[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 reader SelinaShadow

19

Two nurses came to wash my face with water. I was fed a bowl of oatmeal that tasted like saw dust. Then, one of them pulled out two pills. She held them up and when I shook my head, the other nurse forced my jaw to open. When her co-worker tried to make me swallow the medication, I bit her hand. She screamed. A bucket of icy water was emptied on my face, unexpectedly knocking the breath out of me.

"This one is a crazy bitch." The older one of the nurses pulled on my hair. I cried out in pain, and she instantly used the moment my mouth opened to put the medication on my tongue. My nose was held together. I had no choice but swallow the pill inside my mouth. It took only a minute for it to make me nauseous. My sore stomach protested. Most of its content landed on the grey uniform of the nurses.

I felt another gush of nausea wash over me. The cuff on my arm was opened, and I was dragged into a shower cabin. Both of them held me in a vice grip while water was poured over my head. My teeth chattered.

Finally, they turned off the water. I was stripped naked as the day I was born. They gave me an off-white dress that wasn't long enough to cover my knees. I was cold. But the fear was worse. It was happening. My parents had me admitted into a mental asylum.

A man in a doctor's lab coat entered my room. It was little more than a hole, a smelly hole, in which I felt like I couldn't think clearly anymore. That was important though. I needed to figure out how to get out of here soon. If I could only get to a telephone and call Isabella! She would surely come and get me out of this dreadful place.

He grinned and pulled a tissue out of his pocket to wipe his bald forehead. "Miss Brandon, how are you doing today?" He tugged on the tie around his neck. "My name is Dr. Miller. I am the director of this hospital and here to help you."

I swallowed back the acid in my mouth. Hospital? This was an asylum for lunatics. My knuckles hurt. The awful nurses hadn't cuffed me back to the pallet again before they left my room. They had switched off the light though. The darkness was horrible. I had tried to stay calm. But after a few minutes, I had started to scream at the top of my lungs and hammered my hands against the walls.

"Miss Brandon?" the doctor asked again. "Or would you prefer it, if I called you Mary Alice?"

I sat up straight against the brick wall behind me and pulled my knees against my chest. "I would prefer it if you'd just let me go. I don't belong in here. I am not crazy in the slightest."

He stepped closer. His fingers were tacky with sweat when he petted my head. I shrugged back. "Don't touch me."

A low chuckle left the mouth under his moustache. He raised his hands and leaned back against the wooden table behind him. "There is no reason to be agitated. We are only here to help you."

He grabbed my arm and looked at the bruise around my wrist. It was beginning to turn into an ugly yellowish color. "I am sorry, if you've not been treated friendly by our staff. Some of them are new."

I shrugged my shoulders. I felt bad for biting the nurse. The poor woman had only been doing her job, hadn't she? The bruise was a reminder of my night with Isabella. At least, I had learned what it meant to be loved. Would the monster come soon now to get me? The waiting was going to drive me insane.

"I don't belong here." I told the doctor again. "I am not crazy."

He made a smacking noise with his tongue. "Dr. Smith seems to think differently. So do your parents."

I grabbed the doctor's shoulders. "Please, I am not crazy. I swear. I am not crazy. I do see things."

He laughed. I was starting to feel dizzy again from the lack of fresh oxygen in this room. "You claim to see monsters, don't you? Mary Alice, dear child, they are not real." He knocked against the side of my head. "The monsters exist only in here."

Lights flashed inside my head. The vision was too fast for my tired mind to keep up with it. There was blood. I felt myself being pushed down flat on the pallet. Some rough cloth was pushed between my lips to suffocate my cries. How could the doctor claim this wasn't real? All my visions became real!

"Please," I cried, shaking my head rapidly. "You have to believe me. All of them are real. It is coming for me. I know, it is coming for me."

Something sharp pinched my arm. It was followed by a strange, numbing sensation.

"That's a good girl." The doctor whispered. I could feel him running his thumb over my cheek before he walked out.

I tried to fight sleep, but it was so hard. It was too hard. I tugged the thin woven blanket over my trembling body and fell asleep before my head hit the scratchy pillow.

This time I awoke in darkness. I got up to turn on the petroleum lamp again. I couldn't endure the dark. It was too frightening. "Ouch!" I cried out when a glass shard cut my finger. The lamp was broken. My finger throbbed. I wanted to put it into my mouth to blow over the wound and clean it with my spit.

An iron grip around my wrist stopped me though. The man groaned, licking the blood from my fingertips. "What deliciousness. Something like this is it worth waiting for."