Chapter 3
Bella POV
I feel… empty. Alone. A part of me is telling me that this is where I'm going to stay forever. My parents disowned me, and I'll never see them again. I deserve this. I deserve to have my hair cut off; it was only another reminder of them anyways. Edward always saw my hair as one of my most beautiful features, and Alice loved to dress me up and do my hair. I deserve to be stuck in this white room with these white clothes, to never see colors again except for my skin and the food that is pushed through the lockable flap on the door. I deserve to never see the sky again. I deserve to never feel love again. I deserved to lose my family. I should have died when I jumped off that stupid cliff. Why did Jacob have to save me?
I feel like I'm losing myself, I thought as a tear slowly fell down my cheek. I'm giving up.
Carlisle POV
While everyone was packing the house up at an amazing speed, I decided that it was necessary to call my son, Edward.
Edward has been off in South America for a while now, never responding to Alice's or Esme's phonecalls. I myself decided that Edward needed the time to think and did not personally call him. I had a gut feeling that he would only answer my calls.
I dialed his number and my son answered on the third ring. There was silence on the other line.
"Edward? Son, are you there?"
"Carlisle," he replied in a monotone. I knew my son well, and I could tell simply by hearing his voice that he was not in a good state.
"Edward… It's Bella," I said, and I began to tell him everything from Alice's decision to see her future. I could tell that he was upset but I continued on until it was over. He was sobbing into the phone when I was finished.
"Edward. It's alright, son, but I need you to come home. Now," I said as sternly as I could without hurting his feelings further.
"Yes, sir," he answered softly and hung up. I called Alice to me and asked her if Edward was really coming home, and she said yes, that he was going to Forks and would meet us there.
I assisted my family with the remainder of the packing and after we loaded up the cars, we headed to Forks, our home.
Alice POV
I was in the passenger seat of my Porsche 911 Turbo with Jasper driving when it happened. I had a vision of Bella, this one more horrible than before.
I immediately took out my cell phone to call Carlisle, who was two cars in front of us. "Carlisle," I breathed the second he picked up.
"What is it, Alice?" he asked urgently.
"I just saw Bella… But it keeps changing. I don't know."
"Details, Alice."
"She is trying again, to kill herself. In the asylum."
"The authorities won't allow it. There are cameras in those rooms."
"I know," I cried. "That's the second part of the horror. Let me continue." I took a breath. "Carlisle, she hasn't made the decision yet, but she is either going to try to strangle herself with her shirt, or hold her breath and try to suffocate. She has truly lost the will to live, Carlisle!" I began to hyperventilate before I felt a sense of calm fill the car and clear my mind. "Once the authorities see her doing this, they are going to confine her in a chair. Carlisle." My stress broke through the calm. "Carlisle! What if they… They…"
He knew what I was trying to say. The whole family knew that when I was in the asylum in the 1920s, it was the shock treatments.
"They wouldn't do that today, Alice," he said, though slightly hesitant. After a slight pause, he continued, "Don't worry. We'll be there soon. And Edward will be there. It's all going to be okay, Alice."
"Thanks, Carlisle."
"Now relax, sweetie. We'll be there shortly." And he hung up.
I just hoped that we would be able to save her once we arrived.