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I sat there in the unfamiliar room for the longest time just wondering what the hell I did and how the hell I did it.

I had my knees pulled up against my chest and arms around them. I was shaking furiously, I realized awhile ago that it wasn't an earthquake. On top of that, all I felt was dread and pain.

It wasn't suppose to happen this way. I wasn't suppose to do this. It went against what I believed.

Tears threatened to fall, but never did. They were just reminders that I did something unforgettable and for that I would suffer. And I was suffering, immensely so.

I felt a cool touch on my shoulder, and I lifted my face to meet Dr. Cullen's. I still felt the urge to throw myself across the room when he looked at me, but I fought it, if anything I deserved death now. Death would give me some peace of mind.

"Miss Swan, it's getting late. Would you like me to give you a ride home?" Dr. Cullen asked using a soft tone. I shook my head. My voice had been useless over the past couple of days.

I looked back at Charlie who lied in the hospital bed still unconscious from the drugs they kept injecting into his unmoving body. The coolness was removed and he kept his voice low.

"He will recover, Miss Swan, I promise you that. It's best if you get some rest though." I tried to shrug although it was difficult seeing as I still was shaking.

Dr. Cullen didn't try to offer me any more medication as he did earlier or calm me down. He learned earlier I wouldn't put up with either. It reminded me too much of the institution and I couldn't deal with those memories, not now.

Speaking of medication, I wish I had made sure to take my pill earlier, the voices wouldn't talk often, but when they did it was for longer periods of time and usually they fought.

You are so selfish! How could you do this?

You wouldn't have survived without Charlie. You did the right thing.

YOU KILLED SOMEBODY, YOU LITTLE BITCH!

NOBODY KNEW HIM, BELLS!

He was still a person!

Well now he's a corpse, get over it!

My thoughts were broken off by somebody knocking on the door. I looked up as Jacob and Harry came through the doorway. As soon as Jacob noticed my stance he came over quickly and wrapped me in a hug.

I could always count on Jacob to be there for me, even if I didn't deserve it.

Tears started coming. Jacob pulled away to wipe them away with his thumb gently.

"It's gonna be fine, Bells. He'll be fine." Jacob, like everybody else, misunderstood my sorrow.

I wasn't upset about Charlie, I knew he would be fine. I saw a new vision as soon as I intervened with this one. Charlie would live until he was crinkly.

I was upset because I messed with death. Charlie should have died. Dave shouldn't have.

Jacob picked me up like I was nothing and set me on his lap. I wanted to push him away before he got the wrong idea, but I didn't have the heart to. I needed him right now, and I'd pay for the consequences later.

Harry came over to where we were. He looked bewildered and tried to look at me, I avoid his eyes and hid my face into Jacob's warm jacket.

"What happened, Bella?" Harry asked.

I unwillingly had a flashback.

OOO

I couldn't lose Charlie. He was my everything right now. I jerked the door open and it slammed against the wall as I ran outside to the driveway screaming his name. I stopped dead when I saw his cruiser gone.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I cursed as I ran back inside for my keys. I found them quickly and slammed the front door behind me. I made it to my truck quickly and proceeded to pull out of the driveway without hesitation.

I drove as fast as my truck could go without shaking like it would fall apart.

At the same time as I was trying to devise a plan of action I was also trying to come up with an excuse encase this wasn't Charlie's death but simply a close call.

That excuse wouldn't be needed though. I pulled up in the Newton's store's parking lot and already saw Charlie's police cruiser along with another here. I jumped out of my vehicle and shut my door quietly.

I walked swiftly toward the store and saw Charlie confronting a man dressed in all black with a ski mask. The other cop - who I would later find out was Dave - was outside talking seriously into his walkie-talkie.

The burglar's body language was enough to the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge. He was stiff with tension, like at any moment he'd pull that damn gun from his back pocket and-

I took a deep breath and ran toward Dave who was on the walkie-talkie. He noticed me immediately and stopped talking. He walked toward me halting me.

"Ma'am? Ma'am! This is a crime scene. You can't come-," He must have noticed my face, I was avoiding his for that reason, "Bella? What the hell- Look, you can't go in there!" I tried to push past him, but he had a firm hold on me.

"I just need to see my dad!" I tried to break his grip. He wasn't letting up.

"Bella, you need to go home. Your father will be home shortly."

No, he wouldn't.

I broke the grip and heard a string of profanities along with footsteps behind me. I ran through the store right in front of the burglar along with Dave on my tail. That's when I heard the gunshot.

