Author's Note: And again with the not updating. I'll try to be more regular now that school's starting and I'll spend a lot of time at the library with high speed internet. I have multiple versions of the last chapter written and I kind of preferred the first version, but live and learn. Anyway, this chapter will hopefully be more suited to your liking.

Bella felt that she was in some sick form of rehab. She was clawing at her skin and screaming at the walls and the doctors just watched like she was some kind of animal. Some form of entertainment for their twisted minds. She played off of it, because what else could she do? She refused to see the psychiatrist today, which usually wouldn't matter – she'd have to go anyway. For some reason, though, maybe; apprehension, fear, or just plain understanding; the doctor allowed her to remain in her room for the day. No groups, no physical, nothing. She refused to eat as well and was treated as an anorexic with the way the other patients examined her and even the nurses were beginning to question whether or not depression was the only thing at play here.

Confined, she had nothing to do but lay in bed, close her eyes, and try to wish herself away. That's when he came.

"Bella," the voice was barely above a whisper.

She looked up to see Edward. This wasn't possible.

"Why'd you leave me?" she glared daggers straight through him. "Why?"

"I had to," he responded, his voice a bit more audible. "For your protection."She scoffed. "My protection? Look where I am now, Edward, doesn't get much more protective than this!"

He sighed. "I'm not sorry."

"I didn't expect you would be. All you care about is yourself and convincing me that you cared, but leaving me behind when you very well know I was strong enough to come with. Or do you still think I'm some weak, vulnerable human?"

Bella was angry now. "Do you think I'm just an average slut girl? Do you think I'm scum? Is that what you think?"Edward's eyes widened, his voice noticeably exasperated. "I had to," he repeated. "It's not safe."

She was screaming now. "I just want to be with you! Let me be with you! Don't make me stay here!" Tears were trickling down her cheeks.

"It's just not possible," he replied.

"Why?" she shouted. "Tell me why!"

"Isabella, what's wrong?" she heard an orderly exclaim.

"Edward, Edward," Bella mumbled.

"No, there is no Edward."

"Edward," Bella continued and the nurse shook her lightly.

"It's not real," she said.

And that hurt more than anything. Bella snapped out of it and wrapped her arms around her knees and cradled her head in her hands. "Why?"

"I don't know, hun," it was obvious the nurse didn't know what to say.

How did she get hired again? Bella thought to herself.

"Do you want something to eat?"

"No."

Bella felt completely drained and sick. If she even attempted to eat, it would just regurgitate into the toilet. Except even the toilet rooms are locked, so it would probably end up on her bed or floor. Just the thought was embarrassing.

"I'm going to get the doctor."

Bella didn't even have it in her to protest.

The doctor entered the room in his usual garb. Khaki trousers and a white shirt with a brown overcoat. He was scruffy instead of his usual clean-shaven self and his eyes looked tired, aging him beyond his years. Bella imagined he had been on call, not actually working and she had disrupted his precious personal time. She laughed inwardly at that. Good, because they're disrupting my life.

"So Bella, I heard there was an incident not so long ago.""You could call it that," she shrugged, still disappointed that it hadn't been Edward actually come to see her.

"Look, Bella, there's something I need to tell you."

Author's Note: Cliffhanger and you will be very surprised next chapter.