she asked, a huge smile plastered on her face. I closed my eyes and groaned internally.
"I'm Charlie Swan, this is my daughter Isabella. Dr Cullen should be expecting us."
"I'll just let him know you're here Sir, please take a seat," she said, gesturing behind us. Charlie led me over to them and we sat down. He didn't release my arm.
"I'm not going to try to run away," I said quietly, not looking at him. He stared at me for a few seconds, gauging my mood and expression, before loosening his grip on my arm. After another few moments he let go entirely and I slumped back.
The nurse put down the phone. "He's just coming," she called to us. Charlie smiled tightly at her, nodding. I looked around the small reception, at the brightly coloured walls, the magazines on the table, all the obvious attempts to make it look as cheerful and welcoming as possible. Well, it hadn't done a very good job.
At that moment, Dr Cullen came into the waiting room, running a hand through his blond hair. He smiled when he saw us. "Charlie, Isabella, sorry I took so long," he said holding his hand out to shake Charlie's.
"No problem at all Dr Cullen, I'm sure you're very busy." He pulled me up after him.
"Please, call me Carlisle. Now if you'd like to come this way," he said, leading us back out the door and up some stairs.
Carlisle talked us through all the minor details, and Charlie left as quickly as he could get away with, without looking rude. The young, blond doctor seemed to notice this a frowned slightly, before looking at me with his stunning smile. "Come on Isabella, let's show you around and get your things to your room."
"It's Bella," I said softly, standing up. It had been the first thing I'd said since we'd got into his office, and he looked slightly shocked, and almost pleased.
"Bella, sorry." He smiled at me once again, and led me out the room. He went around the entire institution, pointing out each room to me, and naming some of the faces we saw along the way. I paid little attention, just trailing behind him. At last we stopped outside a light blue door, and he opened it. "This is your room," he said to me, gesturing for me to go in. I entered the room, and sat on the small bed, gazing at the floor. "Tom's already brought your things up for you, you've got an hour before dinner to get everything sorted and settle in. If you need anything, you just need to ask me or one of the other nurses." I made no move to answer him, so he shut the door behind me, leaving me alone.
I laid back on the bed, and closed my eyes, not allowing the tears to come again. I rummaged in my pocket for my knife and grasped it tightly in my hand when I felt the cool metal. I slowly drew it out, and opened it up, looking at the sharp edge of the knife. I rolled up the sleeve of my jumper, and looked at the mish-mash of scars and recent cuts there. I felt a sob build up inside me. I was a mess. I brought the knife to my skin and pressed down, hard. It easily went through my thin, pale skin and I pulled it along my arm, feeling the sudden pain and revelling in the release it brought. I cut down several times, allowing the blood to pool in the deep cuts, and watching as a few drops trickled slowly down.
I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I didn't notice the door opening. Suddenly I heard a voice. "Carlisle asked to see if-" the voice trailed off. "Oh." I quickly shoved the knife away and put my arm behind my back but it was clear they'd seen it. I looked up at the intruder, a defiant look on my face, daring them to say anything. However, when I looked into the deep, emerald eyes before me, I completely lost anything I was going to say. It was a boy, around 17 I guessed. He had pale skin, and strange, almost bronze-coloured hair. I shook my head quickly, stopping myself from staring.
"What do you want?" I asked, rudely.
"I was… I… Carlisle just asked me to come and see if you needed help with anything…" he trailed off, his eyes were flickering between my face and the arm I still held behind my back. I sighed and brought it back around to lay in my lap.
"Well I don't. Thank you." I said, and glared at this enchantingly beautiful boy. He shrugged, and left the room. I sighed once again, and set to cleaning up my arm. It hurt like hell, and I was a little rougher than usual as I wiped it clean and dry. The pale face at my door was set firmly in my mind and I couldn't seem to rid myself of it. Stupid kid, I thought unfairly.
I put a few of my things away before looking at my watch to see it was almost half past five. Time to go to dinner…
A/N: This is my first real attempt at a fan fiction for Twilight, and I'd love to know what you think of it.. So even if you think it's really bad and don't want to have to read any of it ever again, please, review! I'd be very grateful :]
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