*disclaimer: While the plot is my own, character names belong to Stephanie Meyers. THANK YOU ;)

Chapter One: BPOV

Patient Number - 248

Patient Name - Isabella Marie Swan

Day - 2555

It is a universal truth that we all tell lies. That we all as human beings care more about self want and the personal benefit one can receive from situations, than we do about what is best for someone else. At least that is what I told myself, to excuse the reality I faced everyday at the hands of my peers and family.

"Bella"?

It was a twisted perspective I suppose especially since I reasoned that perhaps those who harmed me did so because they were in worse situations than my own. That they had a reason for going out of their way to target me, to gain pleasure from my pain.

"Bella, did you here me"?

Now, at seventeen, though I can no longer ignore the truth. I can no longer ignore the fact that there are people in this world who wish for nothing more, than for others to suffer. Who wish for nothing more, than to gain superiority by making others fall.

The stark white gauze plastered to each of my wrists was proof enough. Wasn't it?

"Bella"!

"Hmm?" I replied, being broken from my contemplation, only to realize my surroundings and where I was. Group therapy, a sanctuary for in-house patients, but my own personal Hell. I have been in this situation for a mere three days and it has almost made me regret what I did.

Almost.

"Bella, I would appreciate it if you paid attention, or do I need to remind you that your release relies solely on me signing off on it".

"Well, when you put it like that sir, how can I resist. My ears are yours", I remarked while staring down the man across from me, he was the reason I was here after all, or close to it at least.

"Okay Swan, if you think your time is being disposed of by being here, perhaps we should put it to some use. Perhaps it is time for you to share", he said, his blue eyes piercing through my façade.

"What? You have to be kidding yourself to think that I am the type to tell, you of all people, my life story", I scoffed. "Do you expect me to have some sort of remarkable break through, tell you of my trials and tribulations, inspire the uninspired by speaking of how I overcame hardship as to find my place in the world", I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Is it really such a ludicrous thought Bella? You have shown progress in the past, so why not embrace it now"?

"Progress…Doctor, need I remind you, I am in a recovery ward, I have my wrists taped, I have been on 24/7 suicide watch since I woke up three days ago. How much progress could I have made"? I questioned., saying it out loud though did make me wonder, how I, Isabella Swan, the once carefree child could have ended up here, sitting across from the doctor who's blonde hair offset his blue eyes, as they penetrated my mindset searching for answers.

We both remained silent.

"Isabella, I am only trying to do what is best for you, and that includes you speaking about what has happened in the past seven years. You have to talk in order to move on".

I thought about what he said for a moment. He wanted to know my story. To be honest, I would have expected him to have it memorized by now judging by whom he is related to. They did after all, play a crucial role in making my life miserable. They were the reason the laughter began, they were the reason torment ensued, they were the reason I spent seven years of life haunted by the people around me.

It was then that I made my decision.

I spoke.

"So you want to know my life story huh? Can honestly say that you don't know it already? Well than I must warn you to prepare for the worst, Carlisle Cullen, because once I start I won't stop".

I looked to him for confirmation and with the nod of his head began.

"It all started with my mother,

One Renee Swan".


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