A/n: err, I hate this chapter with a passion, but whatever. Its more of a filler than anything. I can't figure out how to get Alice to suggest such a thing without acting so out of character. And I'm far too lazy to sit here and rewrite everything. Argg. Whatever.

Um, so basically, I know everyone is expecting the God Bless Catastrophe sequel, but I'm quitting fanfiction after this story is over. I only started writing fanfics for some writing practice and its honestly gotten out of hand. Its starting to actually ruin my love for Twilight.

I'm going to have to agree with Keeley on this one; Twilight fanfiction is a total joke. Sorry kids. More than half the stories on here, okay scratch that, like 99 percent of the stories on here are a complete waste of time, have no creativity and are written so horribly I want to cringe. When this story is over I'll post the link to my fictionpress profile and you guys can start reading my original work if you like. I might even post some of the poems I got published.

Keeley says this chapters good, so i'm going to trust her on that one.

"You're not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence. Let me go, go on record. Be the first to say I'm sorry. Hear me out, And if you take me down Or would you lay me out And if the world needs something better Let's give them one more reason now, now, now…" – Skylines and Turnstiles, My Chemical Romance.

I only heard second hand what Edward and Alice talked about, but after hearing both sides of the story I decided that Alice still thought Edward was crazy. I wasn't going to tell him, of course, because I was fairly certain that he already knew what she thought. I still felt kind of bad for him though.

Even though his family was beginning to believe he was actually losing it, Edward didn't stop talking to me. That's pretty much what we did for days on end. And although he never truly got over his morbid fascination with apologizing to me, he was very good company to be around. It was nice to talk to someone again.

And I really was helping him. Edward was leaving his bedroom for longer and longer intervals now. He spoke to every member of the family, even engaged in activities with them. I would follow him around, even if he specifically told me to get lost for the time being, and watch him interact with the people he loved.

I had to admit, I was starting to get jealous. This family, these people, they were the most loving individuals I had ever seen in my life. I hated to admit this, and I was never going to utter it out loud, but if I were alive I would definitely want to be a part of this family. There was no doubt about it in my mind.

Edward was lying out on his couch, and I was sitting on the floor staring at him. He hadn't said a word for at least fifteen minutes. I was starting to get a little worried.

"Edward?" I raised an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Shh," he scolded. "I'm listening."

"To what? The silence?"

"No," he said. "Alice and Carlisle."

"What're they saying?"

He shrugged. "They're trying really hard to block me out of their heads. But I keep getting bits and pieces of the conversation. And they're being too quiet for me to hear."

"Well," I urged. "What pieces of the conversation are you getting?"

"I think they want to send me to a mental hospital."

"You're kidding right?" I laughed.

He shook his head. "I'm dead serious – no pun intended."

I rolled my eyes. "Want me to go spy for you?"

"Nah, that'd be mean."

"But maybe if I spied and then you told Alice word for word what she was saying, then she would believe that you can see me."

Edward frowned down at me. "You want everyone to know that I can see you?"

I shrugged. "I want people to think you're as sane as you actually are. I don't like that I make you seem crazy."

"That's sweet, but I really could care less."

"Liar," I said.

He raised an eyebrow but didn't give anything away that I was actually right. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you do care what they think. They're your family," I sighed. "Whatever, I'm going whether you like it or not."

"No you aren't," Edward jumped off the couch, ready to try and stop me from leaving the room.

"Yes I am. And don't come after me," I lifted myself off the ground and made my out of Edward's room and down the hall to Carlisle's office.

"Bella, please don't," he begged.

"Leaving…" I mumbled over my shoulder as I crossed the threshold into the office.

"…I'm worried about him," Alice said, probably not for the first time.

I smiled to myself and leaned against Carlisle's desk, in between the two vampires.

Carlisle sighed and shifted in his seat. "We're all worried about him, Alice. But that doesn't justify sending him away."

"Yes it does!" she argued. "He needs to get better and he can't do that if he thinks he's talking to Bella's ghost."

"I'm not saying that I believe him, but you can't tell me that you don't notice that he's better. I honestly haven't ever seen him this happy."

"It's the dementia! He's a schizophrenic vampire, I'm telling you."

"Alice, I don't think it's for you to judge your brother like that."

Alice sighed. "I know. And I feel horrible for doing it. But Edward needs help. He needs to come to terms with the fact that he did kill Bella, and she is gone."

"And what if this is his way of coming to terms with it?" Carlisle raised an eyebrow.

"You have a point there," she mumbled.

"Look, Alice, as much as I want to help Edward, and I know you want to too, we need to let him help himself with this one."

From the way that Edward described the conversation, I'd thought that Carlisle was ready to ship him away, too. But now that I was actually listening, I knew it was only Alice. This was so unlike her, too. I was really confused as to why she would be acting this way. I knew she wanted her brother to be okay, but I didn't know the actual lengths she would go to to 'help' him.

Carlisle sighed again. "We'll humor him for a little while longer and if it continues I'll speak with him."

Alice nodded solemnly and lifted herself from the chair she was sitting in. "I don't know how much longer I can sit back and watch my brother go insane."

"Leave him be Alice," Carlisle commanded as she walked out the door.

Edward was pacing his bedroom again. I was trying to tell him what happened yesterday when I listened in on Carlisle and Alice's conversation but he wouldn't listen to me. He was acting very childish about the whole situation, actually, and I was surprised that he wasn't sticking his fingers in his ears and going "LA LA LA" at the top of his lungs.

I think he was on the verge of doing that, though.

"You're being ridiculous. Its not like you were eavesdropping," I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want to hear it Bella," he sighed. "I don't care what you tell me. I'm not relaying it back to Alice."

"But she practically betrayed you!" I shouted.

"She's looking out for me. I would do the same if I were in her place."

I raised an eyebrow. "You'd ask your father to send your sister to a mental institution because she was talking to the ghost of the girl she killed in biology class?"

Edward turned and glared at me. "Well now you really do make me sound crazy."

"I still don't understand how Alice could even suggest such a thing," I observed. "In all the time I've known her, she doesn't seem like the type of person to do that."

"You don't know her."

"Fine," I corrected. "In all the time I've observed her. But still, this isn't like her at all."

"I know," he agreed. "It's very odd, I'll give you that."

"I still think you should tell her," I said.

Edward groaned. "Oh god, not this again."