Here it is! The 10th chapter (I can't believe it's so far!). Enjoy!

Rosalie POV

Chapter 10: Therapy

Ugh, I thought. Can't the doctors just accept the fact that I might not ever be able to remember my previous life? Why did they have to keep dragging me here every month? I wanted to go shopping this weekend!

"Rosalie Hale?" the receptionist asked and I got up and walked into the counsellor's room.

"Um," the receptionist said. "It says you're meant to go into the office, not the counsellor's room."

I walked the other way to the office. I didn't like this new receptionist, she was too… unsure. She didn't seem like she knew what she was doing.

My psychiatrist, James Welsh, was waiting for me.

"Good morning Miss. Hale."

"Yeah, hi." I said, impatiently. I wanted to get this part over and done with so I could go to therapy and get out of this joint.

"We have some news for you," Dr. Welsh said.

"Mmm?" I said, not bothering to look up.

"We found you."

I looked up at him. "Huh?"

"We've found where you used to live."

"What? How? Where?"

"You used to live in Washington." Dr. Welsh told me.

"D.C?"

"No, state."

"Which city?" I ran through the cities I knew in Washington quickly. I didn't feel connected to any of them.

"It's not really a city. Actually, it's hardly a town. There are only about 3000 people. That's why we haven't found it sooner. No one thought to check."

"Where?" I asked. Dang doctors and their elusive answers.

"It's called Forks."

My hand flew up to my head in pain as memories whirred through my head: a red car, a white house, moss, a baseball game, an attacking bear, a cafeteria, a classroom, a smiling dimpled face with curly brown hair all flashed in front of my eyes within a second, causing me to gasp and migraine like shock of pain shot through my head.

"Rosalie? Are you alright?" Dr. Welsh asked with worry.

"Yeah, fine," I panted.

"Hmm… do you remember anything?"

"Not really," I answered, still breathless.

"Are you ready to continue?"

"I…think so." Dr. Welsh didn't look so sure. He poured some water into a glass from a jug on his desk and offered it to me. I took it gladly and gulped down the water.

After a while I spoke again. "Please continue," I said, trying to keep my voice even.

Dr. Welsh hesitated and continued. "We talked to the school in Forks and they confirmed you attended Forks high, but it seems you graduated nearly two years ago."

"What? But I'm only a junior now."

"I know, and even though your birth certificate is most definitely real, we've had it examined using the most rigorous testing, it seems as though something is off. You might have been at Forks High for some other reason than just education."

"What, like I might have been a spy or something?" I asked.

"Possibly. I think we shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet."

"You think I should go there, don't you?"

"It's up to you, of course, but I would recommend it."

I thought about the pain I'd had before. What if there was more of that? Then again, the lure to find out my beginnings was tempting.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" I asked Dr. Welsh.

"Certainly," he replied.

"Do I have to go to therapy now?" I asked.

"No, I only called you here to tell you the news."

"Okay, thanks Dr. Welsh. See ya," I said as I opened the door.

That night I lay awake for hours, contemplating going to Forks. I tried to make sense of the memories I'd seen in Dr. Welsh's office. I had researched Forks once I arrived home, so that explained the moss. I knew there were bears in that area too. Had I had a run in with one? It didn't seem likely. The bear I'd seen was attacking, and not many people escaped bear attacks in good condition, let alone mint condition, like I was.

I had probably owned the red car. It was my sort of ride. Was the white house where I had lived?

The baseball game was confusing because everyone had moved so fast. It might have been a dream I'd had. That was the only thing that explained it.

The classroom and cafeteria matched the pictures I had found of Forks High online, easy to see where I got those from.

The man with the curly hair intrigued me the most. He was very handsome and very pale. But something about him bugged me; he was more beautiful than me. I hadn't known any girl in my life more beautiful than myself, let alone a man. Still, I wondered who he was. Was he my boyfriend (had I been that lucky?)? Was he my friend? My brother, maybe? Or was he something else?

I thought about the fact I graduated from high school two years ago. I couldn't remember anything. It was so frustrating!

Why did I fake a birth certificate so I could go to high school in a small town? What was so exciting about Forks? I had weighed my options and come to the conclusion I must've worked for the government. Maybe a secret agency? And maybe my parents hadn't died in a car crash after all. That would explain why I couldn't remember anything. They might have drugged me and removed my memory for all I knew. Maybe.
But one thing was for sure; I was going to find out.

I was going to Forks.

What do you think? Please review and tell me! Next chapter will be either Emmet's POV or a different Cullen's POV. I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you what'll help me decide though; reviews! Seriously, please review. You know you want to.

~MissAnoni

PS: This FanFiction will probably be about 15-20 chapters, so we're over half way now!