This story contains sensitive subject matter. If the topics of mental illness, and attempted suicide bothers you, please do not read.

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AN: Thanks to Sherry & Paige for all their help with editing this. Any mistakes are mine.

I don't own Twilight, but I do own this plot. No copyright infringements intended.

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POV- Bella

~DB~

"Are you alright now, Bella?" Carlisle tentatively asks me.

I rub my forehead as I shake my head. Tears rolling down my cheeks. "He's gone." I whisper.

"What!? Dear god, no, not my son, not, Edward!?" Carlisle starts panicking and if I'm not mistaken… crying.

"Carlisle, he left, Edward left me," I inform him, feeling ashamed.

"Oh, thank god, I thought… never mind."

"What?" My heart just broke a little more. Is he glad Edward left me?

"Oh, Bella, I didn't mean… I didn't mean that I'm glad he left you."

"Well, what did you mean!?" I challenge as I swipe at my eyes with the back of my hands.

He sighs heavily into the phone. "Bella, I'm really not at liberty to discuss this with you."

"What?" I shriek. "He left me in the middle of the night, with nothing except a fucking 'Dear John' letter. I want to know what you know, now!" I demand from my father-in-law. I was mad, hell no, strike that, I was livid! I have never spoken to him that way before, but I want answers.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you're not going to like it."

"What I don't like is not knowing where my husband is, Carlisle, and why he fucking left. The real reason that is and why people want to try to keep those reasons from me?" I end my diatribe against Carlisle. My breaths coming out in pants from being so damn mad. My chest heaving up and down.

"Fine. I'm not Edward's doctor, but I keep an eye on his case because he's my son." He starts and I can't believe what I hear.

"Is that legal? How do you manage to do that?" I question him.

He sighs. More than likely he's frustrated with me. I couldn't care less. I want answers about my husband.

"Edward sees a friend of mine. He knows the circumstances that go along with Edward and his care."

"You make it sound like something is… wrong with him, Carlisle."

"Bella, there is something wrong with him." His tone starting to show his frustration.

"Yes, I know… he's bipolar, but it doesn't slow him down or hinder him in any way."

Sighing, "Doesn't hinder Edward? Bella?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Where is he? Where is Edward, Bella?"

My thumb rubs over the diamond on my wedding ring. "I- I don't know?" I mumble.

"Bella, sweetheart, Edward stopped taking his meds months ago. He's probably in a full-on manic state." He tells me gently.

My hand flies up to my throat. It feels like someone is squeezing the life out of me. "Wh- why?" Is all I manage to stutter out.

"He doesn't think we know. Dr. Cox, his primary doctor, ordered blood work, but told him it was for his blood sugar count. We would order that test every so often so I could sneak in a med check."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Patient privacy act. I could get into a lot trouble as well as Dr. Cox." He explains.

"Well, keeping your mouth shut worked out wonderfully," I add sarcastically.

He sniffs and I realize he's crying.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't fair. I'm upset and I'm taking it out on you." I apologize to him, and feeling like shit for so many reasons.

"Don't worry about it, we'll find him, Bella."

"I hope so."

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AN: Are y'all ok? Are you enjoying the teaser pictures I post in MyWindowIsOpen group?