Isabella

"Oh my god, baby!"

I hear a screech from down the hall. A moment later, Renee and Charlie rush into the room. My mother looked as if she had just walked out of a tanning salon. Her skin was almost orange and her nails were painted hot pink.

A nurse chases after them, trying to catch their attention. "Sir, Ma'am, excuse me! Only three people are allowed in the room!"

My mother turns around to the flustered nurse. "This is my daughter! She needs everyone with her right now! She could have died!"

I roll my eyes as I watch her start to cry. She collapses against Charlie and he just awkwardly patted her back. Carlisle gets up from his chair to allow my mother to sit down.

"I think that we can make an exception this one time." Carlisle says to the woman.

He as well as everybody else is exhausted and knows at this point, it's not worth it to argue with Rennee. The woman agrees with Carlisle, leaving the room with a sigh.

"Thank you for staying with her. I wanted to get here sooner but I was overloaded at the station." Charlie says to Carlisle and Esme.

"Of course. We'd do anything for her." says Esme. "We just want to apologize for what happened. It was never our attention to hit her. The rain was so bad and we didn't have any time to react."

"It's alright," Charlie pats Carlisle on the back. "It was a mistake, everyone makes them. No charges will be pressed."
Renee sobs harder, looking at my leg in a cast. Mascara runs down her face and her body shakes. Drama queen, much?

"Where were you?"

"I'm so-"

"Don't you dare say that you were sorry!" anger fills my body. "It's not that hard to pick up your phone!"

"Isabella!" Charlie's voice booms throughout the room.

I yank my hand away from hers and bite on my lip, drawing blood. Don't cry. Don't cry. My chest heaves up and down as I grit my teeth together.

"I'm sorry if I don't always have my phone on. You are lucky that at least Carlisle and Esme were here to watch you."

"Lucky. That's one thing to call it." I mumble below my breathe.

Charlie presses his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, trying not to lash out at me. "Has the doctor come yet?"

"Yes, he came about twenty minutes ago. All she has is a broken femur and concussion. The doctor wanted to release her in a few days… however, I don't think that it would be wise."

"Why?"

Don't tell them. I stared at Carlisle with pleading eyes, begging him not to do this to me. Don't betray my trust. My pleas go unanswered.

"Are you aware that your daughter has been having suicidal ideation?"

The room is thick with tension. My parents are speechless, neither saying a word. Finally, after a few moments, my mom laughs. We all stare at her incredulously. Giggles escaped her lips and tears were welling in her eyes.

"Very funny, Carlisle. My daughter is not suicidal. I would know if she were." her voice raises an octave. "What the hell were you doing on that road, Isabella?"

She grabs my hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter. She didn't want to believe that I was messed up. She wanted us to be the perfect family and have a perfect life and I was ruining her dream.

"Bella purposefully stepped into the road. She knew full well what she was doing."

"Wha-" my dad gasps. "There has to be some misunderstanding. Isabella, tell them that this is a misunderstanding!"

Charlie paces back and forth, mumbling under his breath. His eyes lock on my leg and the cuts on my face. I want to tell him that I just happened to cross the street when a car came. I want to tell him that it was all an accident. I want to tell him not to worry and I'll be fine. But it's all a lie and he knows it. My parents know that I'm not well and that I haven't been for a while.

"What can we do, Carlisle? Tell us what we can do to help her." he says desperately.

Carlisle sighs. "I recommend a 72-hour evaluation hold at Forks psychiatric hospital. Her past behavior the past year has indicated that she needs help immediately. I'm afraid of what else she will do if we release her. She's a danger to herself."
"My daughter isn't crazy!" Renee tried to argue. "We can watch her at home. We can't keep her safe. Isn't that right, honey? Wouldn't you rather be at home?"

I nod my head, trying to convince Carlisle, I didn't need to be locked up. I wasn't a child that they could order around. I had rights! This had to be illegal.

