Edward's aggressive behaviour and explosive personality brought him to Forks' mental institution. There, he meets Bella, a patient of five years suffering from a multiple personality disorder. AH, OOC.
AU/OOC/AH
Special Thanks to my beta AcrosTheSkyInStars, if I didn't have her i would be lost!
Mature audience only! Sexual and destructive behaviour.
Edward's POV:
"Mr. Cullen, I hope you are aware how lucky you are. Not many people have relatives in high places that are able to pull strings to bring you here," the fat bastard said. I rolled my eyes. Everything about this man annoyed me already. He paused to glance down to the files arranged on his desk. "So you're here with us for seven months," he continued, "and if you play nice, you're free to go, but if we find you too unstable, your ass is mine."
His yellowing teeth were sickly as he smiled at me and I felt dirty being in this dingy office. It smelled heavily of decay, like it hadn't been cleaned in years.
"Now, since you're not considered a danger, at the moment, you are being placed on the second floor. You are not permitted to leave the area without an orderly assisting you. If you're a good little boy, then you'll get some days where you're allowed outdoor activities, and once a month, you'll be permitted off the grounds."
I rubbed the back of my neck, easing the ever growing tension that was becoming more prevalent thanks to this jackass sitting in front of me. His tone and demeanour were trying my patience. He was treating me like I was a four year-old with a mental disability.
I tried to recount the events that brought me to this hell, but everything seemed to blur together. The only thing that stood out was the trial. My father had gotten me out of it, used his money to pay some people off. So instead of rotting away in some fucking prison cell like a caged animal, I was stuck in this hellhole for a couple of months.
The fucking old bastard that was sitting in front of me, acting all high and mighty, seemed to enjoy trying to belittle me, but I just rolled my eyes and made sure to sigh extra loudly.
"Mr. Cullen, Mrs. Benson will show you around the area and provide you with more rules that you must follow. Now, if you get out of line or harm any of our fellow inmates, your punishment will be handled by me. Don't push me kid, cause I'm waiting for you to mess up and join the folks up on the third floor."
"Whatever," I huffed.
"Now, Mr. Cullen, you will call me by Mr. Reed." The fat bastard tried telling me off.
I got up from my seat and could feel the drugs they'd provided earlier starting to affect me. I followed Mrs. Benson out of the room with two other male attendees. The walk down the corridor made it seem all too real but I knew that I had to suck it up and behave for seven months, so I could get out of this shithole. I just prayed no son of a bitch would try to push me because I had too short a temper to deal with any of it.
"Mr. Cullen, due to your explosive behavioural problems, we're putting you on some medication to help control your issues. However, if you attempt to harm yourself or any other patients, we will have to put you on the third floor," Mrs. Benson said.
I rolled my eyes again.
I get it. I fuck up; I'm on the third floor.
There's no need to repeat it eighty-six times.
Staring at Mrs. Benson, I noticed that she wasn't too bad to look at. Now, my standards for women were somewhat low; hell, give me a good set of female legs and I'll be fucking that in a second. But Mrs. Benson seemed too much of a tight ass for me. You know...the one that would only do the missionary position and always had to be on the bottom.
She swiped her key card and the white doors soon opened. I was a little shocked at how different it looked compared to the hallways. The walls were a dull yellow and the furniture was old, but at least it had somewhat of a personality.
Before I even took a step, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist. The woman's face was pressed into my shoulder and her lips were on my neck. The scent of strawberries drove me crazy and all I wanted to do was stand there and sniff her hair. Unfortunately, one of the male attendees pulled her off me; taking away my small sliver of strawberry heaven. A sudden emptiness filled my arms because her body had been extremely warm.
"Bella, what on heaven sakes are you doing?" Mrs. Benson asked.
That's when I saw her; she was more beautiful than I could have imagined. Her skin looked almost porcelain and her doe eyes made her look so innocent. She started to bite on her lower lip, which made my groin tighten because I could still smell her.
She smiled and wiggled herself from the male attendees grasp. "Well, Mrs. Benson, I found him," Bella said, all giddy. Her voice was confident and raspy, despite how excited she sounded. I was completely entranced.
