A/N I do not own Twilight.

Opening my dresser, I noticed that none of them were in there. I ran to my floorboards, and flipped it open. None of them were in there either. I ran to my drawer on my night stand, and opened it. Completely clear except for a few books.

"Everything sharp has been taken out of your room." I didn't notice Alice leaning against the doorframe.

I ran to the bathroom, angry tears running down my face. I didn't pay any attention to Alice as I passed her. I knew that my father kept his razor in the cabinet above the sink. Alice followed right behind me, hands folded in front of her. As I stepped into the bathroom, I slammed the door in her face. The last look I had on her, before the door closed, was a look of annoyance on her face.

I quickly opened the cabinet to only see a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo, and a few air fresheners. They even took out the medicine. I'm not even suicidal! "What the hell!"

I needed something sharp, and I needed it now. I looked in the tub, sometimes a razor is left on the windowsill. Though, I wasn't that disappointed to see none there. Maybe in the cabinet under the sink? I threw the door open, so that it bounced on its hinges a couple of times.

It was obvious that someone had been under. When I first moved here, Charlie gave me this cabinet. Of course, I needed it more than him. All of my girly items were arranged perfectly. Kind of creepy and embarrassing.

Alice's voice rang through the door. "Don't worry, I did the bathroom. Charlie gave me the keys, and I skipped third period. Edward didn't touch your items. And there isn't anything sharp in the whole room."

"Shut up, Alice." I muttered, a second to late to realize that she could actually here me. Then I rolled my eyes at the thought that I actually cared.

I paced the small bathroom, taking two tiny steps in one direction and two tiny steps in the next direction. One of my hands grabbed my hair, trying to pull it out. Though it did not feel nearly as good as the cuts, it was a good supplement for the next three second.

Right before I was about to turn again, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My hair was messed up from the fifteen seconds of pulling. My eyes were all puffy and red from all the crying I did today. The cheeks of the girl gazing back at me were a little puffed up and had some of the most terrible tiny brooks of salt water flowing down them. Her lips were parted slightly due to heavy, shallow breathing;

This is what they did to me. Almost on impulse, I drew back my hand, curling it into a ball at the same time, and flung it into the mirror. The shard fell of from where my hand laid, to the edge of the mirror. Most of them fell onto the sink, but some vibrated on the floor.

I picked up one of the shards. Sharp. I took my sleeve and wrestled it up my arm. I got one cut in before Alice came in. This was the first cut on my right arm.

The door banged open, and Alice rushed to my side, grabbing to glass from my left hand, and yelled out the door. "Dad! Carlisle! Edward! Please get up here! Bella cut herself!"

I sunk back against the sink, not feeling anything but the fresh, new, welcoming pain in my right arm. My back slid against the sink, my eyes closing with the motion of my body, until my butt hit the floor. One of my hands were in my hair, not really pulling, but just laying there. I barely noticed Alice sitting down along with me. She had my arm in her hand, and reached behind her to grab a towel. More, welcoming pressure added to the searing of the cut.

A second later I knew people were at the door, but I didn't look up to see who it was. There was a pause in which no one spoke. I opened my eyes, and looked at the three people in the doorway.

Carlisle pushed his way to the front, and knelt near me. Edward stepped over me, and knelt on the other side of me, and grabbed my good hand in both of his. My father was the other one, he stood in the doorway. Carlisle was the only one of the four who just came with a clear, doctor expression. Charlie, Alice, and Edward had the same face one. None of them knew what to do, and they were in disbelief I did this when they were all in the house.

Carlisle took the towel from Alice. "Alice, can you please go out to the car, in the trunk, can you get my bag?"

I wasn't looking at Alice to know what her response was, but I could tell she did leave the room. Charlie moved out of the way, when he passed her, his eyes were still glued to me, in a hopeless manner. He had no idea what to do in a situation like this. "Did she cut very deep?"

Carlisle looked away from the towel, to my father. "From what I can tell, it wasn't very deep. There could be so much more blood."

Both Edward and my father breathed out the same gust of air. I didn't have the guts to look at any of their faces right now. I settled for looking at my wrist. The towel was not soaked through, so that was a good thing.

Alice was back with the bag, she put it on the floor next to Carlisle, and left. I'm sure she left because she couldn't stand the blood. Should I make Edward leave? Can I even look at him? Probably not right now.

"Charlie, Edward, why don't you go downstairs?" Carlisle looked back and forth waiting for a reaction. I'm sure Edward said something under his breath to Carlisle, because he turned to my father. "I'm pretty sure Bella would not want you here to see this. It will only make it more difficult in the end."

Charlie left; everything was quiet as his footsteps made their way downstairs. Carlisle turned to Edward. "Son, if you need to leave…"

I was surprised how much strain was in Edward's voice when he responded. "I'm actually perfectly fine. I don't want to kill her at all."

