A/N: Thank you all for continuing to read this crazy story.

I continue to be total fail in the comma and spelling department, thankfully I have Mesmerizeme to make this story readable! ;-D

Stephanie Meyer owns it all, I just like to play around with them.

-Edward-

Today is my second appointment with Isa.

I'm due to be there in an hour.

I'm not sure I want to go.

I stand in my bathroom, hands on either side of the sink, trying to talk myself into something, but I am not sure yet what that something is. I turn on the faucet spilling cold water into the sink and cupping my hands. I splash my face with the freezing liquid trying to clear my head. I look up to stare myself in the eyes, but all I see are my friends looking back at me in the mirror. Angry orange flames surround them and I watch as their flesh begins to burn and their clothes begin to melt. They do not scream, or even move, but instead look at me with empty eyes, seemingly begging for that cold water which covers my hands and face.

That thought makes my decision for me. I owe it to them, to her, to do this. I push myself away from the sink and walk out to my living room where my laptop still sits open. I have spent most of the evening researching on-line colleges and even applied to one that promises a degree in Nursing in six months. It's not what I really want to do, but it will get me in the right direction. I just hoped that somewhere my friends were happy with what I am trying to do, that wherever my Bella is, that she would be proud of me. I cannot help but hope that Isabella will also be pleased.

I review the degree plan mapped out on the website for a little while longer before I realize that it is time to leave. Grabbing my jacket, I head out the door toward my own personal sadist.

When I arrive at Isa's, Angela is once again typing away at her laptop, this time there is a young man sitting in one of the waiting chairs. He is Native American with long hair and looks like he could bench press a cow and then eat the whole thing for dinner. He watches Angela work with rapt attention and for a moment, I think he may be a suitor or maybe even her boyfriend. That is until she begins to speak.

"Well Mr. Black. As you know tonight was your last session, Isa feels that you are far enough along in the healing process that you no longer need her services." She pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to him. "This is a new copy of the Non-Disclosure Agreement for you to read over and sign. It is extremely important that Isa retain as much anonymity as possible. I am sure you understand."

Mr. Black nods as he reads the paper and signs his name at the bottom. He passes the paper back to Angela and she stands to give him a farewell handshake.

"Thank you for using our services."

Mr. Black takes her hand and pumps it a few times. "Thank you for...everything."

Without another word, the large man slips past me and into the hallway.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen." Angela greets me. "You're a bit early today."

I can't help but return at least a small smile. "I think I'm even more nervous now that I have an idea what will be happening."

Angela shakes her head slightly. "Isa may still surprise you."

The door to Isa's treatment room opens and Angela motions for me to go inside. The first thing that I notice is that the room is freezing, and not just put on a sweater cold. She must have multiple air conditioning units going to make it this cold.

Isa does not appear to be dressed any differently, but she could easily have thermals on beneath her clothes. She is dressed in an ice blue color today.

Isa points to a basket near the door and I realize that she wants me to remove my clothing. I slowly take off my clothing and am sad to feel the last bits of warmth slide away with the thin layers of cloth. There is no table in the room this time, but there is a stool, surrounded by metallic caged walls and inside the walls are sheets of a white material. I am not sure what it is, but it does not look like it is there to block out the cold.

Isa swings open one of the walls to reveal an opening for me to sit in the chair. I take my seat and she closes me in.

Immediately my body almost seizes up with the cold surrounding me and I shiver so hard that I fear I may fall out of the chair.

Isa brings a deep bowl and ladle to the cage and begins to pour water over the caged walls. As I watch the steam rise, I realize that I am surrounded by dry ice. Instinctively I pull my limbs in to keep them from touching the freezing substance. Very quickly, the room fills up with fog and I can barely see what is in front of me.

I am tense as I wait for whatever instrument she will use to punish me this time. I cannot stop my mind from wondering why she has changed the treatment. Will it be different every time? I make a mental note to ask Angela about this before I leave.

It feels like I have been sitting here in this cold fog for hours, I want to look at my watch but figure that is probably not that good of an idea. Without realizing, my tense muscle begin to loosen, the blood pumps back through them and I feel a little warmth as my body begins to acclimate to the cold. I could see the relevance in the last treatment; I had dealt with the horrors of burning alive as my friends had. What correlation could the cold have to my past?

