(A:N) Helloo dear friends. I think this is the quickest I've like ever updated. Ever. But eh, I got bored last night and decided to write the next chapter in a note pad Until 4:30am.
Any who, thanks to every one who reviewed, put me on story alert ect. It appears we have new readers, well welcome aboard. The more the merrier I say :D Oooh just for a warning here, in this story Bella isn't clumsy and she's got more of a backbone then she does in the books. On with the story.
Bella's Point of View: (Continued on from Chapter One)
The door swung open to reveal a lady about twenty-five. She was about my height, with shoulder length, wavy caramel brown hair. She had really strange golden-yellow colored eyes, sharp, defined features and the palest of white skin. She was absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello? Oh, you must be Isabella Swan. I'm Esme Cullen. It's lovely to meet you dear. Come in, come in," she said smiling warmly.
"Thank You. It's nice to meet you too," I said, smiling hesitantly. Well, it wasn't that nice to meet her. She did work in a mental institute after all.
"Leave your luggage at the door. I'll have someone to take them to your new room. You'll be rooming with two other girls. You don't mind do you? Some people prefer single rooms. But we like to keep everyone together so we're more sociable," Esme questioned as we walked past a marble reception desk.
"Of course I don't mind. There were here first after all," I said quietly, not wanting to impose. Unfortunately, as I said that my British accent came out very strong.
"Oooh, your from England?" Esme said conversationally as we walked towards a large marble stair case. "My husbands from England. London to be precise. Speaking of my husband, we best hurry and get to his office. He would like to make a quick assessment before you go to your new room," she smile as she led me up the stair case and down a corridor. She led me right to the end of the white corridor where a big oak door sat.
On the wall next to the door was a plaque. It read 'Dr. Cullen. Doctor and Therapist'.
Esme raised her pale fist and rapped her knuckles lightly on the door. It was so quiet, I'm not even sure Dr. Cullen even heard.
He obviously did though as a minute later he called out a calm "Come in".
Esme swiftly opened the big heavy looking door and ushered me into the office.
The office consisted of books covering practically every wall, a big oak desk and a leather sofa in the corner of the room.
Behind the desk sat a young man who looked way too young to be a doctor. He had pale blonde hair, pale white skin, sharp features and pouty lips. (A:N) I had to write that I'm just like in love with Peter Facinelli's lips ) The thing that shocked me though, was that he had the exact same eye color as Esme. They couldn't be related, because he was her husband. Unless they were inbreeds.
"Hello Isabella. My name is Carlisle Cullen. It's nice to meet you. Please, take a seat," he said waving his hand towards a brown leather armchair that looked like something from the 18th century.
The I heard the door behind me open and close indicating Esme had left the room.
"Uh, Bella. And it's nice to meet you too Sir," I politely corrected him.
"Ah, is that a British accent I detect there? I sometimes miss England. And please, call me Carlisle," he said smiling.
I nodded my head slightly
"Now, back to business. Your parents sent you here because you ran out of your uncle's funeral saying you could see his ghost next to you in the pews. Am I correct?" he said reading from a brown folder.
"Um, yes?" I said feeling more and more like I was in the Headmaster's office receiving a detention or something. He looked up from his folders, hearing my agitated tone of voice. He smiled warmly at me.
"I understand that your scared or upset. But there's absolutely no need to be frightened when your with me. You can come and tell me anything, at anytime of the day or night. Although I wish it isn't past 12 as your not aloud to wander around at night. But you have to know that we're only here to help you," he said compassionately.
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt furious. But loved at the same time. Not the kind of love a boyfriend gives to his girlfriend of a husband gives to his wife but the kind a brother or father gives to their sister and daughter.
"But I don't need help!" I insisted loudly. "I'm perfectly sane! It's not my fault my silly cow of a mum thinks I'm a loon and never wants to see me again is it? So don't treat me like one" I yelled, glaring at the furnished oak desk.
"It's okay, Bella. I understand your anger and resentment towards your parents. I'm not saying you're a… loon. I'm just saying we need to keep assessing you to see if you can see ghost's regularly or if it's just a one time thing," he explained patiently and calmly. I guess he gets yelled at all the time by his patients and their parents alike.
"I guess we'll see at the meetings. Speaking of which, your first group meeting will be tomorrow. It starts at 9:30am, your room mates will show you where it is. We have group meetings every Friday. Here, I have a schedule for you," he said, ruffling through the brown folder.
"Don't read it now, wait until you get back to your room and get settled. Speaking of which, shall I take you there now?" he said raising from his seat.
"Sure," I said, raising too. I felt more than a little nervous about meeting my new room mates. I guess I was afraid that they were nutters and would try and kill me in my sleep. Or before.