"It's not safe at your home with a gun. A hospital would be the best place for her to stay right now. None of us want to do this but it's for your own safety."

"No! N-no! You can't do this to me!" my voice was raw with anger and desperation. I'd do anything not to be committed. I just wanted to have a normal life. Was that so hard to ask for?

"Honey, hush. You're getting worked up." Esme soothed me like a child. "I know that you don't like this but you need help."

"Yo-you, can't do this to me." my voice breaks. They were taking everything away from me. First my voice now my freedom. I had nothing left.

"Are you willing to talk to us? Just tell why you've been hurting so much and we can help you so much more. You must be in pain." Esme's hands trembled.

I don't say anything. Even if I were to tell them. Jacob would know. He'd come and find me and he'd hurt me over and over and over until I was dead. It was better this way.

"That's what I thought." Carlisle breathed. "This will all be easier if you give parental consent. I don't want to have to go through the court system to have her committed."

"I refuse to sign any papers! I'm not going to let you lock my daughter up like a criminal!" Renee screamed.

"I only need one parent. Charlie?" he looks at my dad.

"I give consent. I'll sign anything." he sighs.

"Dad-!"

"Charles! How could you do this to your own daughter? Do you care about her at all?" My mom stalks toward Charlie.

"That is why I'm doing this! Our daughter needs help and we aren't properly equipped to deal with it. If you would ever come out of your own little world, you'd see that Bella is struggling!"

Renee scoffs. "Well maybe if you didn't spend all your time with Sue Clearwater, we could actually focus on our children!"

Charlie's face blushes a bright red. Her hands clench into fists and he's looking everywhere but at me. "This is not the time or place to talk about that, Renee."

"Oh-"

"Charlie is right!" Esme steps between the two of them. "Right now, we are focused on your daughter who is in an incredible amount of pain and your arguing is not helping the situation."

My mom's body radiates anger. She was always jealous of Esme. She had everything that we didn't. The one thing she hated more than being talked down to was being embarrassed.

"If you think that you know so much about my daughter then go ahead and take care of her. I'm not going to stick around and watch you destroy our family!" The sound of her high heels click as she stomps out of the room with Charlie hot on her heels.

My chest heaves up and down. It feels like I'm being dragged down deeper and deeper into the water. Everyone has abandoned me. My own mom hates me and my father is so urgent to get rid of me. Everything was falling apart and it was my fault.

"Don't listen to your mom, sweetheart." Esme's voice is soft. "You are worth so much to us and we love you. We'll stay with you as long as we can. We are not leaving you."

"You're having me committed. You're locking me up with all the crazy people. You're leaving me." I feel numb. They can deny it all they want but the truth is that they just didn't want to deal with me. Nobody did.

"It's just for three days, dear. We will see what happens after." she replies. "You don't have to go back to your parents. We can talk to our lawyer and try to figure something out for you."

I nod my head, not believing a word that she is saying. They were locking me up for good. I was never being released.

"The psychologist is on her way as we speak. She will do a full assessment and based on what she concludes, you will be moved to the psychiatric wing."

I don't respond. I just stare at the ceiling, wondering, what has my life come too? How did it get this bad?

"Trust me, Bella this is the last thing I want to do. I know that you don't understand now but we are doing this to help you. We love you."

You don't treat people you love this way. You don't send them away to rot. They didn't love me. They were just trying to hurt me.

"Are you sure that you don't want to see Emmett? It might be the last time you'll get to talk to him for a while."

I shake my head back and forth. I have nothing to say to him.

A woman walks in a few moments later. She has curly brown hair and green eyes. I glance up at her in disdain, wondering why she even bothers questioning me. Why not just lock me up?

"Hello, Isabella." her voice is soft with a slight Irish accent. "My name is Maggie O'Connell, I'm a psychologist, here at Forks Hospital. I was hoping to talk to you if that's okay?"