I am so lost in my thoughts that I am caught terribly off guard when the first jolt hits me across my lower back. I do not know what it is Isa is using and the only thought in my head is 'pain.' I cannot tell where the pain begins or ends, if it is hot or cold, if it is something solid or not. All I feel is strips of pure, crippling, naked, pain. I cry out in agony and fall off the stool onto my knees. I lurch forward and throw my arms out to catch me and they slam against the metal cage walls. My arms seer with freezing burns and I quickly pull them back and notice the redness setting in.

Suddenly the pain grips both of my feet and again I scream as my feet cramp up in protection from the horrid madness. I stumble back on to the stool and wrap my arms around my body, shaking from fear and pain as much as the cold.

My head darts around nervously as I try to see where Isa might be, but the fog from the dry ice is too thick and I cannot see a thing. My pulse is deafening in my ears and I cannot hear anything save the pounding of my heart and the gasping of my breath.

I try to take deep breaths to calm myself enough to hear what is happening around me. It is useless though, because as soon as my breathing begins to regulate, a single point of pain radiates from the base of my hairline. It feels as though the flesh there is being eaten away and the feeling expands until my entire neck feels as though the skin is being peeled off my body. The sharp ache underneath the skin is nearly unbearable and I find myself hoping that I would lose consciousness before too long. The direct pain stops and the area burns with a cold fire.

My teeth hurt from grinding them so hard and my head is pounding. The dizziness threatens to cause me to fall onto the freezing cage walls again. I reach out to try to balance myself when the pain rips my chest open, searing pain cuts at me from sternum to gut and back again. I throw my head back and wail at the top of my lungs, my body feels as though it is being cut to shreds.

The pain again lessens and I am finally able to realize why Isa is doing this treatment. The last week was never about the pain, but the heat. This treatment is about the pain that they felt, another aspect of the agonizing horror they went through.

Once again, I am struck by how much they endured in my absence and the tears begin to flow freely as I see my friends and my Bella before me, hovering in the haze. Jasper nods as if I am finally feeling the pain that they endured.

The pain bites at me five more times and then no more.

When Isa comes to help me off the stool, I nearly collapse in her arms. She wraps me in a warm blanket as I sob uncontrollably on to her sleeve. She runs her hands through my hair as I finally begin to calm down.

I notice that the temperature in the room has risen and I am no longer shivering from the cold; however, I cannot escape the tremors of sorrow that still run through my body.

Isa finally releases me and standing up, departs the room. I get up, move on shaky legs to my clothing, and get dressed.

Walking out I see Angela once again typing away at her laptop. A small part of me wonders what it is she is working on, the rest of me cannot find the energy to care.

"Would you like for me to call you a cab, Mr. Cullen?" I look over her, barely registering her words. "You don't look very stable on your feet. You can sit here for a while if you would like." Her warm smile is genuine and comforting.

"A cab would be great."

"Of course, Mr. Cullen."

Angela makes a few phone calls and tells me that the taxi will be here in 10 minutes. I thank her, make my way down to the street, and wait.

The cab takes only a few minutes to make its way to my street and the driver tells me that the fare has already been paid. I silently thank Angela for her kindness and make my way to my apartment, where my bed is calling my name.

-Isa-

I want so much to treat him like every other client, with objectivity, but that is proving to be harder than I thought.

I doubt he realized it, but he called out for me, the old me, tonight. Tears flowed out of my eyes as I purposely caused him more and more pain. Pain he did not deserve, yet he felt that he owed to me, to everyone.

A part of me wants him to hurt, to feel what I felt after he left the party. Another part wants to hold him and take all of his pain away. Right now I am not sure which one I want more, and that thought alone pushes away the memories, fueling my new nightmares.

A/N: So, if you were in Edward's shoes, would you have gone back to see Isa?

In case you were wondering what it was that Isa was using, she was using an inverted can of compressed air. I got the idea because my husband thinks it's funny to shake it up unsidedown and get it really cold and then shoot us over our pants, it's so cold that it stings even through jeans.

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