Start of a new story, and of course it will be dramatic :)

Unfortunately I do not have a beta which makes writing a bit harder.

Background; Isabella Marie Swan, sixteen years old and a patient at Seattle Rehab Center for Teens. Reason you ask? Addiction to Cocaine and a history of self mutilation of the wrists and thighs.

Edward Cullen, sixteen years old; also a patient at Seattle Rehab Center for Teens. Reason? Alcoholic and addiction to the pain killer Vicodin.

Story Line: Bella has given up her life due to her intense addiction to Cocaine and her tendency to take out her emotions on herself. She is sent away to Seattle to a rehab center in hopes of getting back to a healthy life style, but once she arrives she begins to feel discouraged by the little help she believes she's receiving. A few relapses later, Bella is ready to quit but when a mysterious new boy arrives and she immediately grows attracted to him, will she be willing to leave like she had wanted so badly to before or will she finally give in and find comfort in something she never believed she would find? A lot better than it sounds, I promise :)

Warning: If you cannot handle graphic scenes of sensitive issues, I would not continue past this point.

CHAPTER 1

Water and Vitamins

Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

Oh the annoying sound of that internal clock of yours. You would think after eight sessions with a therapist that you'd finally be able to stop counting the time in your head and actually become coherent with your surroundings. But no. That wasn't the case with me, something good could never involve me.

"Isabella, you really should talk to me," Dr. Knowitall, as I like to call her, said stopping my clock. I sat there on the faded red chair with my arms crossed and my feet planted firmly on the ground. I hated this room. I hated this chair. I hated her.

"Why should I? So you can tell me I'm fucked up but you have some miracle that can help me? No thanks," I responded coldly. She stared at me through her small oval shaped glasses, which in my opinion made her head look two sizes too big for the rest of her body.

"You're always saying how this place isn't helping. Isabella how do you expect it to help when you don't talk to me? Tell me about your friends, your family, everyone you have in your life," She urged for me to speak. I squinted my eyes and glared at her.

"I have no friends or family. They all left me in here to rot," I said through clenched teeth. She looked displeased. How could she not have been expecting a bitter answer like that? Did she seriously think I was going to speak highly of those motherfuckers after shipping me off like that to this god damn shit hole.

"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. Sure, I'm the drama queen. She had tons of other patients whining about their stupid fucking weight and how they were too fat when in truth they were too fucking skinny. Couldn't she go screw with their heads?

"No. Not to me it isn't. You asked how I felt, I told you. I'm soooo sorry that I'm not exactly miss peppy at the moment," I said sarcastically. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, picking up her clipboard and pushing her too small glasses completely back on her nose. She began writing, ignoring my presence. Some would have complained about her actions saying they were rude. I was the complete opposite, I didn't mind her "rude" actions at all. It kept her busy and I didn't have to hear her jabber on and on about how she could help fix my stupid pathetic life.

"Okay Isabella, that's all for today. Don't forget, Marcy is waiting in the cafeteria with your daily vitamin and water," I threw my head back and let out a loud groan. Of course Marcy was waiting for me. She was always waiting for me. Ever since I had arrived, Marcy followed me everywhere, watching everything I did at every second of every day. She was like my shadow, only fatter and more annoying. I pushed myself up and walked out the office door. The secretary glared as I passed, probably pissed about my earlier comment about how her dress was not too flattering. Usually I would have lied and said something nicer but getting forced into rehab can change the way you act towards others pretty quick.

"Bella!" I turned towards the husky voice once I was out of the too cheery office building. Jonathon was running towards me, a smile plastered on his face. Oh great. That only meant he was going to ask me out. Again.

"Hey Jonathon," I greeted him hinting the annoyance in my voice. It didn't make a difference. He never noticed. He stood there, his hands in his pockets and his eyes targeting my chest as always. I crossed my arms.

"My face is up here asshole," I said angrily. His eyes quickly darted up.

"Oh sorry. Um, I was just wondering if maybe, you know...you'd like to accompany me on movie night?" He flashed his overly white teeth as if that was attracting me. I let out a small laugh. His expression changed dramatically.

"No," I simply stated. I turned away ready to make my exit when Jonathon's strong large hand wrapped around my arm. I paused. No one touched me. I had clearly stated that to everyone.

"Let go," I sternly advised. I looked back over my shoulder. He was angry, that was obvious. But he was too dumb to really do anything. I yanked to get my arm free but Jonathon resisted.

"Stop being a fucking tease," He shouted. I yanked my arm again. Still no luck. I was beginning to get irritated. I hated when Jonathon pulled this sort of shit. Big tough guy can't be said no to. Yeah right, over my dead body.

"Jonathon!" I was quickly released. I stumbled forward for a second before regaining my balance and turning to face my 'savior'. Of course, there stood Jess. The cutest and coolest boy I had ever met here. I blushed at his wink. Did this boy know the affect he had on girls? His smile was enough to make a girl wet in a second.

"What's your problem Jess, can't you see I'm trying to get a date?" Jonathon yelled. Jess rolled his eyes.

"Go find another girl to terrorize Jon, this one is off limits," The way he said it, it sounded like a double meaning. Was he referring to off limits as in to everyone but him? I was definately okay with that. Of course there was that little thing Jess and I had when I first arrived. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they get carried away and well, I think everyone knows what happens after that.

"What's the supposed to mean faggot?" Jonathon pushed Jess causing Jess to hardly move at all. Jess snorted.

"Seriously dude? Calm down. She obviously doesn't want to go so just leave her alone," Jess gripped my shoulder and led me away. I was surprised at how calm I was with Jess touching me. Obviously I had let Jess do much more than that but at this moment after being man handled, I hadn't expected this.

"You okay now Bella?" Jess asked once we were in the confinements of the caf. I nodded.

"Alright. Well I gotta go. Laurens' waiting," He slowly backed away. My smiled had completely faded. Of course Lauren was waiting. She had been waiting for Jess the moment she got here and it's driven me insane since the moment they 'got together'.

"There you are Bella. Here, take this and drink all of this," Marcy had spotted me from across the dining hall. She handed me a little red pill and a glass of water. I groaned before popping the pill in my mouth and swallowing it with a big gulp of water.

"There, happy?" I asked shoving the glass back at her. I knew I had always upset Marcy with the way I acted towards her but I could never get past the harsh attitude I had towards people now. I did want to apologize to her and I tried many times before, it just never came out right. Marcy walked away silently. No one here ever paid much attention to her, let alone act civil towards her. Now I felt like a bitch like the rest. And I thought I was different. Yeah, right.

First chapter done! A little short I know, but I'm only getting started.

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