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This chapter is dedicated to my mother, Patricia. Without you I might have had a normal childhood. See you in hell, bitch.

The next few weeks passed slowly for me. Edward Cullen didn't return back to school and my suspicion that it was my fault only increased. His siblings would often glance at me as if they were trying to figure me out, but before I could return their stares they always turned away lightening fast.

Stupid amazing reflexes.

Jessica continued to annoy me along with Mike. I avoided her mostly and sat at the new table in lunch with Angela, Ben, Eric, and sometimes Tyler.

Mike and Jessica tried to get me to go to parties often or go to home games I usually declined their offers saying that I had homework to do. That was a huge lie though. School wasn't very difficult, if you paid attention.

School did challenge me, but I found myself enjoying what I was taught. I frequently took notes during class and studied them at home. This probably would seem weird to most people, but I honestly didn't have much to do at home.

I already read Wuthering Heights nineteen times and I quickly ran out of new reading material. Chores were almost nonexistent because of having nothing to do I cleaned each day. Then there was Charlie whom I managed to keep a facade up for, of course I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep my act up for. I didn't like feeling like I had to hide myself from my own father, but it was for the better. Although I kept up my facade, it did have some holes . . .

Charlie surprised me one night by dropping a bomb on me that I hoped would have blown away by now, but my luck being what it was . . . well it just wasn't going to happen.

"Bells?" Charlie called from downstairs. I looked up curiously from my notes and called back to him.

"Yeah?" I put down my notes and got off my bed walking to the doorway, I climbed down the stairs slowly and made my way to the living room. Charlie was sitting in his Lazy-Boy recliner looking seriously at me.

"I think we need to talk." He replied.

His words made my heart speed up and I immediately went over what I could have done wrong. Nothing, well nothing he should know about. I wondered if he found out about my ride with Edward.

That empty feeling returned and I ignored it.

"O..kay?" I said sitting down on the couch looking at my hands. I heard his chair grunt as he leaned forward.

"You haven't been eating lately." It wasn't a question, he made sure by his tone.

Oh crap.

I've been trying so hard to lead him off the trail of thinking I was insane that I totally forgot I "had" an eating disorder.

Of course rather than be honest, I let Isabella take control, "I eat dinner every night." I replied innocently.

He shook his head and huffed. "You pick at your food, Bells. That's not eating."

I have things on my mind, Charlie, like how people are going to die. Sorry if I forget to eat.

Isabella . . . calm down.

I kept my temper in check, "Sorry."

This only made him even more irked. "Why do you always say that? Why do you apologize when you don't even mean it?"

"I don't know?" I was trying to be the perfect daughter for his sake, didn't that consist of agreeing with whatever he said and having no backbone?

There's no such thing as being perfect. Everybody has flaws, Is.

I have one really big flaw, Bell.

Stop being negative.

I tuned them out, it always confuses me and isn't just worth the headache. I didn't know if they were my conscious or if they were actual voices in my head. I knew that one thing was for sure. They could make my decisions for me. I wondered absentmindedly what that made me . . . if I wasn't Bella or Isabella. Usually I felt like Bella, but lately I think Isabella was taking control, mainly because I was trying to get off the medication I was on.

"You don't know? Explain that to me . . . how can you not know!" He looked like he was losing it, I bet being crazy ran in the family.

Well you see, Dad, I have three people running my body. I have a bad, good, and neutral side of me. God apparently was trying to make a funny one day and mixed three personalities in one body, but he didn't know it would eventually cause insanity.

Don't joke about this-

I needed those little white saviors now, "I'm tired, Dad. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"No." His tone was final.

What?

"What?" I echoed my thoughts.

"No, Bella I'm trying to help you." He seemed to have calmed down a lot, I didn't like his tone of voice though, it was too much like that time he was sending me to the asylum. Too convincing and understanding.

"Dad, I don't have a problem, I'm just tired." It was true for the most part, I didn't have the problem he claimed I did.

He studied me, "I'm taking you to see, Dr. Cullen again tomorrow."

What the hell!

"Why? There's nothing wrong with me!" I felt my rage starting to build.

Isabella-

Shut up.