I followed Carlisle out the door and down the long corridor to the stairs. We walked up three flights of stairs and stopped at what I assumed was the top floor. By the time we got there I was huffing and puffing like I'd just run a marathon or two. I looked over at Carlisle and he wasn't the least bit out of breath.
He looked over at me and gave me a small smile.
"You get used to it after awhile." he chuckled.
He led me down a long cream and brown corridor. There was about twenty door's in this corridor but at the very end of the corridor it looked like there was some sort of corner or something.
As I passed the doors I noticed each had at least two golden plaques on it.
The first door I passed had two plaques on it that read 'Lauren Mallory' and 'Jessica Stanley' on the opposite side was 'Mike Newton' next to that was 'Tyler Crowley' then 'Jacob Black' on the other side, which I'd figured out was the girls side was 'Maggie Jones and Renesme Green' then on the boys side was 'Edward Mason, Emmett McCarthy and Jasper Whitlock' Then finally on the girls side two golden plaques and one pink one. The pink one read 'Mary Alice Brandon' but the 'Mary' part had several black lines drawn threw it. Then underneath that read 'Rosalie Lillian Hale' Then finally my name was on a plaque.
I wonder if I could find a black permanent marker pen and cross out the Isa bit like the other girl had done.
Carlisle went to raise his hand to knock on the door but it swung open before he could get the chance to.
Stood there, was a tiny looking pixie girl. She was about 4ft. She had short spiky black hair and hazel eyes. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white tank. On her feet she had a pair of black stilettos. In her hand was a big, black, permanent marker pen.
"Hey, Bella," the girl greeted me like I was an old friend. "I'm Alice. Alice Brandon. Here," she added, handing me the marker.
"Uhm, how did you uh-" I asked confusedly, taking the pen from her outstretched hand.
"Alice is our resident psychic," a tall, gorgeous blonde girl said coming to stand next to Alice. She had long curly, pure blonde hair and shocking blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a white tee with black, high heeled stiletto boots.
Wait. Alice Is a what now? She didn't just say what I think she said did she?
"Yeah, that's what I thought when I first got sent here," She said the last bit a little bitterly. She had a light smile on her face but it didn't reach her eyes any anyone looking properly could tell it took a lot for her to force it onto her face. Her eyes though, they looked soo sad.
"I'm Rosalie by the way." she said shaking my hand.
I looked over to see Alice scrubbing the Isa of off my name plaque.
"Uhm, thanks?" I said, looking nervously at Carlisle, who was stood next to me still.
He was my glance and smiled.
"Don't worry Bella. We don't mind. It's your room now, you can decorate it how you want. Within reason of course," he gave Alice a pointed look and a small smile.
Alice shrugged and grinned. Oh god what's she done to it?
"Bella, we are going to be great friends. I've seen it. Amongst other things," she added, grinning wickedly at me before pulling me into the room.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. The room looked like Barbie had just thrown up every where. Everything was pink. Literally. Even the ceiling.
The walls and ceiling was covered in this bright pink fabric stuff. It traveled from the floor, all the way up the walls and across the ceiling in the middle, it was sort of rouched up and it dipped right where the light was. There was two light pink doors, side by side on one side of the room. On the other side was three single beds side by side with a little end table in-between with a little pink lamp and a fluffy pink phone shaped like lips. The body and head rests of the beds were a darker shade of pink and the quilts and pillow cases were different light shades of pink. The carpet was a checkered sort of pink, In the corner of the room, there was a pink dressing table with a fancy mirror. And in another corner of the room was a little pink chair.
I think I'd just died and gone to hell. Seriously. I'm not joking.
"Tada! What do ya think? You like it? I did it all myself. Well with a little help from Esme and Rose to do the ceiling and stuff but I designed the whole thing myself." Alice beamed, not giving me a chance to answer all of her questions.
"Yeah. It's great," I said enthusiastically, absolutely lying through my teeth. I didn't want to hurt her feelings though. It seems like she put a lot of hard work and effort into it.
"Really? Aww thanks. Anyway, I've just unpacked all of your stuff and put it all away for you. We really, really need to order you some new clothes," Alice said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Why what's wrong with my clothes?" I asked defiantly.
She was just about to answer when Carlisle cut in.
"Alice. Calm down, she's just gotten here. You don't want to frighten her already, do you?" he chuckled.
"Sorry," Alice blushed, grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet with her arms wrapped behind her back. She looked like a little child who had just been caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing but weren't ashamed whatsoever at being caught doing it. If that makes sense.
"It's okay," I muttered, smiling lightly.
