Yes, this is all very sad,I nearly cried writing all of this... and Edward, well what can I say. Men! Vampires! Humph!

Still don't own Twilight, enjoy...

And so I did. When the blaring alarm went off I merely picked it up and threw it across the room causing it to shatter to little bits. I smiled after destroying the irritating thing. I couldn't get out of bed. So I didn't. It must have been sometime after school let out that I finally rose to use the bathroom.

I didn't eat or drink, just stared at my ceiling imagining patterns and phantasmagoric shapes playing upon it. I heard Charlie come in and go up the stairs.

"Why weren't you in school?" He questioned. I should have guessed he would know.

"I don't feel well." I said flatly. Surely I wasn't lying.

"What's wrong?" He looked concerned.

"Headache. Stomachache." Heartache, I wanted to say.

"Well, if it doesn't get better, you should see Dr. Cullen." He advised.

"Sure dad." I responded.

He nodded and went downstairs. I declined to eat dinner.

After four days of this, Charlie dragged me over to see Carlisle. When we entered his office he looked me over with worried eyes. I sat completely still as he ran tests. I answered flatly, my face, eyes, voice, dull and dead.

"Is it some kind of stomach flu doctor?" Charlie questioned concerned.

"No, I don't believe it is. She's exhausted, dehydrated, has very low blood sugar level, weak pulse. It appears as if she hasn't eaten or slept in days." His voice was smooth and calming as always, but I could tell he was alarmed.

"What? Well what can you do?" Charlie asked frustrated.

"We'll hook her up to an IV, give her some medication that will allow her to sleep." As Carlisle said the last word, I blacked out.

I don't know for how long I had been out. I woke as if emerging from underwater, fighting to breathe. I was blinded by white light. Talk about déjà vu. Sure enough I was hooked up to IV's and various monitors. This time, the room was vacant. I didn't have enough energy to actually look around, but I sensed its emptiness.

I lay awake, unable to move for what seemed like eternity. Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Carlisle.

"Feeling better?" He asked without looking up, reading his papers.

"Ugh." I grumbled. I hadn't noticed the headache and nausea until now.

"Take it easy now." He warned, but his voice was so smooth and calming. He looked at me with tranquil eyes and smiled softly. I couldn't help but return a pained grin.

"How long have I been out?"

"Well after you fainted, we gave you some sedatives so those caused you to sleep. I'd say about 11 hours." He looked back down at his paper work and came around to check the monitors.

"Your pulse seems to be back to normal. You're recovering nicely." He paused hesitating. "Bella, may I ask what happened here?" Though his voice remained soft, he was demanding an answer.

"I don't know" was my weak reply. Quite frankly, I really didn't. I was thoroughly lost. The situation seemed impalpable.

Carlisle nodded in understanding.

"Get some rest. You'll be able to return home soon. But please, Bella, take care of yourself. You have to eat, you have to drink, and you must sleep." He ordered.

"Alright." I couldn't tell him that none of those things were possible, that I was so emotionally and mentally exhausted that even breathing seemed like a chore.

"In other cases I would recommend a psychologist, but I think this may be a little different." He continued.

I laughed inwardly thinking of what I would tell a shrink. "Well you see doctor, my vampire boyfriend who I love and adore, even though he refuses to make me a vampire, has this old vampire girlfriend, actually fiancée…" I chuckled lightly at the thought.

As if reading my mind Carlisle smiled.

"Well, if you're trying to get me committed then I would think that would be a marvelous idea, Carlisle."

"Yes, I suppose."

"You don't think I'm that far gone do you?" I needed reassurance because I really didn't know.

"I think you'll be okay. Now, let me just give you some more medication. Sleep, Bella." He messed around with one of the IV's which delivered sweet sleep through a needle. I didn't notice the needles until then and groaned at the sight. I suppose there were worse things in life.