3/22/15-Updated

Note about silent moments: Dear readers, Silent moments is filled with triggers. From Cutting, rape, suicide attempts, and murder. I'd like to make it really clear that I do no condone any of these and I do not wish to hurt or offend anyone by writing this. It's just something that came to my head while I was going through issues. I will put this trigger at the top of each chapter, as well as several additional warnings.

"Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen every day…"

Edward

Motherfucking hospitals

Don't they do a lovely job at making you comfortable while you wait to see if the person you care about is dead or that they made it?

No, they suck. I fucking hate being in hospitals but here I am because I refuse to leave blue's side-or well the waiting room because they won't let me back there with her-until I know she'll be okay.

So here I sit, in those uncomfortable chairs next to my little sister and Esme while we wait to find out what's going to happen to blue.

Want to know the shittest part? The shittest part isn't the wait-though that's definitely the second worse part of this, it's the fact that blue's parents didn't bother to show up.

Their daughter has been in the hospital for three hours now so where were they?

It dawned on me during hour two of waiting for news on blue that her parents honestly didn't give a fuck about her. It wasn't as surprising as it should've been. The way blue acts, I knew that what she got at school couldn't have been that much worse than what she got at home.

I tried to see it from all sides but I just couldn't figure out how the fuck the death of one of my kids would make me hate the one that was still left. Was I only the rational one in this whole thing? It felt like it, that's for sure.

"You're going to break the chair," Alice said as she made a grab for my hand.

I let go of the damn chair and kept my hands fisted in my lap.

I hated hospitals and I hated playing the waiting game. I've been here done this so many times that I didn't ever want to be put in this position again yet here I am.

It was worth it though.

I wasn't going to leave without seeing blue alive and as okay as she could be all things considered.

"I don't care! I don't…No! This deal is important, so you need to get shit together and get it back! Fix it….I don't give a fuck when the presentation is…Fix it, fix it all…and…" Some asshole in a silver suit came in screaming to someone on his phone.

Trailing in behind him, or shall I say stumbling in, was some drunk bitch who looked like she was seconds from either passing out or vomiting, maybe both?

"Sir, sir!" The nurse at the desk scowled. "Please keep your voice down."

Glaring back at her just as fiercely, he snapped, "I'll call you back. I expect you to be on it."

"What a dickhead," I mumbled.

"Edward," Esme gasped.

I shrugged, not really sorry for my comment at all.

"I'm looking for Isabella Swan."

So these two sorry excuses for parents were blue's parents? Why did it even surprise me?

Blue's father had a mop of slicked back light blonde hair and dark gray eyes. He stood as if he thought he was hot shit, powerful and all that. I'm guessing from the phone call that he was in charge of some sort of business. Yet, how his employees haven't slapped lawsuit after lawsuit on his ass for his improper work attitude was beyond me, or maybe they have, I don't know.

Blue's mother was just…just a mess. Her brown hair was tangled and her blue eyes, though they were a different color than blue's they definitely had the same shape?, looked red and hazy. She had blue's face, or rather blue had her face, yet blue was a hundred times prettier than this woman. I blame it on the fact that she so obviously hit the bottle quite often. Seriously, I could smell her from here.

"She's in the process of…"

"I'm kind of busy here, just tell me if she's alive or what."

Is this fuck for real?

I went to get up, Alice grabbed my hand and threw me a sharp glare, "Do you want to get thrown out?"

"Sir," the nurse sounded appalled.

"Is she going to live or die?"

"I'm not at liberty to say…"

"Any why not?" Blue's father spat.

"I haven't spoken to her doctor in quite some time an…"

"Well whose fault is that?" dickhead grumbled. "Go find out before I slap a lawsuit on this hospital for not doing their jobs properly."

The nurse gasped but nevertheless scurried away to go find out some information on blue.

"They don't care about her," Alice whispered, saddened.

"I can see," I sourly replied.

"Is her mom drunk?"

"Yeah." How fucking classy was that? You show up to the hospital that your daughter is at, drunk as a skunk. "Just one punch in the face won't kill him,"

"Edward, I think you need to step outside and take a breather."

"You can't blame me for wanting to hit him," I argued. "Do you see how they treat her? Did you know?" I felt like an ass for accusing Esme of something like that. She would've stepped in had she truly known what was going on at home.

"Of course not," she sighed.

"But you thought…"

"Edward," Alice sighed.

"I'm sorry." I forced out.

"You care about her," Esme smiled, softly. "I understand."

Yeah, I did care about her, I cared about her a lot and yet here I was walking a thin line between losing her and getting to keep her.

