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Description: Edward Cullen is working at a local mental asylum, where he meets the beautiful and mysterious new patient, Isabella Swan, a quiet girl with a dark past. Will either of them ever be the same? All Human. Slight song fiction.

EdwardPOV

The day started out like any other.

I woke up, drove the three miles to the gray building just on the edge of town, and said my hello's to the receptionist.

I'm nineteen, studying to work at mental asylum's as a career. For now, I don't go to college. Instead, I go to the asylum almost every day to study firsthand. My mother and father don't mind my choice to do this. Some people think it's odd that I never went to college, but I am much more experienced.

"Good morning, Rosalie." I said pleasantly, nodding my head to the blonde as I passed her front desk. She hardly glanced up, keeping her eyes level to the screen as she typed, but nodded back, smiling faintly before going back to concentrated.

I picked up a tan folder on the counter, shifting through it before snapping it shut and holding it under one arm. My steps were steady as I walked through the tiled, grey halls. I arrived in the doctor's lounge, setting the folder down and walking to the coffee machine. Although I didn't particularly like the taste, it kept me awake.

"Good morning, Alice." I said to the short, black-haired pixie who was bustling around the room. Technically, her name was Mary Alice, but none of us called her that. I noticed her eyes were slightly frantic and she couldn't stop moving. "Is anything wrong?" I asked, watching her as she moved around the room.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just, Kathryn didn't show up for work today and we got a new patient last night and I can't find any of 302's paperwork and I—" Alice said, her face growing more and more frantic. I interrupted her. "Alice. Calm." I said, smiling faintly. "We have more then enough staff on hand with out her, it was on the front desk—" I picked up the manilla folder I'd brought in and handed it to her. "—and we get new patients a lot. It's okay."

Alice sighed gratefully, falling back onto a brown chair, checking the contents of the folder. "Thank you sooo much. " She said gratefully. I nodded, raising an eyebrow. "So, when'd the new patient check in?" I said, although I wasn't really that curious. Alice seemed oddly eager, though.

"Oh, actually, Angela found her last night." She said, her eyes widening as she apparently recalled the events. I turned my head to look at her. "What do you mean, she found her?" I said, my interest peaked. "She was apparently in some ditch. Her arms were all cut up, possible drug use." She sounded like she was quoting the girls report

Alice's eyes drifted to the clock, and she bounced out of her seat. "Speaking of which, you could go bring her her breakfast." She suggested, picking up the folder and rushing out of the room. "WHAT ROOM IS SHE IN?" I yelled after her. "32!" She called back. I could hear her shoes clacking down the hall. Shrugging out of my seat, I made my way to the kitchen.

"Breakfast for room 32, please." I said quickly to the attendant. She nodded, disappearing into a back room for a couple minutes, and appearing again with a tray. She handed it to me, placing a little card with the number '32' on it. "Thanks." I said quickly.

Quietly, I made my way to the elevator. When I entered, there was a largish, dark-skinned woman already inside. It was my boss, Mariah. She didn't mind if we called her by her first name. She was pretty nice. She nodded quickly to me in hello, and I did the same. Her eyes drifted to the number on my tray.

"Oh, 32. The new patient?" She said, but I knew that she already knew. I nodded silently. "A little advice. Just drop it off, don't talk and try to hurry out." She advised. I turned to face her. "Isn't she in one of the full rooms?" I asked, confused. "Only for now. To see if she can handle it." She replied.

I think she was going to say something else, but the door open and we were on the second level. Stepping out, I made my way down the hall to room 32. For some strange reason, Mariah's words were sticking with me. I was intrigued to open the door, but for some reason, at the same time, I didn't want to.

You're being stupid. I told myself, rolling my eyes and swinging the door open.

Inside, it was dark, and I noticed the shades were pulled. I crept foreward, seeing the girl on the bed for the first time.

She was very pale, and very skinny. There were dark shadows under her eyes, and bandages wrapping both her arms up. But this wasn't what I noticed at first. I noticed her gorgeous face. She had dark chocolate hair and large, brown eyes framed by dark lashes.

Even with the gown, the bandages, the bruises on her bare legs; she was beautiful. I was stalled for a moment, but I remembered that I was here for a job. I blinked, stepping foreward again. She hadn't seemed to notice me. She was humming softly, her eyes staring blankly at the wall to her right.

The name plate above her bed read 'Isabella Swan'. I couldn't stop myself. "Isabella?" I said, stepping foreward again and setting the tray on the bedside table. She whipped her head around, her eyes studying me. She didn't respond.

"I brought you breakfast." I said, although it was obvious. "Um, because, you know, I thought you'd be hungry." I was stumbling over my words, uncomfortable. Isabella didn't answer. I watched as her eyes studied my face, and her mouth turned down in a frown, her eyes narrowing.

"Well, press the button if you need anything." I stumbled backwards, Isabella's mouth finally opening. A piercing scream filled my ears. I stared in horror as Isabella's eyes filled with terror and filled with tears. She bunched her blankets up to her chin, moving to the corner of her bed.

I spun out of the room, almost running into Mariah as she rushed into the room, Alice flanking her. She brushed past me, staring into Isabella's room. "What happened?" She asked my curtly, her normal playful mood evaporated into business. "I don't know—I just—I said hi and—" She pressed into the room, ushering Alice and I out and closing the door.

In mutual silence, Alice and I stood outside the door, listening as Mariah murmured a few choice words. Isabella's screams turned to whimpers, and then silence. We slunk away from the room, Alice leaving to attend to a different patient.

What had happened back there? I'd felt a strange attraction to this patient. I'd felt horrible when she'd screamed. I shook my head, to clear my head. It didn't work. What was wrong with me? Why had she screamed?

The day started out like any other, but when I drove home that night, my head was filled with the face of Isabella Swan and her screams.

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