A/N: This is simply the prologue, hence the reason why it is so short. This fic may seem slightly confusing at first as you are experiencing it through Bella's eyes but it will all be clear during the end.
I wasn't insane. I knew I wasn't. I just didn't get why everyone in this nut house was trying to tell me I was.
I wasn't like James, who would suddenly pick up a knife (or something that resembled it in his eyes) and throw it across the room.
I wasn't like Alice, who was confused all the time and hardly knew who she was most days.
I wasn't like Jasper who would curl up in a ball at a slightly loud noise or raised voice and start screaming because of his 'traumatic past'.
And I wasn't like any of the other truly mental people in here either, I was simply Isabella Swan. The daughter of Charlie and Renee Swan who had a normal childhood and teenage years.
No, I didn't belong in this mental asylum; I just wished somebody else would see that.
And then Dr E Cullen started working here and I thought that maybe this one could be different…
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