Why me? Why did this have too happen to me? That same question keeps bothering me and filling up my head. What had I done so wrong for this to have to happen to me?

Avalon is not going to be happy about this that's for sure. She'll have me into thousands of pieces in a matter of seconds. I could feel my blood go cold through out my whole body thinking about what she will do with me now once she finds out.

I twirl the sharp cold piece of metal blade around in my ghostly pale hands as I think about the damage I could do with it. I push the tip of the cold metal against my finger and put a bit of pressure onto in so the blood comes out. Suddenly it smashes out of my hand and hits the marble tiles by my feet. The fall of the blade echoes off the walls around me.

What am I doing, what am I doing! I mentally scream at myself and panic starts too arise in me. Calm down Bella, just calm down you can do this. I drop the only blade I have down the toilet and flush. I watch as it disappears and is too never been seen again.

Doing a quick check in the mirror I walk out of the disinfectant smelling loo and into the reception area. There where plastic Grey chairs lined up everywhere and a desk with a short-ish lady with a black bob cut hair sitting behind it. She had more lipstick on her teeth than actually on her lips. Her Bright lime green glasses seemed like they were about too fall off her face at any moment with them sitting on the end of her nose. The lady seemed to be shuffling through a big stack of papers. I felt rude to be standing there and am about to disrupt her. Looking around, the place was empty, minus a really old dude whole looked to be past out? Wasn't anyone concerned? Looking back at bob cut lady I could tell no one was concerned about a past out old guy.

Talking deep breaths I slowly crept up to the desk with bob cut lady still behind it with her stack of papers and glasses about to fall of her face.

" Excuse me, miss?"

I seemed to have scared her as she dropped the folder she was holding and made a startling move out of her chair and looked up at me.

"Can I help you?" Her voice seemed kind but she was breathing hard. I wondered if she had asthma.

"I'm...I'm here too see Dr Cullen, miss" I shook out.

Bob cut lady had cards on her desk with her name and phone numbers on it.

Miss Lark.

Miss Lark seemed to reregister who I was and told me take a seat.

I didn't sit, I couldn't so I started pacing in front of the chairs back and forth, back and forth. Looking at my cellphone I had been waiting 3 minutes. It felt like 3 years too me. Looking over at passed out man, he was still passed out.

4 minutes it's been. I finally choose to sit down thinking it might do me better than pacing back and forth. Miss Lark I noticed was now not at her desk but in the office behind her desk talking on the phone.

I tried to get into a comfortable position on the plastic Bundy chairs but I couldn't stay still long enough. With a sigh from me, snores from the passed out dude and Miss's Larks unusually loud voice on the phone a man wearing all light blue finally came out to the waiting area. I looked at him and pleading in my head that it was the passed out dudes time to go see the Dr and not mine. No I wasn't ready to see one yet. I couldn't even sit still let alone think probably so how am I meant to talk to some stranger that iv never meet before in my life?

"Isabella Swan?"

Now or never

I stood up and walked with the man that called my name. I followed him into a dark blue and red room, it was an office. The man told me to sit at the desk.

"Dr Cullen will be with you in a moment" and with that he left me there. Besides the ticking of the clock in the office all I could hear was own heart about to beat its way out of my chest. I was scared!

I tugged at my black singlet I had on. No jersey and it's the middle of winter! I took deep breaths just as I heard the door click open.

"How are you Miss Swan?" Dr Cullen asked me with out missing a beat.

He turned and sat at his desk, vanilla folder sitting in his hands with my name printed on the front of it in bold.

'Miss swan' I feel so old. I never have been called that before.

Dr Cullen looked like a model! He had Light blond hair, Slender but muscular frame. Hazel, kind but gentle eyes. He looked to be about 30, under 30 years of age. He was awfully handsome that was for sure.

"I'm fine, Thanks. Dr Cullen" I mumbled out. I didn't look at him as I said this. I know it was rude but I couldn't. Because I lied. I was not fine! He was some stranger and here I was sitting with him and he was asking how I was. I heard him clear his throat before he started flicking through my folder briefly. He looked up and smiled a genuine smile.

" How can I help you Miss swan?"

There it is again. The Miss Swan. Could he not see how young I was?

"I aww…" I couldn't get my words out right. How was I meant to tell him this? Would he judge me? No he couldn't, he's a doctor he must get thousands of girls like me coming to him about the same thing.

"Miss Swan if you don't tell me what's wrong then how am I meant to help you?" I looked up into his kind gentle eyes. He wasn't going to judge me.

"I"

" I want too give my baby up for adoption" There I finally got it out to the world. I was probably the most horrible-ist person, No horrible-ist mother in the whole world.

"W-h-hat?" Dr Cullen was officially shocked.

"Miss Swan, Is this some sort of joke?"

"No Dr Cullen. It's not a joke."

"B-u-ut Miss Swan you cant be pregnant, you're only 14 years old!"

I know. I couldn't believe it ether Dr. I couldn't believe it ether,