I turned to see Dave on the hardwood floor twitching and bleeding. I felt a scream building in my throat when I was grabbed roughly by my hair and pulled toward the back of the shop.

I started screaming and Dad ran after me. When Charlie caught up with my kidnapper, I was dropped and heard fighting. I pushed myself to the corner that was the furthest from the battle sounds.

Charlie was trying to reach his gun, but the burglar was skilled and knew exactly what my father was trying to do. My dad took more than enough blows while he tried to pin the man.

Finally, the burglar had enough and managed to shoot Charlie. Charlie collapsed onto the ground and I screamed ignoring the criminal and dropping to my father's side.

"Dad!" I examined him, his eyes were still open, but clearly tortured. It was his leg, that bastard shot my father in the leg. I looked up and around for the criminal, but he had already run away.

I heard sirens outside signaling the backup that was already too late. My dad passed out and I walked over to Dave who had stopped twitching, but still was bleeding. His eyes were still opened and I made the mistake of looking into them.

OOOO

I was running after me. I pumped my legs one after the other trying to reach . . . myself.

Got to stop the Bella. She's going to-

My own thoughts were cut off by feeling this sharp and horrible pain in my chest. I gasped at it and hit the floor.

Was I . . . just shot?

The pain slowly turned into numbness and my blood felt cold. I tried to look for help. Charlie. Myself. Anybody. Nobody was there.

Then all there was, was darkness.

OOOO

What the hell was that? Was I in his body?

That pain, those thoughts, the feelings. I shuddered and felt myself start to shake. My breathing hitched and came out like pants, and before I could calm myself down, I fainted.

OOO

"Bella?" I heard Billy. The confusion was evident in his voice, hell everybody was confused. I was the only one who knew it all, but I couldn't say anything. I just didn't know how to.

I was going to have to come up with a good story of why I came to the crime scene in the first place before I could start spouting off facts of the whole situation.

You see, I have visions of how people will die and have died. I saw my father die . . . I was trying to prevent that by somehow interfering with it and ended up killing Dave.

Yeah, that would go over smoothly.

Jacob rubbed my arm and I finally replied to Billy.

"I don't want to talk about it." My voice was very low. It sounded like a kid who just broke his mother's vase and didn't want to get caught. In many ways, that was just like this situation, just replace mother's vase with father's partner.

"Okay, okay. I'll just talk to the doctor," Billy said, his voice sounded calm, but I doubted that's how he really felt, "You take care, Bella." I felt Jacob place me back in the chair gently and gave me a hug to which I didn't respond to. They both left closing the door behind them.

After a couple of hours I pulled up a chair next to Charlie and looked at his old, but loving face. I felt overwhelmed with the love I had for him. I laid my head down on his bed and held his IV-ed hand.

I decided to confess everything to this unconscious Charlie. My eyes pricked with tears, but my voice stayed strong, yet low.

"I never stopped seeing the visions, Dad," I took a death breath, "I still see how people are going to die . . . and I saw how you were going to die."

His facial expression never changed and the only thing that did move was his chest while he took deep breaths.

"And you were going to die, but I couldn't let that happen. I was afraid I would lose more of my mind. You see, after Renee died . . . and you made me get institutionalized . . . I went insane . . . I still am. But! I think I'm ready to get help. Maybe I can stop Isabella- the voice, that's her name . . . that sounded really crazy didn't?" I winced, but still courageous. I continued, not letting anything stop me from confessing this all to Charlie.

"There's two voices actually . . . Bella and Isabella. Isabella is the bad one and Bella is the good one. I try to listen to Bella, but lately . . . Isabella has gotten the better of me." I re-crossed my ankles.

"That's why I nearly got into a fight at school . . . it's also why I get mad so fast . . . She's got some sort of control over me unless I take my prescription." I took another deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I hope you still love me, Dad. Even if I'm a freak." I kissed his hand and leaned back into my chair.

I felt oddly calm and relaxed, my secret was out and with my father . . . well sort of with my father. I heard a footstep and looked into the eyes of a beautiful woman.

The odd calm feeling disappeared completely. Her eyes were big and golden exactly like the Cullens, her posture straight, but tense.

"Who are you?" And how much do you know?

"I'm Mrs. Cullen, Carlisle, your doctor, is my husband."

No wonder she was so beautiful, all the Cullens were. Her caramel colored locks hung loosely to her shoulders and her clothes were simple, a pencil skirt with a blouse. She definitely looked like a mother figure.

I blew off that thought before it could damage me.

"And how long have you been standing there?" My voice broke and I set my eyes downcast.

"Long enough." She whispered.