Fire.
All I can remember from that night is fire.
Edward was there too, but when I woke up in an asylum, he was gone.
The Cullens say he died. Then why do I still feel like he's with me all the time?
My therapist says I have post-traumatic stress. I don't feel stressed at all.
I just want to find my Edward. I don't believe he is dead.
I walked through the door to find myself back into my room, which was foul and bland.
I hated this place. I hated myself. I hated not being with Edward.
It seemed like the whole city of Forks had gone crazy since Jacob told everyone Edward was a vampire.
Charlie of course, sent me to the asylum to be away from Edward. And, I was beginning to go a little crazy.
Charlie never understood how safe I was with Edward, even though he was dangerous.
I sat on my bed, and decided to take a nap until my nurse came by with my meds.
It was visiting day so I got to take some Valume. Visitors always made me stressed. They live outside this terrible place. I haven't put one foot outside the asylum's door in two years.
Today Charlie came to visit me. I was hoping it would be Renee, but it wasn't. It was always Charlie. My mother hardly ever visited anymore.
She was tired to traveling to the other side of the country just to find out I haven't made any progress.
"Bella?" he said.
"Come in," I replied to the knock that came from the door.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Okay, about what?"
"About the night of the fire."
And then my heart began to beat fast...