A/N: I do not own Twilight.

Behind Locked Doors

Chapter Two Second Entrance

Dear nobody,

I received a letter today. It was from Rosalie. It was signed Rosalie Hale Cullen and as soon as I saw her signature I knew that she was now married. I do not know why she calls me Miss Swan when I am no longer a Swan. She claims to care for me but I know that she doesn't. After all why would she?

Maybe I should write back. It would be nice to have a visitor, after all.

No I am not going to write back. I have no desire to see that woman again, ever. She has what I was supposed to have. How long until she becomes pregnant? Probably not long. I have no desire to see her expecting or to even see her glowing from marital bliss. I was glowing myself once but not anymore, after all one cannot glow without a husband and I lost mine.

I dream about him, you know. In those dreams he tells me he loves me and that he always will. He wants me to be happy, he says and I tell him that I can't be happy without him in my life.

I wake up crying and then I'm shaking and then I am screaming and then they come and they put those needles in me that makes me calm and so I stop feeling anything for a while.

This morning a new patient arrived to this hell hole so I finally have a roommate. I do not know why she is here though, we have yet not spoken. They call her Alice so that must be her name. Alice. I wonder about her history, I hope she'll tell me because I was raised not to be openly curious and nosy. It is rude, my father always told me.

Dear Miss Swan,

I am sorry that you have not wanted to reply to my letter so I am now trying once again to reach out to you. How much do you remember of what happened? I realize that you might be going through those horrible shock treatments and that those may cause some memory loss for you. Or maybe you don't want to write me back. If that is the case then I am sorry. Bella, I am deeply sorry for all the pain I may have caused you. It was never my intention to hurt you and that you must know.

You probably could tell from my last letter that I am now indeed a married woman. Yes I married him, Bella. I care for him deeply, you must know that. I am not sorry that I married him. He takes care of me and makes me happy. I am still sorry that I hurt you though.

I would like to visit you. I may come to the asylum soon.

Sincerely, Rosalie Hale Cullen

Today I received yet another letter from Mrs. Cullen and I read it and then I crumpled it up into a ball and threw it on the floor. I then lay down on my hard bed, there isn't much furniture in this room, you see. To my surprise and delight my roommate spoke to me then.

"Bad news?" she asked me sitting up on her bed.

"No, not really," I answered looking at her.

They had yet to shave her head I noticed; my own brown curls were long gone by now. I was used to it by now.

"It's just someone I wish would stop writing me," I decided to explain a little. "We used to be friends, I guess." I shrugged.

The pixie like young woman with long black hair looked at me. She looked so tiny and maybe she wasn't a woman maybe she was merely a child.

"I'm Alice," she said quietly.

"Bella," I said.

Alice looked down on her hands.

"Have you… Have you been here…? For how long have you been here?" she finally managed to get the words out.

"Time ceases to exist after a while," I said. "I guess it might be months. The treatments really tamper with your memory."

Ah those treatments. I always screamed but I welcomed them because they made me forget. They made me forget the pain.

"T-treatments?" Alice's eyes widened.

"Yes, the shock treatments," I said. "Don't worry you'll get used to them after awhile."

"Why are you here?"

All those questions she asked me. I didn't mind answering them though.

"Ah," I said. "Well apparently I am depressed and a risk for myself and others around me. I would never hurt someone else."

I would hurt myself though if I ever had the chance again.

"I have visions," Alice whispered. "Mother and Father committed me to this place because of them. They call me a witch."

Alice has visions? Maybe she was insane and did belong here.

"I must not speak of them," she mumbled.

Oh, Alice you better not.