Mike's POV
"...And I knew it wasn't Nessie. I knew it was one of 'those people' that ate her and took her gorgeous features. Edward told my mom that I was getting out of town. TO RUN FROM THE COPS. So my mother thinks I'm here RUNNING FROM THE COPS..." I said quickly. The nurse just stared at me the whole time.
"Uhh..Doctor? I think we need a Psych Ward director in here..." She thought I was crazy!!
"I'm not crazy!" I screamed while they wheeled me out the doors to the Psych Ward. A funny looking man came up to me. He spoke in a velvety voice, kind of like Edward's. He showed me a needle, and I started feeling tired again...
Later That Week...
The room they gave me was padded, and the straight jacket they put me in was very uncomfortable. I wasn't crazy! I knew I wasn't! I screamed for Bella in my sleep. I had nightmares reliving the torture. My legs were still sore. What did they do to me? I snapped out of my deep thinking when a blond doctor came by to see me.
"Hello, Mike," He said in his oddly familiar voice.
"Hi..."
"I think we've met before, yes?" He asked.
"Uhm...No?" I said uncertainly; I couldn't be too sure about anything right now. My life was just a big blur.
"I am Edward's father, Carlisle." No. No. This couldn't be happening...