"I'll leave you two to show Bella around, hmm?" Carlisle said before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
"So, Bella. Your British huh?" Rosalie asked politely.
I nodded my head lightly, smiling at the thought of my home country. I do miss it.
"But I've lived in America for four years now," I explained, pulling out the timetable Carlisle gave me.
"Where'd you live in England?" Alice said, peeking at my timetable.
"Ever heard of a place called Exeter?" I questioned doubtfully. Alice and Rose both shook there heads. "It's in Devon," I added.
I looked down at my time table and read it.
Monday: 9:30: Meeting with Dr. Cullen.
10:30: English with Mrs. Platt.
12:30: Lunch.
1:30: Math with Mrs. Denali.
2:30: Science with Mrs. Denali.
3:30: End of the day.
Tuesday: 9:30: Meeting with Dr. Esme Cullen.
10:30: English with Mrs. Platt.
12:30: Lunch.
1:30: Math with Mrs. Denali.
2:30: Science with Mrs. Denali.
3:30: End of the day.
Wednesday: 9:30: Meeting with Dr. Victoria James.
10:30: English with Mrs. Platt.
12:30: Lunch.
1:30: Math with Mrs. Denali.
2:30: Science with Mrs. Denali.
3:30: End of the day.
Thursday: 9:30: Meeting with Dr. Tanya Denali.
10:30: English with Mrs. Platt.
12:30: Lunch.
1:30: Math with Mrs. Denali.
2:30: Science with Mrs. Denali.
3:30: End of the day.
Friday: 9:30: Group Meeting.
10:30: English with Mrs. Platt.
12:30: Lunch.
1:30: Math with Mrs. Denali.
2:30: Science with Mrs. Denali.
3:30: End of the day.
* Dr. Carlisle Cullen- Therapist.
Dr. Esme Cullen- Psychiatrist.
Dr. Victoria James- Mental Examiner.
Dr. Tanya Denali- Weight Examiner.
I looked up when I heard Alice call my name.
"What?" I asked.
"You want us to show you around?"
"Sure," I said and Alice swung the door open before bounding out. Rosalie and I followed her, chuckling quietly.
"This corridor is all the bedrooms," she said smiling.
"Right Emmett, can read aura's. Edward can read minds, Jasper can read emotions. Lauren is Skitsophrenic, Jessica had a mental and nervous break down. Maggie can tell if your lying, so don't bother trying. Mike and Tyler are both Psychopaths, which is why they have their own rooms. Jake has really bad anger problems and fits when he's asleep, which is why he has his own room. And Nessie, well Renesme, she shares with Maggie, she can show people images in their minds. That's every one. Oh and Jasper, he doesn't talk to any one and hasn't in the year he's been here, not even to Em and Edward. So don't get offended at group meeting tomorrow if he doesn't speak to you," Alice explained the patients and their problems. I was slowly nodding along.
We reached the fourth floor.
"On this floor is the computer suits, staff rooms, staff living quarters and bath rooms. Every floor has Male and Female bathrooms." when she finished her sentence we walked back to the stair case and walked down to the third floor.
"This floor is class rooms and the gyms. It also has an indoor pool, Jacuzzi and sauna down there. The second floor," Alice continued once we got there. "Is the two libraries, the three recreational rooms, the Doctors offices and the meeting rooms. Then lastly on the first floor, which you've seen part of, is the reception area, first aid room, cafeteria and the two living rooms. That's everything I think," Alice said as we walked along a long corridor on the second floor.
"Awesome. What's this then?" I asked as Rosalie pushed open a light brown door in the middle of the corridor.
"The biggest Rec Room." she said as she pulled me in.
The floor was laminate flooring, the ceiling was white with little round lights in it and the walls were brown and cream. There was a huge bar on one side of the room (with non alcoholic drinks, obviously) and a mini bar. There was a green pool table, a few sofas and book shelves, a stereo, a TV and DVD player, an air hockey machine, a few dart boards a football table and a play station, Nintendo Wii and an XBox 360, all complete with various games. Wow.
The room was half full, or half empty. Which ever way you wanted to put it.
Sat on a white leather sofa was two girls. They looked about 16 maybe 17. One of them had short blonde hair, gray-blue eyes and a really snooty look on her face. She was wearing a short pink skirt, a tight pink blouse, and high heels. The girl sat next to her had long curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing similar clothes to the other girl but pale blue instead. The blonde girl was painting the other girls nails.
Two boys were playing table football (Or uh, soccer?) The first guy was huge. Big and beefy. He looked like a bloody wrestler or rugby player. His opponent was tiny in comparison. He was quite toned and had reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. He looked about the same age as Alice.
