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Chapter 7

"Jasper, Emmett, Edward and Santa are all going to get me! I knew I wouldn't get out of this! I'm going to be locked up in this place, running, for the rest of my life!"

"Dear Bella!" Christine cooed. "They won't come and get you, Edward disappeared, didn't he? This wasn't him. Are you sure you weren't dreaming?"

"N…no…" she stuttered, suddenly unsure.

"It seemed so real, though!" she said to herself, defending her argument.

"People do have dreams that seem real, Bella. The only problem is that you don't know the distinction of what is real and fake. We both know that they are fake. I think that we should up the medication dosage again."

"But Christine! It'll take another several weeks to get my dosage back down to where it is now! I was doing so well!"

"But Bella, you know that these delusions will not leave you unless we up the dosage and convince you that they don't exist. I promise that I won't up the dosage too much.

"Ok, I keep forgetting the Multiple Personality Syndrome that I developed. When I see the delusions, I can't think right and forget everything I learned. As long as the dosage isn't raised too high…"

"One thing interests me, Bella. How did you see Emmett and Jasper? You haven't seen them before, and the mind doesn't usually end up creating its own delusions when it's well on its way to being cured."

"I…I think that they were…familiar…somehow…"

"What do you mean? Bella?" Bella had drifted off into the distance, her eyes clouded.

"I…can't…remember…What seems to pop up is family, but I don't have brothers or sisters. Renee and Charlie are only children, too, so I don't have cousins."

"Don't force it, Bella. You forget things for a reason, usually because it is too unpleasant for the mind to deal with. You remember the gap in your memory?"

"Yeah, what about it?'

"That's where the figures are from, most likely. It's the most logical reason."

"Something…doesn't seem right, for some odd reason."

"What do you mean, Bella?"

"It feels like there's something that I need to remember, but I can't. It started after they left"

"I think that it's a memory. Your mind is trying to force you to remember something, and you are avidly fighting against it. Don't fight it. Try to remember."

"But you said that if a memory is repressed, that it is for a reason, like pain. I don't like pain at all!"

"If your mind is forcing this upon you, it means that it thinks that you can handle it now. Try to remember, it could even be nothing!"

"I don't want to!" I said in a childish tone. Christine went to retaliate when she saw my vacant expression. A memory flashed before my eyes

A black haired pixy stood at the bottom of the stairs, bouncing in delight and squealing. A bronze-haired boy stood beside me, his eyes flashed with overwhelming love and protectiveness. Others were there too, there were two blondes; a male and a female, and there were two adults and a bulky looking guy. They were all looking at me caringly.

"Bella! We're going to go shopping and do your hair and give you a manicure and a pedicure…" the black haired pixy looked excited and impatient.

"Awww, Alice! Is it really necessary? And why are you keeping it a secret?"

"You'll have to find out when you get there. I won't tell you!"

"It's ok, love. It's not that bad." The bronze haired boy reassured me. He looked really familiar. Oh my gosh! It was Edward, the one that had haunted and hunted me in the hospital! And Alice, and Emmett, and Jasper, and Rosalie, and Carlisle and Esme!

"I remember who they are now." I said in a cold and dead voice.

"Who?" Christine asked innocently.

"My…Edward's…family. There's a lot more of them, too." I said with a cold tone, no hint of the love that one existed.

"How many more, Bella?" Christine asked, not mentioning my tone.

"Four more and all of them have…special talents…that make them hard to resist."

"Why was this memory repressed?"

"He…left me…told me he didn't love me…" my voice broke and I started to sob violently, but I continued. "I tried to get over him, but it hurt too much. It forced me to commit suicide, to end the pain. After my father caught me, I woke up in a hospital, and strapped. Edward was supposedly there, but it looked like he wanted to hurt me. That's when the shadow figures started to show up. I was sent here for it." I broke down, unable to talk anymore through the tears.

"Bella, this isn't a bad thing. It means that you can start to heal and get seriously better."

"But I'm never going to heal from it! I still love him too much! He brought me out of my depression the first time, and I won't surface this time!"

"What do you mean by the first depression?"

"When I moved to Forks, I was in a depression. I was still cold because of my mother's marriage to Phil, and he was way too young for her. He didn't take care of her like I did, but I knew that she was happy and I didn't want to ruin that. I went down to live with Charlie, and my depression got worse. Everything was too green and wet, the sun rarely shone. It got worse when I had the fight with Edward for the first two weeks, after that we got closer, and the depression lightened up. Once we got deeply involved, the depression went away permanently. After he left a year later, it was back worse than it ever was, and I committed suicide."

"What was it about him that brought you out of the depression?"

"I don't know…his love, selflessness, strength: he always helped me get out of sticky and dangerous situations. I felt safe with him and needed and loved."

"That is something that we can't give you here, but we can help you feel safe from your nightmares and yourself."

Why did Jasper and Emmett show up in my room?

"I wonder how his brothers managed to get through and into my room. How did they know that I was here?"

"That's part of the reason that you're in here. I wanted to show you something, Bella." Christine gently put the paper under my nose.

"It's from four days ago. It came out the day before your newest attack. I didn't think it was a coincidence until you mentioned them to me and how they were real people. We already know that it isn't likely that it's an imaginary person called Edward haunting you and cutting you. This is just as likely to be real too. I have no idea, though, how they got the information in the article. Have you been telling your parents anything?"

"No. I forgot that I even had parents for the last few months. I resented them at the beginning and refused to talk to them in the beginning, when I was first put in here. I haven't told them or talked to them since they put me in here. They can't know anything about what happens in here, but my past could have been taken from them. I can only guess that someone in the hospital told them. Only the doctors have full access to my file." I didn't want to tell her that Edward and his family could easily lift my files.

"There's something more that you aren't telling me."

"…yes there is. Edward…"

"Yes? What is it?"

"He and his family could have easily gotten the file without much effort."

"How?"

"They are very persuasive and talented, like I said."

Christine seemed to contemplate this for a moment and wrote something in the file. I didn't bother to ask what it was, I might have sounded crazy and I didn't care at this point. I really was crazy.

"The doctor would loose his/her job for leaking information. I can't see it being one of them, but I'll check just to make sure."

"Thanks." I didn't feel safe at all. They all knew where I lived and could easily overpower me and anybody in the hospital with their numbers. I exited the office and carefully made my way back to my room.