"There is, you're trying to hide it, but I know. I'm going to have Dr. Cullen see you and maybe he can help me find a therapist, or-"

"I'm not going to a therapist. There is nothing wrong with me. I am going to sleep. Goodnight." I spoke in a lethal tone that made Charlie's eyes bulge.

I walked back upstairs and into my room slamming the door, I found my medication and swallowed them without water, I was rewarded with a calm state and relaxed. I shut off my bedside table light and fell asleep.

OOO

I walked into Forks High School once again was greeted immediately by Jessica. She smiled a huge grin and started walking with me, cuing me in on all the gossip for today.

"Chad and Samantha broke up, can you believe it? It apparently was about trust issues or something. She does seem to cheat a lot, but I think she really did like him." Her face was thoughtful as we stopped at my locker. I quickly did my combination and opened it up. Jessica waited for me to say something.

"Isn't Samantha a bitch?" Jessica's mouth popped open and she looked bewildered.

"Yeah, now I remember she's the one who hangs out with Lauren." I remembered the brown-haired girl making fun of me as I tripped up stairs. Jessica didn't like the subject we were on. Lauren was her friend. She changed it.

"Mike asked me out on a date!" Her voice squeaked happily. I was glad my face was covered because I nearly laughed.

She thinks Mike is something? Heh, o-kay.

"That's great, Jess." I closed my locker after gathering my books and smiled at her. She seemed a little miffed, I bet she thought that would have made me jealous.

"Edwards back," My smile faded instantly at his name, "I saw his this morning. I wonder why he left in the first place?" I felt my face drop to horror, why was he back? I was doing fine without him here.

Jessica seemed to like my current state and said goodbye and skipped off. I resisted the urge to flip her off.

I walked to my first class and slammed my books down on my desk. Everybody in the classroom jumped and then averted their eyes from my face. Luckily the teacher wasn't here yet so I didn't get in trouble and get detention. I slumped down in my seat and sighed.

Huffing and puffing will eventually just blow you down, Is.

I remembered not taking my medication and rushing out the door. I resisted sighing again and turned my textbook to the right page as the teacher walked through the door. All of sudden a piece of paper found its way to my desk.

I looked up confused, Mr. Mason was still droning on about our current assignment. I turned my head left, nobody was looking at me, I then turned my head right, nobody was looking at me from this direction either. I dropped my gaze back to the square.

What the hell do I do?

Was this note meant for me? The fact that nobody was giving me a meaningful look to pass it on, I doubted I was suppose to pass it. On the contrary, I barely knew anybody near me in this class. The people I did were on the other side of the room. How would they manage to get the note all the way over here?

"You're suppose to open it." I heard a hiss say, and I turned my head to look right into the deadly eyes of Samantha.

OOO

A woman walked down the street a skip in her step. She was almost middle-aged, but she didn't even resemble Samantha. There were so many winkles and burns on the woman's face it was difficult to even make out her facial expression. She sat down on her windbreaker in an alley she made it too. Quickly with a shaky hand she pulled out a small Ziploc baggie with white powder in it. She licked her lips in anticipation and poured it right onto the pavement on the alley. She bent down and pulled out what looked like a cut straw, she began sniffing it. The woman didn't stop sniffing the drug until her head slammed forward into the pavement and by then it was too late.

A shudder rippled through my torso and I looked back down to the square. I tentatively opened it as if at any moment something might pop out. When it was fully open, it read:

Isabella, I found out you called me a bitch because Chad broke up with me. Well guess what? I'm not! You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you!

I looked back up to meet Samantha's eyes. I glanced back to the note and wrote my response:

Samantha, is it? Let me introduce myself. I'm Bella. And for the record I could care less who your dating or why they broke up with you. I called you a bitch, simply because you act like one. Maybe you should stop snorting and get your head out of your ass and realize that.

Satisfied, I handed the note back to her and went back to listening to Mr. Mason's lecture. A little shriek tore me from listening. I turned my head to Samantha. She was looking at me stunned.

"Miss Marshall, is there something wrong?" He came toward her. She balled the note up in her fist under her desk. She looked up at him and spoke in a firm tone.

"Nothing is wrong, Mr. Mason." I looked back at my textbook trying to hide my smirk. I couldn't hide it completely and the corners of my mouth twitched upward.

The rest of the class passed quickly. As I made my way out the door, Samantha hissed in my ear.