You know, I've never given much thought about the whole love at first sight thing but…maybe? How else could I explain all these feelings that are within me, have been within me since I met blue.

I wasn't sure.

I've never had those type of feelings for someone before. Sure, I felt…er…affection towards my previous girlfriend but to be honest, I really could care less about what happened to them. They weren't my problem. I feel this way because they were all fucking bitches but meh.

With blue, I feel different. I feel all warm and shit whenever I'm around her. She makes me smile and laugh all the fucking time. And…

The thought of not seeing her ever again, despite knowing her a week, devastated me. It made me panic. Especially since that nurse had yet to return to inform blue's parents of any changes.

Maybe she went to get security, that'd be funny-and a much needed distraction.

It was a long time before we got any kind of news on blue. Eventually though, Carlisle came out looking indifferent. That wasn't a good or bad sign. Fuck doctor poker faces, honestly.

"Well," Dickhead grumbled. "Do we finally get news?"

"Isabella is stable,"

I relaxed. Blue was okay. I had got to her in enough time to save her life.

"So what exactly happened?"

Carlisle glanced over at me, looking somewhat surprised that I didn't give them a rundown of what had happened.

I stared back. They were lucky I didn't beat the ever loving shit out of her parents, like I would actually go over and talk civilly to people like that. Ha, over my dead body.

"It would appear that she tried to take her life. She ingested a cocktail of medications as well as sliced her wrist open-the cut was deep and she lost quite a bit of blood-but she'll be okay."

"When can we talk to her?" drunky, who had actually sobered up quite a bit after a couple cups of coffee, wondered.

"I'll let you know when get her all settled, and of course when she wakes up." He added. "She's been through a lot, she needs her rest."

Dickbag made some comment under his breath, didn't sound nice, and went back to playing with his phone. Drunky slumped in her seat and held her head, yet I knew it was more due to the fact that the drinks weren't so nice to her anymore.

Another hour passed, and then another, and despite knowing that blue would be okay, I wasn't ready to leave until I was able to see her with my own two eyes.

Esme went in about an hour ago to talk to her and came out saying that blue was lucid but not talking at the moment. She didn't want to see anyone either, she mentioned to blue's parents who of course flipped their shit.

"She's our daughter," dickhead snapped. "We have the right to see her."

"And she's my patient, If I think your visit would cause her unneeded stress, I can put my foot down."

Thank you, Carlisle.

"She's in a delicate place…" Esme stated softly.

"Delicate my ass," he snorted. "I have a bone to pick with you. How did you not see this coming, hmm? You're supposed to be working closely with her. You told us she was doing well."

Esme sighed, "She was doing well. This is unexpected, there must have been a traumatic event that…"

"You know full well what week this is," he spat. "You should've upped her prescription or had appointments everyday…"

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd just love that. Keep her doped up at all times so that she doesn't report the emotional abuse you two dish out," I finally snapped.

"Excuse me?"

"I know you're stupid but you're not deaf, you heard me." He glowered at me but I glared right back. If anyone would win this contest it would be me.

"She did better at Volturi institute." Drunky slurred.

"She's going back," dickhead broke my gaze and nodded at his wife. "They'll shape her up in no time."

Volturi's mental hospital wasn't exactly a nice place to be. Trust me. I've been there, Alice has been there-yeah, I got myself put there because Alice had been put there after she tried to kill herself.

That place honestly makes any issue you have a hundred times worse. It's as if they don't want their patients to get better, they just want to keep the funding coming.

"She's made real progress with me," Esme started. "I don't think it-"

"Real progress?" dickbag snorted. "She tried to kill herself. What kind of progress do you all that?"

The hospital doors pulled open and in jogged two blondes who looked absolutely terrified. They spotted all of us, no doubt panicked by the fact that most of us looked ready to throw down at any second-even Esme didn't look pleased with blue's parents- but instead of turning and walking back out the doors, they came toward us.

"What happened?" the blonde, who oddly enough looked like she had just stepped off a runway, screeched. She had long blonde hair that fell around her heart shaped face-blue's heart shaped face-in waves, her body was pretty fucking banging, and she was nice and leggy.

"She's fine."

"What happened, Phil?" the boy, who much like the blonde reminded me of blue. His hair was blonde, but not as blonde as his sister? His was a mixture of brown and blonde and he had blue eyes, just like drunky. However unlike her, he didn't look incoherent and drunk. He was a couple inches taller than me and honestly looked like he could take me on.

Eh, I'd have a good chance at beating his ass. He's not that built.