"Found whom?" Mrs. Benson asked.
She playfully shook her head, letting her lovely brown locks fall all over her shoulder.
"My vampire lover, Eric," Bella said so matter-of-factly.
I was a little taken aback. Eric?
Mrs. Benson had a small smirk on her face, "Oh so now you're Sookie today, Bella?"
Bella shook her head and grabbed my hand. Her grip was soft and delicate. "Who's Bella? I'm Sookie, remember? Eric is finally here to take me away."
Bella looked like she was about to hug me again, but the other attendee grabbed a hold of her before she had a chance to wrap herself around me.
"Jake, could you bring Sookie back to her room?"
Before Jake could escort Bella away, she slipped through his grasp and her lips were on mine. It was shocking and unexpected, but it wasn't unwelcome. I tried to kiss back, but she was pulled off to quickly for me to move.
"I'm sorry about that, Mr. Cullen. Bella's, well...she's Bella," Mrs. Benson apologized.
After that, we moved on. Mrs. Benson gave me a quick tour and went over some ground rules.
No smoking, drinking, or doing anything remotely enjoyable. I was surprised we were allowed to fucking breathe on our own without them knowing about it.
I barely spoke two words to her and was lead straight to my room to unpack and get adjusted. I felt relieved that I at least got my own room. Thanks, pops.
After I was medicated again, I was soon staring up at the ceiling, unable to really think or move. The sun had set a long time ago and I was definitely mellowing out. My eyelids would flutter and my head would nod, but I wouldn't fall asleep. It was like my mind was refusing, even though it was as dark as it could get.
The creaking of my door woke me up from my zombie-like state of mind. I shifted and leant up against the wall to get a better look at who was intruding. The shadowy figure soon grew bigger and closer, as whoever it was approached my bed. I was about to shout for some assistance, but an oddly familiar presence consumed me as a small, warm hand covered my mouth.
"Shh, I just wanted to apologize for earlier," the sweet voice of Bella said. She crawled onto the bed, into the moonlight, and I saw her beautiful face and her small body. "I'm going to remove my hand, so please don't scream."
I just nodded. When her delicate hand was no longer on my mouth, I whispered, "What are you doing here?"
She settled in next to me, while I sat up and placed my back against the headboard. She moved the hair from her face to behind her ear, and I watched as she bit on her lower lip that was plump and soft pink in the moonlight.
She took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry for attacking you earlier. I wasn't really myself." She forced a small smile on her lips. I could tell she wanted to say more, but she kept quiet.
I wasn't really sure why I did it, but for some reason, my hand moved, like it was detached from my body. My fingers lightly trailed the skin of Bella's wrist, skipping up her arm as her eyes followed my movements. My hand ended up cupping her cheek and I turned her head to meet my gaze.
"I don't mind," I said quietly, "Sookie, is it?"
She rolled her eyes and playfully nudged my shoulder, causing my hand to drop to my side.
"Shut up, I have no control over my other halves," she remarked with a small chuckle. It was so weird, how she seemed to be okay with being openly crazy. But then again, I guess it wasn't so weird. I was in a mental institution.
"So who are you?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes.
She smiled now, small and perfect. "I'm Bella," she introduced, extending her hand, waiting for me to take it.
I shook my head and laughed. "Edward," I replied, taking her hand into my own.
"I can see this being the start of a beautiful friendship," Bella said as she released me. I smiled. I was so mesmerized by this woman. Despite the crazy she seemed to display, she seemed so innocent...so pure.
"Only friendship?" I asked, unable to help myself as I leaned in more, pressing my lips close to her ear. "I thought maybe we could try something else out."
I was trying to contain myself, but I could smell her hair, the strawberries, and I couldn't stop my inappropriate gestures.
I was actually shocked that she wasn't disgusted or even taken aback by my comment. She simply smirked, and lifted herself off the bed. The empty feeling came back because her warmth was comforting.
"Yeah, you see, I have a thing against dating crazy people," she said with a grin.