"Hey Edward," Alice called, walking up to the slightly smaller boy and pecked him on the cheek. Oh, so Alice had a boyfriend. Aww, sweet.
Edward shot a goal before turning to face Alice. Emmett groaned and grumbled "never playing a game with you again, you cheat. Stupid mind reader,"
Edward chuckled and wrapped his arms around Alice's waist, pulling her to his chest and kissing her on the lips briefly.
"Emmett, you say that every time. Even I know that and I've only been here half a year," Rosalie chuckled.
"Hello Rosalie," the big beefy guy said, grinning sweetly at her. Hmm.
"Hello Emmett," Rosalie said smiling shyly at him.
I stood there awkwardly, feeling so much like a fifth wheel it was almost suffocating.
Edward suddenly turned to look at me, eyes wide.
"Uhm, what?" I questioned nervously.
"I cant read your mind," he said, eye brows raised. Every one gasped and stopped what they where doing to look at me.
"Uh, o-kay? Is that a bad thing?" I said cautiously, hoping he wasn't a nut and would go skits on me. Edward shook his head quickly, giving me a small smile.
"No, it's just… never happened before. Like, ever." he muttered frowning.
"That is so god damned awesome," Emmett suddenly boomed. I jumped, blushing furiously.
"Is that why you got sent here? Because you have an amazingly awesome shield protecting your brain from Eddie's gift?" he grinned.
"I told you not to call me that," Edward hissed, glaring.
"Uhmm, no. I got sent here for seeing my dead uncles ghost at his funeral," I muttered.
Everything went quiet again and I was sort of afraid to lift my gaze from the floor where it was currently.
"Oh, that's awesome too. I think," he said awkwardly.
"So can you like, see dead people walking around everywhere or something?" the blonde girl from the sofa said snobbily.
"Uh, no. I've only seen my uncle. I'm not sure I can even see others," I explained to her.
"Oh," she said, disinterested she turned backed to the other girl and continued doing her nails.
"Don't mind Lauren, she's a bitch. So is Jessica, but not as much as Lauren. She sort of follows Lauren around like a puppy. They wear the same outfits and everything. Only Lauren, Carlisle and Esme can calm down Jessica when she has one of her 'episodes'," Alice explained in a whisper.
I nodded my head absentmindedly, looking around the room.
"I'm sorry I didn't properly introduce myself. The whole mind thing came as a bit of a shock. I'm Edward Masen. Nice to meet you," he said, sticking his hand out and shaking mine.
"It's fine, I understand. It's nice to meet you too, Edward,"
I turned, expecting to shake Emmett's hand but he pulled me into a tight bear hug.
"The names Emmett McCarthy. I my friend, I can read aura's," he beamed at me when he let me go.
"It's lovely to meet you Emmett," I said gasping for breath.
"You'll get used to that," Rosalie chuckled.
"Where's Jasper?" she inquired, looking around as if expecting the boy to pop out.
"Library,: Alice and Edward said at exactly the same time, not even looking away from each others eyes.
"You'll get used to that, too," Emmett laughed loudly.
I wonder who this Jasper was? And what he was like? I remember Alice saying that he hadn't spoken to anyone in the year he's been here. I wonder why that is. For some strange reason, I really wanted to find out.
We hung out in the Rec Room for a few hours, watching films. At around eleven thirty ish, Esme came in telling us it was time for bed.
We all walked up to the fifth floor (Well, except Lauren and Jessica who had gone to bed when we started watching films) to our bedrooms, closely followed by Esme.
Once Alice, Rosalie and I got to our Barbie doll house of a room we all quickly changed, brushed our teeth and jumped into bed. The bed, even though ugly and pink, was surprisingly soft and comfy.
"Night, Bella," Alice called into the darkness.
"Night, Alice," I chuckled.
"Night Rose," Alice called out again.
"Night Ali, Night Bella,"
"Night Rosalie," I called smiling.
Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all.
(A:n) Well, that wasn't too bad I suppose. Coulda been better by eh, oh well. Any way, I just want to thank every one for taking the time to review and put me on author/story alert and Favorite lists. It means soo much to me its crazy.
Any way, if anyone is like, actually reading this authors note, which I doubt a lot of people are, I want to ask some thing.
If anybody wants to recommend a story for me to R&R, whether it's your story, a friend or relatives or even a good story you've read on her (preferably Jasper and Bella or Edward and Bella. Or even a Harry Potter fic) then go ahead and I shall. And if I like them enough, I shall put the name of the story and the authors username in the top Authors note of my next chapter for everyone to see. Sound good? Anyway. Review please. Love you all my dears. Xxx