Disclaimer: The amazing intelligent Stephanie Meyer.

First story, kinda random it just popped into my head. This takes place in new moon after Edward leaves Bella and Bella goes into a depression for four months. But it takes a twist…

BPOV

"Bella get up!" Charlie's voice was shouting from the kitchen. I didn't want to get up. I just wanted to sleep-forever. "BELLA COME ON! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" I guess I had no other choice, so I got up and sluggishly walked to my closet. I wasn't really paying attention to what I grabbed but it isn't like it mattered. I didn't need to look my best for anyone anymore. Three swipes of the brush in my hair, was all I did to try to fix it. I no longer smelled the flower shampoo I used, it reminded me to much of him… I looked in the mirror one last time. The dark circles under my eyes made me look like the thing I longed to be- a vampire. My skin was pale enough to because I only step out outside only to get to my car or the school. I looked like I hadn't slept in years. I've have been having issues with sleeping, I was always awake staring at the corner of my room hoping he would return. But he never did. I turned away from my reflection.

Little by little I made my way downstairs, stopping to yawn three times. Slowly I walked to the kitchen and the smell of bacon became stronger and stronger. "Morning Bella." Dad said carelessly.

"Hmmm." Was all I had to say back. I sat down and stared at the counter. My attention turned away from the strange patterns in the marble to look at the snow white plate with bacon strips curving upward along the bottom, a little piece in the direct middle just above that, and two piles of eggs at the top, all resembling a smiley face. I brought my hands up and rearranged the two pieces of bacon that made the smile of the face and I made them curved down so the smiley face no longer looked happy. My dad was standing next to me staring at my actions. I looked up at him.

"I'm tired of this Bella! That's it! We are going to get you help and that's final!"

"No!"

"Yes! I'm calling Dr. Anderson the psychiatrist right now to schedule an appointment." He quickly grabbed the phone but I took it away from him.

"No! I'll do anything as long as I don't have to go see a shrink." I pleaded.

"Then I at least want you to go live with Renée, she know more about this teenage stuff more than I do."

"No!"

"Bella please! You're worrying me! I've started to hide my gun because I am afraid of things you might want to do! Ever since he left you, you have been nothing but a wreck!"

"DON'T EVER BRING HIM UP AGAIN!" I shouted, I was filled with fiery. There was an awkward silence as Charlie allowed me to settle down.

"Please just put it into serious consideration." He whispered.

"I will," not. I grabbed my bag and dashed out the door before Charlie could say anything else. My little red truck wasn't in the best shape but it's all I have. I climbed in and tried to heat up the car to break the chills of January. I drove off to school.

All though I promised myself not to think about going to Jacksonville, my mind just somehow slipped into an argument with itself:

You should go Bella, you know you need the help.

No! I don't need the help I am fine the way I am!

No you're not! Look at yourself Bella! The last time you got a full night sleep was when Edward was here.

Yes but I am keeping my grades up and I am not getting into trouble that's all that matters.

Maybe you would be happy again if you had Renée with you.

Yeah, she does, she'll know what to do.

So you're going, right?

Yes I am going.

Having a conversation with your brain is a little awkward but apparently helpful. Relief swept over me as the final bell rung. I quickly ran outside to my truck and sped home.

Walking into the house was like walking into court. Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table with his hands folded in front of him, and he was staring at the door. I walking in feeling like the spotlight was pulled on me. I walked over to the table and cautiously sat down. "So, what's your answer?" Charlie asked.

"I'll go." I whispered.

"Good, you should pack your things now because you are leaving tomorrow night."

"You already bought the tickets!"

"I knew you would make the right decision Bella." That was all he had to say so I got up from the table and went to pack my things.