I'm giving you all a warning for this. While Lexie has entered a new body, her mind is still her own. So Trigger Warning, as she has PTSD, depression and anxiety. You will see what it's like for someone who hears voices, because while for some who have
never experienced it before may think it's bogus, for those of us who live with it on a daily basis, it's extremely real, and can get extremely bad without treatment. It may be different for others, but this is basically how mine affects me. I'm sorry
for those who feel this hits too close, but this is going to be significant in the future.
Oh... I don't own Twilight. After all, my house is tiny, I rent, and I live on frozen dinners and instant romen...
"You are done. You will notice the Bella you become will be much different, but it's a good different. Are you ready?"
Lexie took a deep breath and nodded. She felt herself being sucked back into some kind of vortex. Here goes nothing..
BPOV
I groaned as I began to wake up. Around me all I could hear was beeping. I could smell bleach and other disinfectants, and a smell I recognized as gauze pads and medical type. To my left I caught the scent of cologne, covering a fainter smell of beef
jerky and gun powder. Weird. I opened my eyes and looked around, seeing I was indeed in the hospital, but not one I've ever seen before. This wasn't Tennessee... at least no part I had been before. That said a lot, seeing as I had been to every part
of the state looking for treatment. Running my hand through my hair brought me another shock. I had two IVs in my left arm, one in my forearm and the other on my upper arm. I also found long, chestnut locks. What had happened to my short blonde hair?
I blinked, finding another IV in my right arm and saw a boot around my leg. What...
I looked to my left to find a man I had never seen before. His black hair had silvery-white showing throughout, giving it a salt and pepper look. I could only see half of his face, as he had his arms folded on the side of the bed, his head laid there
as he let out small snores. A thick mustache covered his upper lip, but short stubble joined it on his cheeks, neck and chin. The man wore a thick hunters green jacket, and I frowned. Who was he?
Wait... I looked around again, noticing my pale skin where it was once tan, though fading with sickness. Chestnut hair, not blonde... I closed my eyes, chewing my lip a moment before pulling my gown forward a little and looking for my port. Nothing. Just
smooth, bruised skin. Not only that, but my chest... no longer was it flat and scarred from a surgery meant to have saved my life. I had breasts... at least a large B cup, maybe a small C... weird... I let go of the gown and felt my face. Smooth...
no scars...
Holy shit...
And just like that, I remembered what happened. I was no longer Alexis James Miles... I was Isabella Marie Swan. I... I just got a second chance at life. I was in a cancer free, rather healthy body. Seconds later I also found that her body may be healthy,
but this was still my mind. I still had PTSD...
How, you ask?
Easy...
Remember us, baby? No meds now to keep us away... The voice of my first girlfriend sneered.
You stupid bitch! You really thought it would be that easy?! Her brother's voice joined and I began to shake. I started to take deep breathes and distracted myself, or tried to.
Luckily the man next to me woke up, blinking his eyes groggily and yawning. He scratched his chin and looked around, his eyes landing on me. I tilted my head, wondering if this was Charlie. I silently hoped so, as I had never really had a dad. How would
I interact with him?
"Bells!" he gasped, standing to give me a hug. I returned it awkwardly, not use to the action. He pulled away, searching my eyes a moment. "Bella, do you remember me?"
His eyes were so desperate and I chewed my lip, hoping he wouldn't be upset with me. "I'm sorry, I don't even remember where I am... or how I got here..." My voice was scratchy from a lack of use and he frowned in disappointment but quickly went to fill
a plastic cup with water, sticking a straw in it. He turned back to me and handed it to me with gentle hands. I tried to lift it to my lips but pain shot through my shoulder. Clearly whatever I had been on had worn off. He was quick to take the cup
and lift it to my lips, waiting till I took two or three mouthfuls before setting it on the table beside me. "Do you need something for pain?" he asked gently. I squeezed my eyes shut and clinched my jaw when stabbing pain shot up my leg, followed
by hot pain spreading down my arm from my shoulder and up my neck.
"Shit!" I hissed through my teeth and nodded. "Please..."
I heard him rush to the door, still trying to breathe through my pain. I knew there was a call button but it seemed this man didn't think it would be fast enough. I was slowly able to open my eyes to see a pale woman come in, her hair a mixture of dark
and light browns, skin snow white and her eyes were chocolate brown, a thin ring of gold around the pupil. I wanted to be curious, but all I could focus on was the woman in blue scrubs and a white doctor's coat. She smiled gently at me as the man
I still couldn't accurately place sat down.
"Ms. Swan, I'm Dr. Plait. This is morphine, and should help with your pain." I nodded and watched her flush one of my IVs, which I tracked to a simple bag of fluids. It didn't take long for me to feel the effects of the morphine hit me, eating at the
pain and letting me relax. I sighed in relief. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Of course. Now, Charlie mentioned that you had some memory loss?" Her voice was gentle, much like the man's had been. I nodded. I knew close to nothing of Isabella's life, and memory loss would explain a lot. "Is there anything you remember?"