I roll my eyes and say with annoyance. "Don't I not have a choice?"

In a calm voice, the woman responds. "Of course you have a choice, Isabella. It's up to you if you want to cooperate with us or we can do this the hard way."

"This is going to end up with me in the loony bin either way. You don't give a shit about what I want." I want to smack her in the face. She is the most condescending woman I've ever met.

"I'd like to ask Dr. Cullen and Mrs. Cullen to step into the hallway to give us some privacy. Is that okay with you?" she sighs, completely ignoring the retort.

"Whatever." I clenched my jaw. "Do whatever the fuck you want."

Carlisle and Esme left the room silently but not before giving me a look. A look that says, behave.

She clears her throat trying to cover the awkward silence. "Everything you say will stay confidential unless I believe that you are a threat to yourself or others. Do you understand?"

I hmph in response.

"Now that we are alone, I'd just like to get to know you a bit. Learn about your everyday life."

"Okayyy…"

"Do you have any favorite subjects in school?"

"I guess… English." I shrug my shoulders.

"What are your favorite books?" she smiles.

I mumble. "I don't know. I like everything."

She writes everything I'm saying down on the clipboard. She's probably going to show it to the other doctors so they can analyze me like I'm some science experiment.

"Would you major in English in college? You're going to be a junior next year. Have you thought about your future at all?"

I paused, not knowing how to respond. "No-not really. I'm not so sure about college anymore."

"Why not?" she cocks her head.

"I'm failing all of my classes. By the time I get my grades up, it'll be too late. No college would ever accept me."
"Well, you won't know if you don't try." her voice is sympathetic.

"I don't want to try because I've got nothing left." my hands clenched into fists. I clutched the blankets in my hand. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"How long have you been feeling this way?" she asks.

I shrug my shoulders. "I dunno. A couple of years."

"What happened two years ago? Did you have a fight with a friend? Were you being bullied? High school can be a hard time for a lot of people."

"Nothing happened." my voice wavers. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, people. Just because I'm feeling a little depressed doesn't mean something happened to me."

The woman is quiet. The only sound in the room is the noise of the pen writing on the paper. "If you were given the chance would you try to commit suicide again?"

I don't respond and that's response enough for her. It's pointless to lie at this point. There is too much damning evidence against me.

"I'd like to invite Dr. Cullen and his wife back into the room. Are you alright with that?"

I nod my head. She gets up to go to the door but not before I stop her. "Wa-wait. Are you going to tell them what I said?"

"You are very sick, Isabella. It's in your best professional interest that they be aware of how you are feeling. I know that this is not the answer you would like to here but you need help."

I gulp and look away from her. Tears were welling up in my eyes again and it feels like I'm drowning all over again. Carlisle and Esme walk back into the room; worry was etched across their faces.

"Thank you for your patience, Dr. Cullen, Mrs. Cullen." she says. "After speaking to Isabella, I believe that the best option right now is to place her under a 72-hour evaluation in the psychiatric unit. I am very troubled with what I've learned and it's in everyone's best interest that this happens."

"When would she have to go?" Esme said quietly.

"Today. A bed opened up a few hours ago and we will be able to admit her within the next hour." she said, looking down at the clipboard. She turns to me and says, "A nurse will come in soon to escort you. Until then, you all can wait here. Do you have any questions?"

"Can we visit during the three days?" Esme.

"Yes, you may. Just call ahead a time and check the visitation periods." Dr. O'Connell says. She purses her lips, looking at me with pity. She doesn't understand me. Nobody does. I'll always just the crazy girl in their eyes. The girl who tried to off herself. "Try to rest now, Isabella. I know that this hard and scary but you have a whole group of people are supporting you. Nobody wants to see you suffer."

She exits the room, leaving me in shock. This was really happening. I was about to be carted off to the loony bin and Carlisle and Esme weren't doing anything to stop it. Everything that I had feared was coming true. I truly was the psycho. I was the crazy psycho bitch that everyone should be afraid of. Normal people aren't forcibly committed to psychiatric hospitals.

