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Prologue

"Why exactly are we doing this again" Jasper whispered under his breath to Alice as they walked into the mental ward of the Hospital. It smelled of disinfectant (as the whole hospital did) but for once the solid smell of fresh blood didn't fill the air, a nice change for Jasper.

"Because the doctors wanted 'younger and cooler kids' to connect with some of the patients or something like that." Alice whispered back, sighing Jasper took a quick look left and right of him then pulled Alice aside to where no one else could see. There he slid his cool hand in hers then gazed lovingly into her deep eyes.

"Yes but why us?" He asked at normal volume. If Jasper could help it he would stay away from the hospital at all costs. Just walking inside the damn place made him thirsty, something that he didn't need to be reminded of.

"Carlisle assumes that we are the best pick considering the fact you can tap into the emotions and or calm them down for once. I guess I'm coming because he knew without me there is no way you would do this." Alice stuck her hands one her hips then pulled Jasper back out into the mental lobby to sign in for their 'shift'. The Secretary at the desk was nice enough, with short cropped brown hair with the aging grey starting to show. Her eyes were a dark brown and upon her pointed nose sat a pair of hot pink glasses; she was also a large woman with chubby little fingers dotted with hot pink nail polish. Compared to the plain white walls of the hospital halls this woman, Mrs. Janison, was the most colorful thing in sight.

"Ah, you must be the Carlisle's children! Here is a list of the patients you'll be visiting today, they don't have to be in any order but I do hope you get to each. If one is absent for treatment then just come back to them later. Try to be calm with them and don't say anything that could be disturbing. Oh! And in each room is a small red button on each wall, if anyone gets to feisty or has a breakdown just push the button and the doctors will come running. Any questions?" Mrs. Janison smiled up at the two but they just shook their head and headed off towards the first girl on the list. Willow Mitchener.

Silently Jasper walked past the closed doors with Alice not far behind. 19…20….21….22. Room 22 was Willow's. Taking a deep (unnecessary) breath Jasper nodded towards his true love then gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." Said a soft seemingly normal voice from inside. Suppressing the need to groan at the fact she was actually there Jasper gently pushed open the door. Inside was decorated with plain white walls and white tile floor. There was one window at the far end of the room enclosed by metal bars as if this were a prison instead of a mere hospital. Against the wall was a plain twin bed with white sheets then on the opposite side was a series of drawers installed into the wall. Hanging upside down on the bed was the girl named Willow. She had long brown curls and a small curvy body, from there Jasper could see that her eyes were a light green and her skin was pale.

"What are you doing?" Alice piped up with curiosity filling her voice, Willow just shrugged.

"I'm bored. There is absolutely nothing to do in this place. So who are you?" She asked while sitting up into a straighted position.

"I'm Jasper Cullen and this is my sister Alice." Jasper always hated calling Alice his sister, for it was such a pain to hide his full affection for her. So many other terms for her Jasper would of rather used such as soul mate, lover, or for hell's sake even wife! But all those would ruin the illusion Carlisle had set in order for him and his family to live a normal (or as normal as a vampire could get.) life. Willow nodded then flopped back down onto the bed.

"Well thanks for coming!" Was all she stated without looking at them, raising his eyebrow at Alice Jasper almost laughed at the girls blow off.

"We just got here." He managed to say, but just barely.

"Ya well it's not like you actually want to be here so you can leave if you want." Willow confidently stated, not even a hint of sadness in her gentle but strong voice. Alice stepped forward and was about to open her mouth but was stopped by Jasper shaking his head and pulling her from the room.

"Well if you would like to hang sometime, you know where to find us." Closing the door behind him Japer started leading Alice in search for the nearest doctor available.

"What was all that about?"

"The girl seemed completely normal, even her emotions, Hey! Dr. Martin right?" The man looked up from his clipboard and nodded his bald head.

"Yes?" He asked; worry leaking in his scratchy voice.

"Sir we just spoke with Willow Mitchener and she seemed completely normal. What exactly is she in for?" Dr. Martin's eyes sparked with knowing when Jasper spoke Willow's name. Pushing his thick black glasses up his crooked nose the middle aged man nodded.

"Oh yes, Willow I'm afraid suffers from schizophrenia. Since the tragic death of her parent's a few months back the young girl claims to see people who aren't really there roam these halls and other places as well. She sometimes starts screaming with her ears covered and eyes closed, telling us to make them go away. She also passes out for brief periods of time for reasons we do not know of. Most of our patients with Schizophrenia are allowed to stay at home but her case is much more severe."

Willow's Pov

As soon as the two teens left the room I groaned and flopped back down onto the lumpy bed. I was sick of people coming in and pretending they care. To them I was a crazy person who apparently would break and go chaotic at the tinniest things. See the thing is they say I have Schizo…or whatever the stupid word is but I knew the truth, I saw the dead. After the day my parent's car drove off that bridge and into the water with me inside I have seem ghosts, it started when I first opened my eyes in the ER and saw my dead father standing before me.

Flashback.

A slight beeping roused me from the peaceful sleep at was in, slowly drifting back to consciousness the beeping became clearer and clearer, as did the stupid feeling of an IV in my arm and the oxygen tube placed across my face. Groaning I gave up trying to fall back to sleep and started to open my eyes, every inch of my hurt and the pain made itself stronger as my eyes opened. Once opened all the way I screamed…or tried to scream, when I saw a man standing right in front of me. Just staring. It took me a moment or two to actually realize it was Dad. He looked nothing like he was before for the man standing before me was soaking wet with eyes rolled into the back of his head and light blue skin.

"You should have come with us." He hissed, as he slowly moved towards me I was finally able to scream, the beeping in the room suddenly grew faster and louder. I could hear the makers of the beeps, my heart, slamming inside my ears and I could feel it against my ribs. Despite the IV and everything else hooked to me I yanked the needle out, tearing much skin in the process, and yanked the rest of the wires and tubes attacked to me. Ceasing every beep. Trying to breathe and NOT look at the thing almost inches away from me I used all my strength to throw myself out of the bed and sprint towards the door. As soon as I was into the hall I screamed even more. They were everywhere. Some bloody, some not even resembling a human, some merely pale, but all terrifying. Tearing running down my face and my head spinning like crazy I raced down the hall, fast following footsteps gaining behind me. Suddenly a heavy body grabbed me and brought me to the ground, more strong hand quickly joined the others in the process of holding me down. It took me a moment to realize that the people restraining me were alive; sobbing and trying to free myself of them I continued to kick and looked up into the nearest man's face. He was handsome, completely perfect, with Golden blonde hair and deep dark eyes.

"Make them go away!" I cried out, sadness and pity filled the man's eyes, raising a syringe to my arm he nodded.

"They'll go, they'll go." A sharp sting went through my arm followed by sweet darkness, I was gone…..THEY were gone.

End of Flashback.

After that I had found myself in this room, and only when I left it did the figures return. Trudging through the halls moaning, groaning, cursing, making noises that entered my nightmares at night. Not long after that the visions came. At random times during the day I would simply collapse into a vision, usually of someone's future death, soon there would be a new moan filling the air and if not I would feel their absents, so I knew what I saw was real. In truth I was in a living Hell and there was nothing to stop it. Lately I figured out that denying anything to the doctors was a bad choice, so I took the pills they gave me, let them examine me, whatever it took to get me out of here.

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