Carlisle nodded, and then turned to me. "Bella, can you hear me? Do you know what I am saying?"

I nodded, mutely. I knew my nod was a little weak; I rested my head on the cabinet I was still leaning on. I wasn't feeling dizzy, just the pain was going away. This one had been one of the better ones; maybe it was because I broke a mirror too. I had to explain to the two Cullen men, "I broke the mirror on purpose."

I looked over at Edward. I was surprised to see his expression. I expected to him mad, wanting to break my neck or something. That is not what I saw. I saw melancholy mixed with a tad bit of disappointment. "It is okay, honey, no one is mad at you for breaking the mirror."

Carlisle took the towel off of the new cut. "I think it has basically stopped bleeding now. I'm just going to wrap it all up in bandage for you, is that okay, Bella?"

I knew that he was going to do it anyways, whether I agreed with it or not. Before I even answered, Carlisle was fishing in his bag for the bandage. "Alice and the family is leaving now, they told Charlie you are going to give me a ride home, Edward."

Edward nodded. "I am coming back here though. And you are right, after this, we need to find some plan fast, even if it is too fast for Bella."

I sat up more straight against the cabinet. Carlisle was already done with the wrapping, because Charlie was not in the room. That means that he could use his vampire speed. "What are you guys talking about?"

Carlisle and Edward looked at each other, both beautiful faces wanting to know if the other wanted to reply. Edward took the initiative. "You can die from this Bella. You might think you know what you are doing, but you have no idea how easy it is to just do the wrong thing. We can not afford for that to happen, obviously. So, we have to find a new approach at this."

"I'm fine really. Nothing happen, did it?" I told them. Of course, I was fine. Nothing was going to happen to me. I mean, there was more of a chance of Edward biting me than there was of me killing myself. Well, of me killing myself by cutting myself on purpose.

They both chose to ignore my question. Carlisle was the one to speak up. "We need to go speak to Charlie. All four of us should do it, not leave Bella in the dark this time. She was extremely shocked last time, and look what happened." He gestured to me on the floor. "Bella, do you want to go downstairs and talk to you father?"

Again, I didn't have much control in the situation. Edward had moved both hands from my one hand. One of them went behind my back, and the other went below my knees. He picked my up bridal style, and set me on my feet.

Carlisle walked downstairs, leaving Edward and I alone. Edward looked at me in the eyes. I don't know what he saw there, but whatever it was made him sigh. "Bella, just come downstairs with us, you don't even have to say anything if you do not want to."

Should I just go quietly, and let Edward have this easy? I mean I have made enough stress in his life; especially in the last twenty four hours. I shrugged at him, and turned the other way, and walked to the stairs. Before I could take the first step down, Edward grabbed my upper arm, though, this time it wasn't as forceful.

"Bella, would you mind being easy on your father. He really has had a horrible day that he just didn't want to happen. Just please, be hard on me, or even Carlisle, okay?" Edward's velvet voice begged me to be nice.

Why would I be mean to my father? I mean, if he doesn't take my side, I am not going to be happy about that. Then again, I was the one who cut myself, making my father this worried. He just wanted to help me in any way that he could, but so did Edward. Then, why was I making this so hard for Edward, but I was making easier for my father? I loved them both.

I shrugged at Edward, still wrapped up in my own head to actually care too much about anything else. "They have already started to talk, huh?"

"Yes, they have. They are in the kitchen right now. Let's go." He picked me up, and in a blink of an eye I was on the first story of the house. He grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen.

Carlisle was sitting across from Charlie at the table. Charlie was rubbing his forehead, vigorously, with his palm. His elbow was on the table in front of him. Carlisle sat across from him, hands folded on the table.

I took the seat nearest to us, while Edward went around and sat across from me. Everyone was silent, not wanting to be the first one to speak. I was surprised to find that it was Charlie to be the first one to speak. "We have no idea what to so here Bella. We can't let you live like this for one more day."

I closed my eyes, taking in breath at the same time. I spoke once I opened my mouth and eyes. "Don't I have any say in what happens to me?"

Carlisle gave me a sad smile. "Your father and I have limited it to two choices. It is either you are watched every second, or we check you into a mental institution. Those places will probably help you for months."

I knew that my father was serious about the choices he was giving me. "Every single second? That is a little preposterous."

"Do you want to go to a mental institution, Bella?" Edward asked me.

"No, but I need privacy!" I yelled. I didn't see why I should keep my voice down. I was mad, and I needed to show them how much they drive me up the wall."You are going to drive me insane."

Charlie looks me square in the eye. "Bella. Make. A. Choice."

I was beat. I knew I was. "God, I choose the no privacy." I felt tears filling up my eyes. I needed to get out of here. "I HATE YOU GUYS!" I ran from my spot at the table, and into the hallway. I made my way upstairs. Edward followed me the whole way, one step behind me.

A/N Another chapter. Review please.