"Did my parents leave?" I finally speak.

"Yes. I'm not sure if they will be back." Carlisle sighs.

They won't. I'm sure of it.

"But we will stay with you and visit you as much as we can. We won't leave you alone." he tries to reassure me.

He was the one that started this whole thing. It is Carlisle's fault that I'm being sent away in the first place. I can't believe that he had the audacity to stand there and act sorry for me. He had the authority to stop this from happening yet he did nothing. He didn't get to feel sorry.

Esme and Carlisle went with me and the orderly up to the third floor: the psychiatric unit. We stopped at the metal sliding doors as they mocked me. I could go in but I may never come out. They could keep me captive forever if they truly thought that I was a psycho.

I was pushed in the wheelchair while Carlisle and Esme walked on both sides of me. I'd be stuck in the chair for a while. I couldn't walk for three to six months because of my damn femur. It was my own little prison.

"This is it," Esme softly said. She placed a kiss on my head, smoothing my hair out. She squats in front of me, tearing my attention away from the doors. "We will try to come tomorrow, sweetie. I know that this is not the most ideal situation but you don't have to suffer. The doctors can help you if you let them."

I nod my head, knowing that if I speak then I'll just start crying. That was the last thing that needed to happen right now.

"I'm sorry but it's time for us to go now." the orderly said.

Esme pushes herself up and sadly smiles. Carlisle places his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "Please just listen to the doctors. The more you resist the less pleasant this will be for you."

"Whatever you say, doc." I mutter.

Carlisle sighs saying nothing further. The orderly wheeled me away and I turn my head to see Esme has left. Carlisle just stands there watching me go and gives a last wave goodbye. I don't respond back. The doors slam shut behind us and we head forward.

The walls were plain white and doors lined the hallway. We turn left at the end of the hall and come out to the nurse's intake desk. A few nurses smiled as we passed and handed the orderly some papers.

She takes them and pushes me into a room right in view of the nurses' station. Only a thin sheet covers the entry way and the orderly hands me purple scrubs, slippers, and fuzzy socks. "When you are done changing, come out and give me your shoes. You may also keep your bra on if there is no underwiring, otherwise, you are to hand it to me. I'll be waiting right outside."

She doesn't even wait for a response. She doesn't even offer me help. She just stands guard outside the room, making sure I'm not going to try to off myself again. I change into the scrubs, not without challenge, and pull on the warm sock onto my one good foot.

"Are you done, Isabella?" she asks from outside.

"Yes." I grumble.

She comes in, takes my shoes and hands my items to the nurses behind the desk. We head down the hall to a closed door and enter the room. The walls were white like the rest of the hospital. Two beds sat opposite each other and there was a window. There was a window, shelf, and lamp. That was about it.

I didn't want a fucking roommate. I didn't want to interact with any. She could be a fucking lunatic for all I knew.

"This is your room as you can see. You do have a roommate but everyone is at dinner right now so you'll meet her later."

I don't respond. She sighs before pulling me down the hall and we enter another room. It looks like a common room. A TV hangs from the wall and there are couches and chairs. "This is where you will have recreational time and group therapy, every day."

"Group therapy?" I scoff. "Hell no. I'm not going to talk about my feelings to a bunch of strangers."

Disappointed, she says, "that is your call, Isabella. But the only way you are getting out of here is with cooperation and if the doctors see real improvement within the next three days."

That shut me up. But no way was I going to reveal my deepest darkest feelings to a bunch of weirdos who already had their own messed up lives.

The lady tells me the schedule for every day and I can already feel the anger rising within me. This place was a freaking prison. I had no rights to privacy as I was officially on suicide watch. I couldn't be left alone even to shower. It was fucking humiliating. The schedule was:

7:00 am: Wake up call. A nurse wakes you up. They make sure you shower, get dressed, make your bed, brushes your teeth and gives the prescribed medicine.

