AN: I am sooo sorry for the wait, but I have been focusing on my main story, Life Changes. if you haven't read it, could you? I think it is good and it is updated more often. Sorry again! Here is the story!
Sorry for cussing and such, but it IS angst.
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Chapter 4: Telling the Truth (Fate Part 2)
Previously:
"Bella, you need counseling."
I couldn't blame him for it. But counseling wouldn't help. Nothing could help me, but if it helped Charlie get over the fact that I tried to kill myself, I would do it.
Next day
I woke up to somebody shaking me. I groggily opened my eyes and saw Charlie with his hand on my shoulder.
"Ugh. What time is it?" I mumbled.
"Bella, it is 11:05 and the counselor will be coming in at 11:15." Charlie said back.
Appointment? So soon? He must think I am really crazy.
I closed my eyes again.
Charlie set something on my lap and adjusted the hospital bed. I opened my eyes again and saw that it was hospital oatmeal. I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
"You need to eat or drink something, Bells." Charlie said when he saw my nose.
I hesitantly took a sip of milk. It wasn't so bad. I tried to oatmeal and almost puked. That was bad. I swallowed it down, horrified.
"I think I might sue the hospital lunch ladies." I coughed out.
Charlie just chuckled.
Then an old guy walked in. a bald old guy. Oh. My. God. It is fucking Norman! He came to try to ruin my life again! Ugh! Why can't he see I won't fucking talk to him? Just seeing him ruined my good mood.
"Hello Bella." he said politely.
"Don't pretend you like me." I growled.
He whispered something to Charlie and Charlie nodded his head. Then he walked out of the room.
"Now, Bella, are you depressed?" he asked.
What kind of fucked up question is that? Of course I am, I shot myself! But I didn't want to say that to him. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of me telling him about myself.
"Yes." Why did I just answer him?!!
"Why are you depressed?" he asked in a bored monotone.
My vampire boyfriend left me. "My boyfriend left me." What the f?!! Why was I even talking to him?
"Lots of people get there hearts broken. Why was he special?"
"I loved him and he pretended to love me." Why was I telling him the truth?
"That is very common, anything else?"
"He is a vampire." What?!!! Why did I say that? What happened to me?
Norman's head snapped up and utter surprise was on his face. He pulled it into a mask quickly and asked, "What was his name?" he tried to keep his voice bored but he had a mocking edge on it.
"Edward Cullen." Why was I telling this counselor all about my fed up life?
"And he was a vampire? Why didn't he kill you?"
"He is a vegetarian. He only eats animals." why am I still talking?
"Bella, are you on any medication?" he asked non-chalently.
"No."
Norman stood up and walked over to me. Everything went black.
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3 years later
I had just came back from eating 'dinner'. if you could call some very burned beans and beef jerky, 'dinner'.
I walked into my small grey room and the body guards winked at me as they locked my cell and went back to the cafeteria to get more people.
I sat down on my mattress. I had a collapsing bed before I tried to stick my head through one of the poles. They all think I am crazy, but I am not crazy. It doesn't matter. I have no one left. The only reason I tried to kill myself is because this is worse than before, with the gun.
The walls are padded and grey. The guards take turns each night with who 'gets' me. The one who was hear the longest was the one that raped me first. Doesn't that sound like every girls dream? To get raped by the biggest of the guards in this hell of a place?
I sit hear each day, just staring at the walls. The guards used to rape me during the day, until I became silent. Now they decided to continue after a year of peace to make it a competition. Whoever can make the quiet girl scream is the best. But I haven't talked since 3 days after I got here. Once I realized I wasn't going anywhere, I decided it didn't matter. My own father was the one who put me here. After what Norman told him, he sent me the next morning. I couldn't believe it at first. I never got ay letters from Renee, so either she doesn't know, or she turned her back on me as well.
I am nothing pretty anymore. I don't know why it is a fun game for the guards anymore. Whenever they don't get me to talk or scream, they beat me. I have permenant scars all along my body. On my waist, chest, back, legs, arms, head, hell, some of them even bit me. The first one with that idea got some points. They all wanted to leave their marks on me. I don't even fight it anymore. I just think about why God hated me so much. What did I do to him? He already broke my heart, why must he let others break my body?
I know understand what had happened with Norman and why I could only tell the truth. He had my dad, my own flesh and blood, to put truth serum in my oatmeal. That's why it tasted horrible. And I answered all of Norman's questions accurately. You might wonder why he thought I was crazy if I had truth serum in me. I did. I finally narrowed it down to the only option. He thought I was only answering what I thought. But I was answering to how I felt, and what was true.
And then Norman did the worst thing he could and would ever do. He suggested I go to the Biloxi Mental Asylum. And I have been here for 3 years.
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Big twist, huh? I have wanted to put up a 'Bella goes to the Mental Institute' story for a while. I got the name from someone else's story, called 'Disturbed Memories' by No Ordinary Cinderella. Sorry if this is insulting Cinderella! I don't take credit for it!
Tell me what you think of the plot twist!!
-Edwardjustproposed