I smirked. "Well that's good, cause I'm not crazy," I said with a matter-of-fact tone to my voice.
She walked towards the door, but before leaving, she turned her head, "You know, only crazy people say they're not crazy. You just proved my point. "
I opened my mouth to speak, but she walked out before I could formulate a response. She left me stunned. I lay back down on the bed, smiling to myself as I thought of her. She was the last thing in my mind before the drugs finally kicked in and helped me to fall asleep.
"Wake up, Cullen. You need to take your medication and your routine therapy session starts in a half an hour," Jake said loudly, rousing me from my sleep.
I sat up, scratching the back of my head, wondering if last night had been a dream. Had Bella really been here?
"Give me a minute, I need to take a piss," I said, my voice hoarse.
He mumbled something under his breath as I got up. After taking a quick piss, I washed my face and tried to tame my crazy hair.
I could still see dark circles beneath my eyes and how sickly thin my face was. I was still no more than skin and bones, but I was starting to heal. My arms were getting some shape back into them and my movements no longer felt laboured. But I knew I still had a ways to go. I needed to exercise...
"Come on baby, I need another fix," Tanya said. I felt her grinding on top of me, twisting her lithe body. As much as I was aroused, I felt no urge to fuck her at the moment. I could barely focus on her and what she was doing. All I felt was the sharp, shooting pain in my arm.
I rolled over, causing Tanya to fall onto my other side. I rubbed the heels of my palms over my eyes, trying to zero in on my surroundings because everything was blurry. I sighed. Go figure, Tanya and I, again, doing heroine in her penthouse apartment.
I pulled the leather belt from around my bicep and felt the raw buzz surrounding the inside of my skin. The growing tension in my veins was becoming more prominent the more I lay there, motionless.
"Come on baby, just one more," she grovelled as she crawled closer to me.
Despite how shitty I felt, I had to laugh at myself. I turned the once famous, international runway model into a drug-obsessed whore. I mean, I had a bad habit, but that was due to the fact that it controlled my anger. She, on the other hand, did it just to be skinnier. How much smaller could she get when she was barely a toothpick?
"Fuck off T," I muttered.
"Don't tell me to fuck off," she whined, "just because daddy dearest is some important CEO doesn't mean shit, Edward. You're a poor excuse for a man, crying about how life is so hard. Get over yourself. And another thing…"
I didn't want to hear anymore, so I got up and left. Funny, how one moment could affect the rest of your life.
The call of my name brought me out of my thoughts. I grabbed a clean uniform and quickly changed, brushing my teeth and then doing one last check before I left the bathroom.
"Took you long enough; I expected this more from a woman than you," Jake said.
I just ignored his sarcastic comment and followed him to the front. He pointed to the short line in the corner of the room, which I assumed is where they discharged the drugs. I walked to the back of the line and looked around the room for Bella, or whichever personality was present at the moment.
"You look so familiar," a soft, almost childlike, voice said.
I turned around and saw a small, dainty woman. She looked no more than eighteen, but her petite body and short, bobbed haircut made her seem even younger.
"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion. My tone had been harsher than I'd intended and I frowned at how much of a dick I'd sounded like.
Despite my asshole behaviour, she gave me a huge smile and looked overly excited for no apparent reason.
"You're finally here, Thank God!" she squealed. I just blinked at her, a little taken aback at how creepy that sounded. How in the hell would she have known I'd be coming here?
"What?"
"You're finally here, for Bella," she clarified. Okay, now that creeped me out even more.
"What are you talking about?" My voice was close to cracking. "What does this have to do with Bella?"
She shook her head like this was some sort of game and I could feel my blood starting to boil. I hated being the last to understand something.
"You two belong together. I can see it now," she said with a sure nod of her head.
My eyes went wide, but then I realized...I'm in a mental institution. Why was I taking her seriously?
"Okay, since you're so sure of this, what do you think is going to happen next in that crystal ball of yours?" I asked sarcastically.
"Why should I tell you? It would be a lot more fun watching you trying to figure that out for yourself."