7:30 am: Breakfast time. You eat bland hospital food in the cafeteria while nurses monitor your eating habits, making sure that you're not intentionally starving yourself.

8:30 am: Group therapy. You talk to the therapist and listen to all of the other patients cry about their own personal problems. You're given an assignment for the day to complete and you are to write about it in your journal.

9:00 am: "School." At least four hours of school is mandatory for minors. It's set up in an empty conference room where they pile as much information as they can on you and expect you to memorize it all.

11:00 am: Lunchtime. You're to eat more of the bland hospital food and try to make friends with your other "classmates."

11:30 am: Back to class for another hour and a half.

1:00 pm: You go to meet with your psychiatrist and have a one-on-one appointment. You talk about your feelings and he prescribes you more of whatever mind-numbing medication deemed necessary.

1:30 pm: Recreational time. We can play games, sleep, watch TV, talk with others in the common room.

2: 30 pm: Physical activity. Those with the green wrist bands can go outside to the field with orderlies and nurses. Those with the red wrist bands (me) are to stay inside and be closely monitored (apparently we are the most at risk patients).

3:20 pm: Write in the journal, reflecting about the day or attend another group therapy session.

4:00 pm: Visiting hours.

5:00 pm: Dinner time. Another round of being forced to eat the blandest most mysterious food ever made.

6:00 pm: Vitals are taken.

7:00 pm: Evening group therapy. Reflect on our daily assignments and see if our goals were met. You can earn points for positive behavior or lose them for backtracking in your progress. Each point gets you closer to freedom.

7:30 pm: You hang out in the common room doing anything you can to forgot where you currently are. You try to make the situation as normal as possible but your mind still drifts to the outside world.

9:00 pm: Nightly meds. You take the sleeping pills like candy, knowing that it'll knock you out and make you forget about your craziness.

10:00 pm: Return to your room for the night. Your assigned orderly makes sure that there is nothing that can hurt you within reach and that you are physically and mentally stable before leaving you for the night.

11:00 pm: Lights out. It all repeats for the next three days. If I'm found sane, I can be released. If not, then I'm stuck in this hell for longer.

"Everyone is at dinner at the moment. It's almost over but I'm sure that you can pick up a few scraps." she says.

I don't respond.

"Since today is your first day, I'll give you a break and allow you to rest in your room for the day. Does that sound fair?" her voice increases with annoyance.

"Yep." I pop the p.

We go by a few stragglers in the hallway walking with nurses. A boy has cuts up and down his arm. He looks like a dead man walking. Another girl is as thin as a stick with sunken cheeks and platinum blonde hair. They stare at me curiously as I stare back, horrified. What had happened to them?

We round the corner and enter the cafeteria. Chicken, rice, and broccoli are being served for dinner. My stomach rumbles in hunger but I push the feeling away. I couldn't' eat. The thought of food made me sick to my stomach. I already had my portion for the day.

"Your chart says that you are severely underweight." the orderly said, noticing me eye the food. "It's not an option not to eat here. You've got to get back on the right track."
"I'm not hungry." I state. "I don't want to eat."

"Well, you are going to have to. We'll start you off with bland foods and increase your diet from there. Your stomach is going to need to get used to heavier foods again."

I roll my eyes, knowing that she can't tell me what to do. Only I was in charge of myself and If I didn't want to eat then I wasn't going to eat. She had to get that through her thick skull. Nobody could order me to do anything and I was going to show her. I can't be controlled.

Author's Note:

Hi y'all! Thank y'all for reading and reviewing! It really means so much to me! It was brought to my attention through the reviews that I did make a mistake when saying Emmett's, Edward's, Jasper's, Rosalie's, and Alice's ages. They are supposed to be two years older than Bella, not three. I am going to go back and fix some errors. Thank all y'all so much!