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I had spent the last few weeks back at home with Charlie, my bump had gone down so I didn't look so pregnant anymore. I spent all day in my room, looking out of the window to her, to my beautiful little girl who Esme said was imaginary. She just sat there on her little red bicycle, looking up at me or just riding around the garden. She would occasionally fall off and I would run out to her and find that she had vanished but my pain hadn't.

I would struggle to breathe and get a really bad chest pain, collapse onto the ground and start shaking. Charlie came out and it usually stopped after about five minutes. I was also losing interest in school and my social life, I had begun to stop hanging around with Angela, Jessica, Mike and Eric. My sleep pattern had been way off, I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and kept Charlie up. I didn't eat much anymore so not only was my baby bump gone but I had become proper skinny. I didn't like to be touched at all and would sometimes scream if someone especially a man came too close and sometimes had collapsing episodes at school. The school told Charlie to keep me off school and get me to a doctor. I had done my best to avoid the Cullens at all costs and it had worked a little, I didn't see them much if not ever.

Voices sometimes whispered to me, telling me to stop suffering, in a desperate attempt for solace I would just get up and look out of my window and watch my beautiful little girl ride her bike around my backyard. One morning, I was staring at my little girl like I usually did when Charlie came into my room.

"C'mon, I gotta take you to the doctor" he said.

"Ok" I whispered, getting up.

I blew a kiss to my little girl, Charlie didn't say anything, he couldn't see her. He had just gotten used to me sseing her, he also believed that I was hallucinating. Dr Dusk was quiet woman who just asked me loads of question about how I felt and had I felt traumatized or stressed recently. She sat writing for a few minutes before asking to talk to Charlie alone. I sat in the waiting room and twiddled my thumbs while my little girl looked at me through the window.

"Dr Cullen, your son is on the phone" the receptionist called.

Carlisle came around the corner with an emotionless face.

"Thank you, Phoebe" he said, flashing her a smile.

She only giggle and twiddled her hair around her finger, she was in her mid twenties and was pretty. She obviously like most of the female staff of Forks Hospital had a crush on Dr Carlisle Cullen, the 'blonde angel'. I could hear bits of his conversation.

"Yes, Edward I know" he said, glancing at me "I don't know, she's Dr Dusk's patient....it's alright, she's fine. If I can find out I will tell you, I promise, son" he hung up the phone and walked away.

I got another flashback.

I was lying on a metal table, Carlisle wa standing next to me while I screamed, he was holding a full syringe.

"Carlisle, please don't..............my baby" I screamed.

"LET ME GO!" came Rosalie's furious voice from downstairs.

Carlisle held my arm not in a painful grip but strong enough to stop me from yanking it away. He glanced at me, painfully before injecting the solution into my quivering arm.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered as he stroked my cheek.

I was jolted out of my flashback by the receptionist calling my name, I looked back up at her.

"Dr Dusk would like to talk to you" she smiled.

I went back into Dr Dusk's office, Charlie left the room.

"Bella, because of your recent miscarriage which I was so sorry to hear about, you are having a nervous breakdown and you're chest pain and collapsing are panic attacks brought on by your hallucinations. Now, your symptoms are lack of eat, sleep and a severe disinterest in what's around you, you are only in the early stages but i fear if we do not give you treatment then you will begin to become violent towards others and you don't want that do you?" her words were slow.

I shook my head while she handed me a little white box which contained twenty four little oval shaped pills.

"One a day?" I asked in a whispering voice.

"Yes" she smiled.

Home was silent for the next few days, I was still kept off of school and because of my pills I seldom saw my little girl. I had considered not taking them but Charlie also watched me take them and made sure that I defiantley swallowed them. After about a weeks, he trusted me enough to take them alone and I did...for a while.

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