I shook my head. I could only take so many cryptic riddles before I lost it completely. I could feel my muscles tighten as I curled my hand into a fist, when I felt a firm grip on my shoulder. I was getting worked up for some reason, and just as I was about to turn around to tell the bastard to get his fucking hand off me, that soft, sweet voice cut through all my anger.
"Jazzy, Alice, what are you guys doing?"
I turned around, finding that the hand on my shoulder belonged to a tall, lanky man with blond hair. But my attention wasn't on him. It was on Bella, who was at his side. She looked absolutely beautiful, you know, even though she had on a large robe and her hair was up in a messy, loose bun.
Her beauty was natural.
"Bella, I was trying to calm him down," the blond man said quietly to her.
Bella grabbed his hand and pulled him aside, stepping up on her tiptoes to whisper something into his ear. He nodded in response to what she had said, going over to Alice and taking her hand before walking away.
"Sorry about them. They might come off strong, but they both have good hearts," she said, taking a spot in line.
"Yea, yea," I muttered to myself.
She rubbed my shoulder softly, kneading the tense muscle a little bit harder as my eyes fluttered closed. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself, to prevent me from doing something drastic...like jumping Bella. I felt my dick growing hard as her strawberry scent, coupled with her gentle touch, drove me to madness. My heart was in overdrive, pounding for her as I tried to stand as still as possible.
"You always look so angry," she whispered, keeping her voice low. My eyes flew open and I turned my head. I would have responded, but Bella kept going, "You're next." She pointed in front of me and I sighed, taking a step up to the counter, where a fat, old nurse was perched on her stool.
"Mr. Cullen," she said in a bored voice, holding a clipboard in one hand and a small container of pills in the other.
I pointed to the multicoloured pills, "What the hell are those?"
She huffed and narrowed her eyes at the charts on her clipboard. "Mostly sedatives and lithium," she responded, holding the pills out, expecting for me to actually put all that shit in my body.
Fuck that. When the hell did I agree to take all this?
"I'm not taking that shit," I said, my voice growing louder with each word as I took a few steps back. I turned slightly and found that Bella had retreated as well and was watching me with a furrowed brow.
I faced the nurse once more and she rolled her eyes, "Mr. Cullen, either you take these pills quietly and step aside, or I will get an orderly to assist you; your choice."
My anger was rising and my face was hot as she shoved the pills closer to me. I couldn't help it, I snapped. I flicked the pills out of her hand and growled out a "fuck you!"
I could barely take a breath before a bearish creature captured me in his arms.
"Mr. Lutz, could you please escort Mr. Cullen back to his room and make sure he takes the necessary medication?" the fat nurse asked.
"This is bullshit," I muttered. I struggled against the orderly's grasp, but damn, the motherfucker was strong. I couldn't move more than an inch. I tried to kick him, but failed miserably.
"Calm down," the tall, beastly orderly kept repeating.
I didn't dare look at Bella as the orderly escorted me away, back to my room. I kept trying to wriggle free, but he had a death grip on me. There was no way I could have escaped.
When I was in my room, Jake came in, and he and the larger one, the one who'd been restraining me, tied me to my bed. I lay there, defeated, sighing at how I was fucking tied to my bed right now. It was ridiculous.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a third man enter the room. He was much other than the two orderlies with a shock of bright blond hair and a clean, crisp lab coat.
"Thank you, Jake, Emmett," he said with a nod to the orderlies, "I can take it from here."
"You sure?" Emmett asked.
The older man gave him a warm smile and nodded his head. I tried to pull my hands and legs from their restraints, but it was useless. My limbs hurt from tugging and my neck hurt from straining it to look at him. I dropped my head back down to my pillow as he came to my side and placed his small, black bag on the nightstand.
He opened it up, pulling out a fairly large needle, placing it down on the table.
"Mr, Cullen, my name is Carlisle; I will be your physician," he said calmly. For some strange reason, his voice relaxed me. I was still angry that I was strapped to my bed, but I was as calm as he sounded.
