I look at the fifteen-year-old girl that was going through pain that even an adult couldn't handle. She seem so small with the restricts on her wrist and the pads on her hands. Her dark brown eyes were burning into the eyes of the nurses that are trying to calm her down, her words was like viper that cut through me with sorrow and fright for this poor girl that was given up by her own parents.

"Dr. Cullen." Said a voice that I recognize well.

I look to the man that claims to be the father of this child that given up all hope on her and treated her like she was a stranger.

"Yes?" I ask politely.

"There isn't much else to do at this point…" he trail off as he look at his daughter that was vainly trying to get the restricts off her hands and scream bloody murder if one of the nurses try to stop her in her attempts. He sighs as he look at her with disgust on his face that I had to try not to growl at before he face me, his expression suddenly hard. "My wife and I decided that it was best that we don't care for her anymore… we can help her at this point and we think its best that we ship her off to and asylum were they could take care of her."

"Mr. Garcia I don't think that is wise-"

"No…this has gone long enough, I can't take care of this girl anymore."

"That girl is your child."

"Not anymore. After today she is official disown."

I glare at him as he left me alone in the hallway going to his wife that looks like her tears were hollow almost fake.

"Dad! Mom!" Myra scream in agony as the nurses hold her down that made me cringe with sorrow and quilt that I couldn't help this child.

Her parents ignore her cries giving her the cold shoulder as they left the hospital and left her life. I walk into the room going pass the nurses and putting a hand on her cheek trying to calm her down. She stops her cries and her movements under my touch. I got to look at her closely and she is a beautiful child with her heart shaped face framed with pass the shoulders wavy black hair. Her eyes a beautiful dark brown color that was surrounded with scars that have stopped bleeding Her complexion was pale that she almost remind me of a vampire but her cheeks were flush. Tall at least 5'4 and slim but the way she holds herself make her seem almost petite. She looks at me with sadness in her eyes before letting her body relax but she refuse to lie down. She glares at the nurses who still have their hands on her.

"Get out." She hisses at them but they pay her no mind but look at me for reassurance.

I sigh as I nodded at them. One by one they let go of her slowly like they are afraid that she might attack but I gave them a warning look and they quickly left after that closing the door behind them. Myra looks at the door breathing a little roughly her eyes a far away look

"They are gone, aren't they?" Myra said.

"Yes, they want me to send you to an asylum when you are in better health here," I said sadly knowing that she is talking about her parents.

She was silent after that as I look at her charts.

" I'm not crazy." She whispers suddenly.

"I know Myra." I said softly.

"No you don't! They all say that but I know what they are thinking! They think I'm going crazy…that what I see it isn't there. Your just like the rest of them."

"See what, Myra?"

She looks away from me refusing to answer me. I silently walk up to her and lightly took my hands under her chin gently moving her head so her eyes could connect to mines.

"You could tell me." I promise her.

"Why should I? After I tell you, you will think like all the rest. I'm not stupid, Dr. Cullen." Myra all but spat at me.

"Then tell me Myra, who are you going to confine in? This must be a heavy burden to bare alone, you have to let somebody bare it with you before it becomes to hard for you."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Who else are you going to trust?"

She remain silent as I let her go gently before working on those cuts that only need a little ointment that she have to do regularly to get rid of the scars that are a sickly red scars on her face.

"I see things." She whispers to me.

I stop what I was doing to look down at her and she look up at me with guarded eyes but I could see just a touch of hope in her eyes.

"What do you see?" I ask curious.

She bit her lips nervously. I smile at her to reassure her that she could tell me.

"The dead." She said.

I look at her calmly trying not to show my worries to her as I toke a chair and sat in front of her. She looks eye-to-eye to me and waited for my reply.

"Dr. Cullen, please…believe me. I'm not crazy." She whispers desperately.

"I know your not crazy Myra and I believe you." I said softly truly believing her.

If there is Vampire there is a possibility that there could be spirits. She smile so brightly that her whole face beamed beautifully.

"You believe me but how do you know that its not my mind making it up?" She ask curious.

"Well since I look at your charts I realize that anything sharp was taken out of your room since the last time you been hurt and your nails." I said softly.

"My nails?"

She tries to move them to get a closer look of her nails forgetting that she was stuck for a moment. She gave an irritated huff that I chuckled softly at as I gently took off her pads and restricts off her hands and wrist. She sighs in relief when I took them off cradling one of her hands to her chest lightly. I grab one of her hands lightly looking at her small finger that all her fingernails were bit to the nub.

"Nervous habit." She said sheepishly

I shook my head and gave her a warm smile.

"You see your nails they are bit to the nub and whoever did this to you had long and sharp nails almost they seem unnatural as they cut so deep into your skin." I explain.

She smile before she throw her hands around me in a embrace and I was slightly caught off guard by it, she didn't even flinch form the coldness that comes off my skin. I embrace her softly resisting the urge to kiss her forehead like a father will do to his daughter but I know that will scare her off and I didn't want her to close off from me.

"Thank you." She whispers.

"Your welcome dear." I whisper back to her giving her one little squeeze before releasing her.

She let me go with a small smile that was soon replace with a yawn that made her cutely rub her right eye with the ball of her fist.

"Time for some rest, dear." I said as I gently coxed her to lay down which thankfully she did not fought.

"All that screaming left me tire." She joke and giggle lightly as she look at me.

I chuckled as I smooth the hair off her face just realizing I'm getting surprisingly attach so quickly to this girl it brought out my fatherly instincts. She relaxes against me and the sorrow in her eyes lightens just a little. I turn to leave but her hand shot out for mine stopping me from leaving. I turn her with a worry expression.

"Is everything alright?" I ask.

"The asylum…is it true what everyone says? That it is a horrible place to be…don't lie I need to truth." She said softly.

I gaze at her sadly before giving her my answer.

"Yes." I said.

She nodded her head sadly

"Thanks for everything Carlisle…I mean Dr. Cullen." she said with a blush coming to her face.

"It's okay child you could call me Carlisle and your welcome." I said lightly.

She nodded before letting me go but before I fully left the room I heard her say something that wasn't meant to be heard.

"I wish you were my father…I would of really love you." She whispers.

I silently close her door my dead heart braking with ever step I toke away from her room.

"Me too Myra." I whisper to myself as I step into my office

I knew in my heart that I couldn't let Myra go cause she already made her way into my heart.