"You know Bella, she's always been one for dramatics," he rolled his eyes. "It's just another cry for attention."

"What happened?" the model said slowly, deadlier.

Dickhead sighed, "She took some pills and…Look, she just tried to kill herself. Why do you need the details, Rosalie?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Jasper, relax," drunky slurred.

"Why were pills out where she could find them?" Jasper, blue's brother apparently, demanded. "After what happened last time? Are you for real?"

"She's prescribed medicine, Rosalie. I can't hide it from her," he shrugged, looking like he didn't give a fuck at all.

"You should monitor it," Rosalie said with venom. "Give it to her at dinner, or breakfast, just don't leave her in charge of a bottle of pills."

"She's supposed to be getting better," Dickhead grumbled.

"It doesn't matter if she was getting better. Bella has been through hell and back, those memories don't fade. Sure she could be okay today but tomorrow she could be unstable."

"Did you not take into account that this time a year is hard for her?" Jasper whispered glancing at us.

"What do you want me to do?" Dickhead asked exasperated. "I have a job, I can't keep an eye on her twenty four seven."

"Oh, I didn't realize that both of you worked. What about you, mom? Why can't you watch, Bella?" Rosalie questioned. "Oh wait, you're drunk off your ass pretty much twenty four seven."

"Your mother having a drink every now and again is none of your concern."

"It is when my little sister is put in danger because of it."

I kind of liked these two but at the same time I didn't. They left blue here all alone to defend herself, to try and pull herself together. Who does that to someone they supposedly love? I know I'd never be able to do that to Alice in a million fucking years.

With both of their parents looking either severely pissed off or embarrassed, Rosalie and Jasper turned to Carlisle to demand a more indebt talk about what really happened to their sister.

They sure showed more emotion for blue than their parents did, that's for sure.

"When can we see her?" Rosalie asked Carlisle softly.

"She doesn't want to see anyone," Dickhead grumbled. "Now sit your ass down and wait like the rest of us."

Rosalie and Jasper sat down with their parents but continued to quietly bicker back and forth with them. The rest of us moved away to give them their privacy, personally I was hoping that Rosalie or Jasper would throw some punches but sadly, I don't get everything I want in life.

"She's really going to be okay?" Alice wondered.

"She'll make a full recovery," Carlisle promised.

"Can I see her?"

"Edward," Esme sighed softly.

"I know, I know. I'm not family, what the fuck ever. She trusts me, she talks to me," I reminded her. "Just give me a couple moments, that's all I need."

Carlisle sighed, "You have ten minutes, maybe fifteen. They'll be coming down to bring her to a room soon."

I smiled brightly and allowed him to lead me into the back.

"Look at you, breaking rules and shit."

Carlisle rolled his eyes, "Sometimes it doesn't hurt to break a rule or two, just don't tell anyone."

"Your secret is safe with me," I chuckled.

Blue's room was the last door at the long hallway. It was also the room right across from one of the nurses stations, they no doubt wanted to make sure that she didn't try anything funny from the time she woke up to the time that she was moved upstairs.

"Ten minutes," Carlisle reminded me.

I nodded mutely and slipped into blue's room. It was quiet in here, the only sound that was present was the sound of her heart monitor. Blue was on her side, facing away from the door but I could tell that she wasn't sleeping.

"Hey, Blue."

She stiffened but relaxed almost instantly. "M-Masen?"

I sat in the chair beside her bed as she rolled over to face me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were red rimmed again, she had been crying.

"I'm glad you're okay, blue."

"I'm not," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because it hurts," she whimpered. "It still hurts, it'll always hurt. I just want to be free…No one wants me here…I don't want me here."

"You're wrong," I said as I grasped her hand tightly between my own. "I want you here. Do you know…do you know how it felt for me to walk in your bathroom and see you…" I closed my eyes.

"D-don't be sad."

"How can I not be?"

"You just met me."

"And that's all it took to develop feelings for you." I retorted. "I can't lose you, blue. I don't want to lose you."

"You deserve better than me," she sniffled. "I'm…I'm no good, I'm broken and I don't think I can ever be fixed."

"We both have our demons, blue. Do you really think I don't have something to hide?"

"You do," she whispered. "I know you do but…my past, I…you have no idea what I've done-what I've been through."

I wasn't angry, which was a first. I did understand. Compared to her past, mine didn't look that awful-sure it was still bad but I didn't go through half the shit she went through, and still goes through.

But I had to make her understand, I had to let her know that regardless of what happened to her, I wasn't about to let her go without a fight.

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