"This is far from over." I smiled at her and waved to her as she stalked off to her next class.

Class after class passed by much the same and I was beginning to see why high school was dull. I made my way toward the cafeteria and met Angela at the entrance who was waiting for me with Ben. She looked worriedly at me and then glanced behind me. As soon as I made it to her side, she linked arms with me and hauled me immediately to our lunch table near the Cullens.

They were already at their table, all five of them. I smiled at the thought and dropped it from my face. They weren't even my friends I reminded myself.

"What are you thinking?" Angela whispered harshly to me still pulling toward our table. Ben struggled to keep up with Angela's fast pace. Hell, I was being dragged.

When we reached our table, she turned to me expectantly. I turned to the Cullens who looked disinterested in whatever we were saying although I couldn't shake the feeling they were listening, Edward especially, I felt my insides flutter a little seeing him.

What the hell?

I second that, Is.

I looked back at Angela, "I was thinking I could stop some rumors." I said honestly. Angela looked at me dumbfounded and slumped into her seat, Ben sat down beside her, looking a little worried. I sat across from her.

"Am I still talking to the same Bella? The Bella who didn't want any trouble?" She tried to joke but it didn't reach her eyes, I felt my head ache a little.

"Of course I'm still Bella there's only one of me," I laughed nervously, "I don't want any trouble, you know that Angie," her eyes softened at the nickname, "but it's just so hard with the rumors flying like they are, I really don't need any more."

"Bella, there's other ways to deal with this." She spoke quietly.

Baby ways. C'mon you're not three anymore.

Violence isn't the answer, Is.

There wasn't a question posed, Bell.

My head pounded a little more. Their voices were hurting my head. Usually they were just whispers, but today it was like normal volume you used in a conversation.

I shook my head trying to clear it, Angela thought I was answering to what she said. "Then what do you think we should do? I'm not letting you get in trouble, Bella!"

I say we fight.

I say we don't.

You're a wimp.

You're annoying.

I shook my head again, how could they be getting louder. Why didn't they stay whispers?

"Bella! You've got to listen to me!" Angela sounded desperate.

Listen to her!

Don't listen to her!

She's your friend!

She's Bella's friend.

What's that suppose to mean?

Exactly my point.

"Quit talking." I mumbled, and I put my head in my hands. My forehead was getting hot and I could feel it pounding again my hand.

"No! Bella-"

I stopped her before she could say something so that the voices would rant again. "Please," I begged, "can we talk tomorrow?" At least then I could remember my medication. I couldn't take this much talking right now, even more so now that their voices seemed to get louder.

"This is serious! Samantha wants to fight you!" Angela said she reached out to me and I pulled away.

The bitch wants to fight you? Coolness!

This isn't good.

Are you kidding me? This is fantastic!

No, it's not!

Yes, it is.

Is not!

Is too!

Is not!

The voices kept going and sweat starting forming at my forehead. My tear ducts started to water and my nails dug into my skin. Angela tried to ask me what's wrong but it was getting harder and harder to hear her as the voices continued to get louder, suddenly Samantha Marshall appeared in front of me smirking.

GET HER!

NO!

USE THE LEFT HOOK!

I didn't hear what she said instead I lost control and let Isabella have me. My blood was boiling and my flesh burned as I met her eyes. A demon from hell seemed to possess my soul and I smiled wickedly at her, "Hello, Samantha."

Her eyes widened and she took a step back and I moved forward. Angela jumped up from the table and ran toward me, luckily Ben held her back. I looked around Samantha and I took in our audience. Everybody had their eyes on us, including the Cullens. One set of eyes in particular seemed to reflect what I felt, the male blond with the Cullens. I was cut off by vision.

OOO

A soldier was dressed in a uniform that looked from an earlier century. He was riding on a horse, of all things and stopped when he came to three women on foot. The man got off the horse and I got a better look at him, he looked exactly like the blond at the Cullen lunch table except this one had blue eyes. The vision flickered to the women talking. Then I saw him getting bit violently on the neck by some small brunette women, the other women seem to have disappeared.

OOO

The vision only increased my . . . blood lust? Yes, I guess that's what you would call it. I wanted to see Samantha bleed, and I wanted her writhing on the floor screaming in pain because of me. Isabella took control again and my vision went red.