a/n: This story was inspired by both the movie Girl Interrupted and Red Hot Chili Pepper's song Breaking The Girl. It is somewhat dark and twisted. AU/AH Rated M for language and adult situations. Big props to Casey for all her beta work. Thank you!

BREAKING THE GIRL

CHAPTER 1

Twisting and turning
Your feelings are burning
You're breaking the girl
She meant you no harm
Think you're so clever
But now you must sever
You're breaking the girl
He loves no one else

day 1

The rain is pelting the windows of the cruiser in a steady rhythm as my father pulls out onto the interstate. The shock of his snatch and grab is starting to wear off and now I want nothing more than to claw the fuck out of his face and run as fast as my legs will carry me.

"This is truly fucking unbelievable, Charlie!"

I'm screaming and kicking the back of his seat. I will not come quietly. Probably why he has decided to stick me in the back of his police cruiser for the drive.

Fucking traitor.

"Bells, cut that shit out. We have a four hour drive and I really don't want to have to come back there and cuff you for the duration. You copy?"

"Fuck you." I mumble in return but put my legs down and slouch in my seat.

I sit back staring out the window, once again trying to figure out how I got myself in this fucked up situation to begin with. I was just finishing my junior year of college. I was on the Dean's list. I was in a very happy, committed relationship with the man of my dreams.

I had a plan. A very clear plan. A plan that did not include being chucked into a mental hospital.

I'm very tempted to start kicking the seat again.

Instead I close my eyes and drift off, all the fight draining out of my body as my thoughts wander to the last time I saw Edward.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

Edward sighs, his hand tugging at his hair like it does when he's feeling stressed.

"Bella … I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore. I'm done."

"What do you mean your done? What the hell does that mean? What did I do? I don't understand!"

Tears are streaming down my face, my nose is running, I'm sure I look like hell but I don't give a damn. My world is falling apart around me. How could he do this to me?

"You didn't do anything, Bella! I just … I need to get out there. Experience life. You do too. You don't marry your first boyfriend. You don't settle with your high school sweetheart unless she's knocked up … I just think we need to be with other people. See other things. Maybe we'll end up together again … I don't know. I just know I need to get the hell out of Washington. All this rain … fucking depressing weather. I need a chance to shine too, you know?"

No I don't know. I have no fucking clue what he's talking about. He seems to realize this and his hands leave his hair to pull me into a hug. I think I might puke.

"Bella, baby. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. Please promise me you'll try? Please?"

I can't feel my heart. It feels like it might have fallen out of my chest. I feel like I can't breathe. I push him away, holding my body tightly with my arms, trying to hold my insides together.

"I … I don't think I can live without you, Edward."

Edward's face gets serious and he grips my arms tightly in his hands, shaking me slightly.

"God dammit, Bella. Would you fucking breathe? Fuck." He takes a deep breath himself and loosens his grip. It doesn't matter. I'm sure there will be five small bruises on each of my arms when he's gone.

A souvenir.

"Bella. Promise me. Promise you won't do anything stupid."

I can barely breathe but I can't deny him, even now. I nod my head and whisper. "Okay."

He kisses my head and goes back into the house to pack, leaving me alone on the porch, feeling destroyed and alone.

Charlie shakes me roughly. "Bella, honey, wake up. We're here."

I get out of the car and follow him wordlessly out of the car and into the doors of the hospital.

The sign outside reads CLAYMOORE "A community that cares."

I squeeze my eyes tight and focus on breathing and taking small steps. Breathing and walking. Its about all I'm capable of anymore.

Charlie opens the door and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, ushering me in.

I walk in and follow him down the hall to check in. We are greeted by a nurse who appears to be somewhere in her early thirties. Her badge reads NURSE CARMEN. She introduces herself, welcomes us, and walks us to the head doctor's office.

The plaque on the door reads DR. CARLISLE CULLEN, MD.

She knocks twice on the door and waits for a response before opening the door and stepping inside. We follow and are greeted by a very handsome blonde man, possibly early forties, with a wide smile to go with his good looks.

"Welcome. I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You can call me Carlisle." He shakes Charlie's hand as I fall into a chair in front of the desk. I can't be bothered. Despite all the pleasantries, I'm being brought here against my will and I have no intention of being polite for it.

Doctor White Teeth takes it all in stride. "Please, sit down."

Charlie smiles and takes a seat, thanking the quack and they start talking particulars while I stare out the window and count backwards in my head, doing my best to ignore them and push down my panic.

When I start paying attention again, I look around to see that Charlie has already left and Dr. Hotness is standing by his desk, looking at me intently.

I get the impression that he probably just asked me a question, so I nod.

Why the hell not? 50/50 chance its the right answer. Thanks for saying goodbye dad. Asshat.

"Yes? Yes, you want to sit in my office all day?"

Right. So no was the word I was looking for … my bad.

I immediately shake my head no.

"No?" The good doctor smiles and opens the door. "Let's show you to your room, get you settled, alright?"

I nod and stand from my chair, following silently. The halls are just like any other hospital I've visited, and I've visited many.

Stark white, check. Cold as a fucking crypt, check.

I'm thinking of tapping my heels and repeating "There's no place like home" as we reach a closed door and Dr. Hotness stops.

"Here we are."

He opens the door and there are two beds, two dressers, one window that's locked of course, and not much else.

Oh, yes … real homey.

Suddenly the second bed registers.

"I have a roommate?"

Dr. Hotness smiles and nods, prodding me into the room with a gentle tap to the back.

"Yes. Alice is in therapy right now. You'll meet her soon."

He points to the bed and dresser on the right that are empty. "This will be your side of the room. Go ahead and make yourself at home. The nurse will be in to discuss your schedule tomorrow. Tonight, just get some rest."

His smile is so kind, so warm, that I resist the urge to make another sarcastic comment.

Besides, sleep is sounding pretty good right now …

"Thanks, Doc." I answer, going over to my side and tossing my bag on the floor.

"Carlisle." He reminds me and with a wave, he's gone, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

"Home sweet home." I whisper to the empty room. I tuck in under the well-worn quilt without bothering to take off my clothes or shoes.

I stare at the wallpaper peeling near my floorboards as I slowly drift off to sleep.

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