[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] Today's update is dedicated to my wonderful, amazing and loving girlfriend. Without her this story wouldn't exist. Thank you for being in my life. I love you.

10

My parents reaction to my new haircut wasn't quite as enthusiastic as my own had been. Mother grabbed the short strands of my hair and sighed. "All your beautiful hair is gone. Mrs. Cullen shouldn't have cut it this short. What was she thinking?"

I smiled. Inside I felt such incredible happiness. Isabella had kissed me. She found a liking in me. It was so exciting to have someone special in my life now.

At least father didn't get angry at me for cutting it off without asking his permission to do so first. I loved my hair and no matter what he would say, it wouldn't change my opinion. "Next time, you'll ask." He made a comment about me looking more grown-up and that was it. Then, he informed me that Dr. Smith was going to come here tomorrow after lunch to take a look at me. I couldn't stand that weird, moustache wearer in the slightest bit. He treated me like I was sick and had to be kept away from the rest of society. Being locked inside a cell in that dreadful asylum seemed scarier to me than death itself.

"I don't feel it's necessary to see him." I told Father, sinking down on the plushy cushions of the couch. "I am much better today."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Last night you weren't well. You scared the hell out of your poor mother." He pushed his monocle higher. "Dr. Smith needs at least give us new medication for you. One that allows you to sleep through the night."

I cringed. I needed to try harder to hide my panic attacks. It was so difficult. I was scared. When the visions came, they brought the fears with them. The monster would come for me whether I was screaming for help or not. Frightening my family was wrong. For too long I tried to make them believe me. They wouldn't. All it had done was lead them to think I was crazy. Dr. Smith had suggested to them to send me to the asylum. I knew I wasn't crazy. The monster wasn't something I had made up in my head. It was real. It was real, and I knew it was watching me from a distance now.

"Dinner is ready to be served." Julianna called from the dining room. Again, I had spent the entire day without eating since breakfast. Isabella had offered me some coffee with way too much sugar in it but hadn't had anything herself. She had apologized to me for not having had time to bake any cookies to go with it. I didn't feel hungry when I was around her. It was like my whole stomach was filled up with butterflies. When I touched my lips, it was almost as if I could still feel the touch of her smooth mouth.

"This looks delicious." Father said, unfolding his napkin to tuck it into his shirt to keep his silk tie from getting spilled. "Nothing can beat a juicy steak."

I cut into the piece of meat on my plate. It was cooked rare. My stomach churned. Blood reddened the white porcelain plate. Inside my head the visions began to pulse. My head spun. I was getting nauseous. The vision was so real. I could smell the blood. I could feel the monster's sharp teeth on my wrist. Like always it was followed by a painful sucking sensation. The monster was going to drain me dry.

"No," I cried out. "Let me go. You are killing me!"

My voice cracked. Cutlery and plates shattered as I pulled them from the table. I was shaking from head to feet. My chest felt too tight. I couldn't breathe. "Why do you want my blood?" I sobbed. "You are killing me!"

Father grabbed my shoulders. He started shaking me, but I couldn't manage to calm down. I was so afraid. I thought I was prepared for death to come after me. Now, I was more frightened than ever before. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I wanted to live by Isabella's side.

"Calm down, child." My mother was crying next to me now. "Oh my god, what are we going to do with you?"

I could feel my jaw being pressed down and my nose being held so I would have to open my mouth in order to be able to breathe. A few bitter drops were trickled on my tongue. Only moments later, numbness spread through me. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was like I couldn't control them anymore.

Father carried me up the stairs to my room. I could feel him tying my wrists to the bedframe. He was crying. Then, there was only darkness and silence around me.

It was before dawn when I awoke again. My head was throbbing. I barely managed to turn my body to the side before my stomach revolted and emptied all over the carpet around my bed. I felt awful and weak.

In my head, I could see my parents talking to this hideous Dr. Smith. Then, I pictured him, pushing a needle into my upper arm while he has a sickish grin on his face.

My stomach heaved again.

Julianna came to clean up the mess and bring me water to wash and rinse my mouth. I was forbidden to leave my bed. Through my opened window I could see the sun. It was a going to be a beautiful day. Not for me though, this much was obvious. I wanted so badly to call Isabella and hear her voice but the telephone was downstairs, and I couldn't risk going down and making mother and Julianna mad at me.

I missed Isabella.

I wondered how much she was going to miss me when I would die. It would hurt her but there wasn't anything I could do. The monster wouldn't care whether someone would miss me or not.