So...I lied. I decided to post it tonight.

So this was just a random thing I decided to write. Thought it would be fun, and I needed something new to write anyway. I honestly have no idea if there are places like this, or if things would happen this way...but it's fiction, and my imagination fails.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Chapter song... We Are Broken by Paramore. This is everyone starting to come to terms with their problems. They are broken, but they are trying to heal.

Oh, and I don't have a beta, so sorry for any mistakes. :/ If anyone would like to become my beta, that would be amazing.


Chapter One.

Six months later.

"Oh, cheer up Bella, it'll be fun!" My aunt, Esme, chirped in her usual cheerful tone. She was smiling in that way adults did when they tried to convice them that they dentist was fun, or that a shot wouldn't hurt.

I shot her a wary glance and turned to stare out the windshield in front of me, drumming my fingers on the doors armrest anxiously.

Fun was-with no doubt-the last way I would describe this.

"Look, there it is!" Esme announced, turning on her turn signal.

All I saw was a long dirt driveway, with a sign-that was falling down and in dire need of a new coat of paint-hanging over the entrance.

"Sunset Camp" it read in what had probably once been bright yellow letters, otherwise known as my home for the next three months.

What the sign didn't say about Sunset Camp, was that it wasn't just a camp, it was a camp for troubled teens. In my opinion that meant kids that were doing drugs, or had stolen a car or something. Not someone like me.

Okay, so I was the first to admit I wasn't normal, and that I did have a lot of issues. How could someone go through what I had, and not have issues. But in the nearly six months I had been living with Esme, I could already see the improvement in me. It wasn't a huge improvement, to be honest, I still wasn't anywhere close to normal, but it was a huge improvement to me. And it was enough of one that I didn't see why I needed to come here.

"It's either this or therapy," Esme had told me last month, handing me Sunset Camp For Troubled Teens borchure.

Therapy was something I aboustely didn't want to do. Sunset Camp wasn't a much better option, but at least it would be with other people, and maybe I could just hide in the shadows-which was kind of my specialty-and no one would make me open about my past.

Well, a girl could hope, at least.

Esme slowed down her SUV as the camp came into view.

It didn't really look like a camp. At least not like the camps I had been to when I was little. There was no little wooden cabins, and a falling down building with a messily painted sign reading "Mess Tent" or any of that stuff. Instead there were three nice looking houses sitting in front of us.

She pulled into a small parking lot looking thing-it was probably better described as a square of dirt, and shut off the car.

Sighing I reached for the door handle and got out, getting my bags out of the backseat. Esme came over and took one of the bags from me, giving me a reassuring smile that I couldn't return.

"You must be Isabella Swan."

We both turned to see an extremely tall native American walking towards us. He was wearing khaki shorts and a polo that was, of course, yellow. Yellow was obviously some sort of theme here.

"Yes, this is Bella," Esme said, smiling. "And I'm Esme Cullen."

"Sam Ely," he said, putting his hand out to shake Esme's. He didn't shake my hand, but smiled. "Ready to get checked in?"

No. No. Please no.

I frowned. "Okay," I murmured. For a minute I felt like I was going to cry. Don't be a baby. You don't need anyone, and you shouldn't be relying on her that much anyway.

"I know you don't want to me here, but I really do think it will be good for you. I wouldn't have made if you I thought it wouldn't be," she explained.

"I know."

"I'll see you in three months, honey. Take care of yourself, have a good time. Call me when you get the chance, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay." I felt tears sting my eyes and I felt annoyed at myself over again. I was surprised that I felt this sad over her leaving. But Esme was the only family I had for in so long, that actually cared about me, and I couldn't imagine not seeing her for the next three months.

"I'll miss you," I mumbled, looking at the ground.

Her entire face softened, and she leaned over to hug me. "I'll miss you too, Bella."

She pulled away, and we stood there awkwardly for a moment, and I knew she needed to leave before things got harder or more awkward. "Bye."

"Bye. Have a good time, honey," she smiled at me again, and got into the car.

Sam and I took a step back so we were out of her way and she pulled the SUV out, turned around and disappeared down the driveway, the dust erasing her from view.

"Ready to go?" Sam asked, glancing at me.

I let out a long sigh, and turned to look at the buildings in front of me with.

Three whole months had never seemed so long.

Check in was a long process. Inside the building they searched my bags for weapons or anything else that wasn't allowed at the camp. They patted me down to make sure I had nothing like that on my body either. Sam told me I'd be in group C, and I stood back while he talked to one of the other counselors, waiting for him to take me to my group. I wasn't impatient though, I was in no hurry to met all the other kids.

"This is Alice Brandon, she's in your group, Sam." A tall dark haired woman said. She was extremely pretty, but the sharpness of her eyes and voice gave her an edge. Beside her was a short, skinny, black haired girl. She turned to look at me, her smokey blue eyes studying me as she raked a hand through her short, spikey hair.

"Thanks Leah," Sam said, and motioned for Alice to come stand with us. Leah smiled back at him and walked out the door.

"Alice, this is Isabella," Sam introduced quickly.

"Bella," I muttered.

Alice smiled. "So...what are you in for?"

I bit my lip like I always did when I was nervous or reluctant. "What are you in for?" I tried to turn the question back on her. I didn't like to pry, but I as curious about what this girl had done. She was maybe five feet and her eyes seemed to have a warmness to them that I hadn't expected to find here. I couldn't imagine what she had done.

"It's really stupid," she warned me, rolling her eyes. "See, ever since I was little, I've been able to....see things. Stuff before it happens. I don't know how it works, I just know it does. Anyway it freaked my parents out when I started talking about stuff that hadn't happened...and then it did happen. They've been trying to get me to go to therapy ever since. This year they finally drew the line, and told me it was this or they were cutting me off from everything." She shrugged. "So here I am." Her eyes met mine, and it looked like she was waiting for me to tell her that she was crazy or something.

When I didn't, she smiled. "Well I told you, so what are you in for?"

I don't want to talk about it... "Uh," was all I managed.

Her face softened. "It's okay. I don't mind talking about my stuff, but I know some people do."

"Thanks," I murmured.

She smiled. "I think we are going to be good friends."

I smiled back at her. It was awfully sudden to say something like that, but I hoped she was right.

Sam turned back to us then, with a wide smile spread over his face, so I knew he had heard at least the end of our conversation. "You guys are the last ones in your group, so everyone is already at the cabin. Ready to go meet everyone else?"

No. But neither of us said anything, just shrugged, and Sam lead us outside and towards the cabin that would be our home for the next three months.