A/N: Hey all! I'm back!! Dodges chairs and pitchforks Ok! I have good reasoning. A family member of mine was diagnosed with Autism and my family has been going outta control. So, everything is on hold. Well, except this. This I jsut wrote thanks to wisdom tooth surgery and a new laptop.

Ok, laydown on this story: I have not found a good story like this!! Yes, I have found a few, but Bella ends up being raped or abused or SOMETHING! So, I'm stopping that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Unfortunally. --

Nurse to room 24… Repeat. Nurse to room four

A woman's voice blared over the loudspeaker, breaking the otherwise deafing calmness and tranquility of the hallway. There were no people down the hallway, unless you counted me and my attendant, and we really didn't matter. Well, the nurse mattered. She was one of their top workers. No one who had her as an attendant didn't get better.

Except me.

I glance around my surrounding only to given the same vision I've seen for almost a year. White washed walls, plain tile ceiling, and a small area for nurses to sit at a grab records of the patients here. If that wasn't enough, the nausing smell of bleach and disinfectants flooded the area, making me want to gag in response.

A sound of a nurse walking down the hall actually startled me. Many nurses were at the main section of the building, eating lunch and having a prep talk. During that time, I would have my check-up, which I was currently waiting for. I honestly had no idea why anyone would try to heal me…

Apparently, Charlie thought they could…

That's why he had Renee bring me here…

Washington State Mental Ward.

That's right, an asylum.

They thought it would be better if I had someone to talk to, to try and start my healing process. Sadly, they forgot to factor in one major factor.

That I loved him. Nothing could change the fact that I loved him. Even if he didn't love me – heck, even if he didn't want me! - I loved him.

No amount of therapy could break that truth.

I was down to using pronouns. Even thinking his name burned my soul and split my heart even more.

I turn to my left to look at my attendant, Susan, a tanned woman who looks to be in her high 20's, with a blond bob-cut and gorgeous sea blue eyes. I asked her before how long she had worked her. Her answered proved that she was much older than the age she looked.

I sighed and curled my legs under me, resting my head on the long cotton gown that was stationary in the hospital. Once in a great while, we would be able to wear some jeans and a t-shirt, but that was when we had an outside therapy which always included a policeman, one of the head doctors, and two nurses. Even then, we could only walk to the back of the hospital which was guarded by a mile high fence.

I suddenly heard a screeching door open and whipped my head around to see Dr. McKinley, a burly man with dirty blond hair and soft grey eyes.

Why him? I started hyperventilating in my head, God, please no, let it not be him.

"Hello, Miss Swan," His smooth voice said, "Looks like I'll be seeing you today."

My eyes widened, "What about Dr. Sarah?" I asked, panic rising in my voice.

He shrugged, "She took a holiday. She should be back in a week, before your next session."

No, no, no! I chanted in my head as Susan grabbed my upper arm and led me to the room. Apparently, he was using Dr. Sarah's office and no one had given me any notice. Not that anything was wrong with Dr. McKinley. It's just, they way he tried to heal me…

Kills my heart instead.

"Please, sit." He said, taking a seat in front of the oak desk. I followed suit, pushing my body against the back of the chair. "So, how are you feeling this morning?"

I nodded, feeling the sweat dripping down my neck.

"That's good," He smiled, then reached over and took a sip out of his mug, coffee no doubt. "So, let's go over this again. What supposedly happened… a year ago?" He leaned over the desk and stared at me.

I gulped, "I don't like to talk about it." I say, my voice shaking.

He nodded, "Did you spend it with friends? Or your family?" He trailed off.

"My friends," I replied, "My boyfriend and his family."

"Ahh!" He said, looking pleased with himself, "Your boyfriend. A Mr. Edward Cullen?"

My breath quicken as I nodded.

"So, let's say you did spend your birthday with him." He stood up and walked around the desk over to me, "Where is he now? Not currently living in Forks. Nor does his name or age appear in a search."

I felt sweat dripping down my back, "His dad got a job offer in Los Angeles." I stuttered.

He grinned, "But there are no records of a Mr. Cullen working at any hospital in Southern California."

My arms, which were currently in my lap, now wrapped themselves around my thin frame, trying to keep myself from hurting anymore.

He knelt down to my ear and whispered, "There is no Edward Cullen. You just made him up, an illusion you wanted to prove you weren't crazy. You just wanted someone to love when no one did… and when you finally realized it, you broke down. Face it, there is no Edward Cull-"

"You're wrong." I spoke, my voice trembling, "He's real."

I heard him chuckle, "No, I'm not… and you know that."

I shook my head frantically, "You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong…" Please, don't let me snap…

He stood up next to me and said, "He never existed…"

My eyes shot open. I'd lost it.

I jumped to my feet. "YOU'RE WRONG!!" I screamed, right in his face. "He did exist! I remember! He thought I wasn't good enough. I wasn't perfect like him." He back away from and into his chair, but that didn't stop me. "He is alive! He does exist! I know he's alive! And I did not MAKE HIM UP!!"

Apparently, I was too loud, or Dr McKinley had a button under the desk, because all of a sudden, two guards came in, accompanied by a nurse. Both guards grabbed me by the upper arms while the nurse, who I just noticed had a needle in her hand, came near me.

"No!" I yelled, "Please, no."

But my cries were not enough. The woman quickly cleaned a part of my arm and stuck the needle in me, injecting me with a sedative. The guards led me to the chair I was once in and sat me down.

"Please, no." My words were now just an echo in the room as the doctor said something to the nurse. One of the words sounded like, "Hazardous."

I knew they were talking about me.

I closed my eyes and prayed that my dreams would be good for once.

I already knew they weren't.