"Now, looking at your charts," he scanned the clipboard, "I see you've been diagnosed with an extreme bipolar disorder."
I think he paused to wait for me to respond, but I kept my mouth shut.
"I know it's your first week here," he continued, "and it can be especially hard for those patients whose tempers flare easily, but I need to ask for your cooperation."
I angled my head, waiting for him to go on.
"I'm aware of your situation, and even though your stay with us will be relatively short, I believe you need to be on your best behaviour. I can't say I can imagine what's going on in your head, and that's not why I'm here. I'm just here to make sure you're physically healthy," he said with a genuine smile. I smiled weakly in return before he said, "Looking at your past history, I see that you were addicted to heroin, is that right?"
He waited for a response again, but I just stared up at him. He gave me a small smile and nodded.
"And you were sent to rehab earlier for that addiction?"
I didn't respond.
"It also shows on your report that you relapsed before the time of the accident, so I assume it's safe to say you are still going through withdrawals."
He then took a longer pause, waiting for me to fill in the blanks for him, but I didn't.
"Ok, Mr. Cullen, can I call you Edward?"
My voice finally caught up to me and I softly said, "Edward."
It was strange, how this doctor took such pride in me saying my own name.
"See Edward, I'm not here to hurt you in any way. Now, you're about to miss your first therapy session with my lovely wife, who is waiting for you. Wouldn't you rather be out there, than tied to this bed?"
I nodded.
"I think you're a good kid, Edward, who has just fallen on hard times," Carlisle commented as he set his clipboard down on the table, next to his bag. "We're not the enemies here. We're not trying to get you locked up for good. We're simply trying to get you back on the right path, and it's hard to do that with you shouting obscenities or tied to your bed. If you promise to keep your anger in check, I can promise you receive the best care, and a possible early release."
I thought about it for a second. I knew he was probably lying, but I wanted to get the hell out of the fucking bed, so I just nodded.
"Excellent. Let me bring back Emmett to untie you and walk you to therapy."
With that, he got off his chair and grabbed the needle, placed it back in bag, and snapped it shut.
I groaned...this was going to be a very long seven months.
Bella's POV:
My head was buzzing from last night. I tried to go over in my head what had happened but felt as the numbness took over instead. I know I went to Edward's room to apologize, but before that, nothing came to mind.
Edward. No one can describe the undeniable pull I felt when I was around him. It was as if I had been living in the darkness for so many years, that I never realized how much I had missed the light.
"What are you smiling about?" Alice asked.
I turned my head slightly and saw Alice sitting on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth as she looked at me.
"Nothing," I answered nonchalantly.
She leaped off her bed and pranced over to mine. I shifted a bit so she could have more room and she lay down next to me.
"You're such a liar," she said as she tucked her arms beneath her head, "I can see it in your eyes...in your face. Hell, even your whole body. You look different."
I rolled my eyes. "How do I look different?"
She grabbed my hand, "Because you look happy. Plus, I'm psychic, remember?"
"How can I forget that?" I asked with a laugh.
It's strange, how five years have passed, and I'm still here. I remember being fourteen...so scared of this place. But now, it's my home. I would think of leaving, and then I'd have another attack, another episode. I figured I may as well just stay here, as it suited me better than any other place.
Who would actually want me out there in the real world?
The people who lived in this place were sort of like my family now, especially Alice. She had been my security blanket for so many years and I still remember the day she arrived...
Four years ago.
I had just awoken from another attack, and this time, my headache was not going away. My depression was now starting to affect my everyday activities. I had even thought about killing myself, just to be able to stop from changing, but I could never bring myself to do it.
It's weird, how the smallest problems can make me change into one of my altars. And the sad part was that I couldn't remember any of the stuff my altars did when they took control of my body. It's like I simply woke up from a nap.
I heard the door open but I didn't feel like moving my head to see who was entering. I heard Nurse Hale's voice as she spoke and I heard her husband, Emmett, as he made a comment as well.
"Alice, your roommate for the time being is Miss Swan, but everyone calls her Bella. Bella, I know you're awake, say hi to your new roommate," Rosalie said.