"I... I mean I know my name, I remember basic things from school... but... nothing more." I turned from her to look at the man. He smiled at me.
"Bells, I'm Charlie. I'm your father."
That book go basic shit right but I never would have pinned this guy as my father, or a cop... "You're my dad..." Despite my slight surprise, I grinned. I had a dad! One that clearly cared about me! He seemed pleased with my reaction. I smiled and turned
back to Dr. Plait. I fully intended to listen to her when the voices suddenly got louder.
I almost forgot how stupid you were... I whimpered and placed a hand on my head.
That man can't love you! How could anyone love such a worthless piece of shit?!
"Isabella?"
Fucking skank!
"Bells?"
I didn't realize it, but I holding my head and started curling into myself. "Make them stop..." I sobbed, feeling myself begin to shake.
NOPOV
Dr. Plait pulled our her hospital cell, her fingers flying over the keys. Charlie was panicking and tried to reach out to his daughter, but the moment his hand touched her back she screamed, flinching away and muttering more. A nurse ran in and handed
Dr. Plait a syringe, glancing at the clearly frightened girl as she did so. The other woman wasted no time in pushing the medicine through the IV, flushing it through afterwards. It only took moments for Bella's rocking to stop. A few minutes later
she stopped shaking, her muttering stopping a moment later. A sigh of relief left her mouth as her body relaxed back, eyes half-lidded. She looked a moment away from falling asleep when Dr. Plaid crouched down a little and spoke in a soothing, gentle
voice. It seemed every part of her was calm, and screamed for others to be the same.
"May I call you Bella?"
"Yes..."
"Bella, do you hear voices?"
A tear rolled down her cheek as her eyes looked to her father, then she let her head turn back to the woman. She closed her eyes a moment before she nodded. "Yes... all the time."
"Do you have flashbacks?"
"Yes."
"Bella I'm sorry to ask you this, but please this can only help." Bella simply nodded, crossing her arms. "Has..." Dr. Plait looked down a moment and took a deep breath. "Have you ever been abused before?"
The tears were freely rolling down her cheeks now and she nodded. Charlie looked pained. "Oh, god..."
"Isabella, would you be willing to see a colleague of mine? He could help you, maybe give you some medications. Would you be okay with that?"
"Yes... please..." she mumbled out before her eyes closed. Charlie let out a wounded sound, horrified that something like that could happen to his little girl. Dr. Plait sighed as she stood, equally horrified that anyone would hurt another like that.
Her own past flashed briefly before her eyes.
"Dr. Plait..."
"Please, Charlie, you know to just call me Esme." He nodded and continued.
"Esme, can you please give me the name of your colleague?"
"Of course. His name is Eleazer Denali. In fact, he's an old friend of the his wife passed several years ago, he delved into psychiatric work, to help his daughters, and now... well looks like he'll help your daughter." She wrote down
the number and handed it to the Chief and he thanked her before she took her leave.
XxXxX
Lexie sighed as she leaned against the wall sporting a Scooby Doo beanie, a white tank top, and ripped blue jeans. Her feet were covered in black army style combat boots. She was waiting for the club leader to enter for the first meeting. She wasn't really sure why she was here. Yeah she was all for anti-bullying, but she hated clubs. It usually didn't get her out of class and wasted what time she had left on-
Her brain short circuited as the reason she was here walked in. Jessie smiled warmly at her, red hair framing her face and flowing down her back. She wore a simple black t-shirt skinny jeans, and white converse. She shorter woman walked over and pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's lips, pulling back with a goofy grin and stealing the beanie off her head. "Thanks for coming, baby," she smiled, pulling the beanie over her head. Lexie pouted, running a hand over her newly growing back hair. It was just about an inch long now but still.
"Not a problem. You know I have some more time recently." Lexie smiled gently and reached up to run her own hand through the blonde hair.
"I know. I'm glad," Jessie whispered, giving her another kiss. That's how Hayley and James later found the two.
"Uh... Is this the L.A.S.T. club?" The guy's voice broke them apart and Jessie was clearly sporting a light blush, while Lexie held a goofy grin on her face.
"Yeah. Uh... Lexie, this is my friend Hayley, and her boyfriend, James."
XxXxX
Lexie woke again and let more tears fall, remembering she hadn't just left behind her best friend, but her girlfriend as well. With a sigh she just shook her head and tried to fall back to sleep.
Alright just another chapter but hey, I'm too impatient to wait for my beta to get off work :P
Edit(9/27/16):I realized I wrote that Esme had a husband. My mistake, here she does not. Here he is a former friend of her creator, which is how they met. Hopefully my app works and it posts correctly.