I just turned over on my side, facing the wall. I felt a dip in the bed and fingers running through my hair methodically. It was something Rosalie always did.
"I know...Bella. Everything's going to be okay," a kind, sweet voice said. I turned my head, finding that it wasn't Rosalie who spoke, and it certainly wasn't she who was soothing me. I saw Alice, for the first time. She had short, black hair and these bright, blue eyes.
I felt Alice's fingers running through my hair again, breaking me out of my daze. We'd been friends ever since the moment we met.
"You know...Rose is expecting again."
My eyes widened as I stared up at Alice. "Are you serious?" I asked.
She nodded her head emphatically. "Yes! I know...so many years of trying, and she's finally pregnant, for real."
I sat up, leaning against the headboard. "You've seen it? The baby...the baby will make it this time?"
"Yes," Alice replied, clasping her hands together and clutching them to her chest. "The baby will make it. I'm so excited for them."
I smiled, as I was happy and excited for them too. It had been hard on them, ever since they'd tried to start a family. Rose had had too many miscarriages to count, and she didn't deserve any of it. All she wanted to do was be a mother, and I knew she'd make a fantastic one at that.
She just couldn't seem to carry out the pregnancies every time she found out she was with child.
But I believed Alice when she said the baby would make it. She'd been right one hundred percent of the time, and I wasn't about to doubt her now.
I couldn't help but smile again, because I couldn't wait to talk to Rose. She and Emmett had been busy lately with a bunch of stuff, including the new house they'd recently purchased. But she always made sure she stopped by after work or during her off hours to chat with me.
Four months ago.
I was walking around outside, just enjoying the fall weather before it became too harsh to be without a jacket. While I was walking to my favourite resting spot, I heard soft sobs coming from behind one of the large oak trees. I peered around it and saw Rose resting up against the tree, with her knees to her chest, sobbing her heart out.
I didn't say a word, just sat down and pulled her head to my lap, running my fingers through her hair, which she did to me all the time when I was upset.
We stayed like that for a while; her crying and me singing a soft lullaby to her. It was one that my mother sang to me when I was younger.
"I lost it again."
She didn't have to tell me, because I already knew. She and her husband Emmett had been trying for over a year to have a baby, but with no luck.
When the sun was going down, I heard the soft crunching of leaves coming towards us. I looked up and saw a worried Emmett. He just gave me a small smile and took Rose back inside.
I didn't see Rose for almost three weeks after that happened. But like always, she comes back and she puts on a brave smile, pretending like everything's okay.
All I hope for is that Rose keeps this baby, for her sanity alone, if nothing else.
Emmett's voice broke me out of my trance again, "Bella, get out of bed."
I looked up and shook my head.
"She keeps daydreaming...I wonder who it's about?" Alice said sarcastically, placing one of her fingers on her chin.
I hit her in the head with a pillow, "Hey!" Alice shouted.
I giggled and grabbed my robe from one of the chairs across the room. I wasn't in the mood to deal with my hair so I just put it in a messy bun.
"Later!" Alice shouted, but before leaving, she stopped in front of Emmett and whispered something into his ear.
"Aww," Emmett said and gave me a wink.
My cheeks turned a crimson red. "You suck, Alice!" I shouted, but she was probably at the other end of the hall already.
"So you and…"
I stopped him before he could continue. "Don't even say it or think it."
I pushed my hands against his shoulders and started to walk to the main hall. "So I'm guessing you heard Rose is pregnant again?"
"Yes, how is she doing?" I asked sincerely.
He smiled sadly, "I just don't want her to get her hopes up again. I know the last one killed her...and I still don't think she's over it."
I grabbed his hand and gave him a light squeeze. "Truthfully, I believe this is it."
"Let's hope," he said, more to himself than me.
Smiling, I said, "And if it's a girl, I expect 'Bella' to be somewhere in the name," trying to lighten up the conversation.
Emmett's booming laughter filled up the room. When we entered the main hallway, I saw Edward talking to Alice, but I could tell by his posture that he looked angry.
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