Author's Note: Hi.


Previously:

My sudden epiphany make my eyes snap open in shock. I wasn't in the hospital. I thought as I looked at the wall covered with CDs and the black couch sitting against the wall. I was in the Cullens' home.

Now:

After the shock of realizing that I was in the Cullens' home, inside Edward's room, I went to sleep for a few hours. How much sleep can you get when you're in the house of the people that caused your depression? My eyes opened and I look out of the window that took up one whole side of the wall. It was pitch black outside, bringing me to the conclusion that it was at least midnight. I also noticed that I was now in the guest room. I got off the queen-sized bed and walked towards the door. Hanging on a hanger was an all-black nightgown that looked like it came to just above my knees. I glared at the gown before grabbing the card that was clipped onto it. It was plain but had Bella written on the top in feminine and elegant script. I opened it and read the letter inside.

Bella,

I know that you aren't exactly in a safe state of mind right now but here is something for you to wear around the house. Your toiletries are in the bathroom for you to take a shower. We all went hunting and I would've stayed with you but Jasper demanded that I hunt. He's always so protective and worried about me. Anyways, I saw you waking up at 12:08 am and I also saw that you wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for at least four more hours. So don't try. There's food in the pantry and refrigerator (I didn't know what you liked, so I just got some of everything.) and your books are in the living room on the table. If you want to watch TV, the remotes are in the cabinet next to it. They are labeled for your convenience. We'll be back around six so that you won't be alone for too long.

Love,

Alice

I reached over and put the note on the nightstand before grabbing the nightgown and going into the bathroom. I quickly stripped myself of all clothing and stepped into the shower. I turned the water onto an almost painful degree but I needed to wash away all of my pain. It was as if it had multiplied since I had arrived here. Everything reminded me of him. There were constant memories of our failed love around me and I felt like I was suffocating in my own agony. I stepped out of the hot shower, shivering as the midnight breeze hit my still wet form. I looked at the mirror and was surprised that I didn't look that bad. My brown eyes had shown no signs of life but I had no scars or bruises. I guess my blood transplant made me look not as pale as before. My mahogany hair had grown since the last time that I paid any attention to it. I felt it on the small of my back but it was wet and tangled. I put on the black undergarments that Alice had left for me and then put the gown over it. It came to just above my knees as predicted. I quickly brushed my teeth and moisturized my body. Walking into the room, I grabbed the brush from on the nightstand and sat on the bed. I grabbed small sections of hair and brushed through the knots in them. When I was finished, my hair cascaded down my back, stopping where my belt should be. I never meant to let it grow this long. The shampoo and conditioner that Alice bought worked wonders on my hair because it was shiny, straight and full of life. Unlike myself. I went around the room, searching for a pair of scissors to shorten my hair. When I finally found a pair in one of the desk draws, I looked at the moonlight that glimmered on the blades. Turning them in my hand, I slowly wondered if I had finally gone psychotic. Maybe.

I separated the blades and brought one of them onto my left wrist. This could be it. This could be my escape. Placing the blade on my vein or artery, I regretted not listening in Biology class. I didn't know which was red and which was blue. Does it really matter? A voice asked me. No. No it doesn't. Just as I was about to break skin, someone dashed into the room and snatched the scissors right out of my hands. I looked up to see a furious Edward looking directly at me. The moonlight bounced off of his bronze hair. He really was beautiful.

"Bella…why?" I could hear the pain in his voice but I couldn't care at that moment.

"Because I hurt, Edward. It hurts." I started crying and backing away from him. When I reached the wall, I slid down onto the floor and wrapped my arms around my knees. Somehow, he knew I wasn't talking about physical pain. He took a step towards me but I immediately began to panic and scooted into the corner as if I would blend in with the darkness. Tucking my head into my forearms, I cried like an infant. When Edward touched my arm, I flinched and scooted impossibly closer to the corner without lifting my head.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. Love, please stop crying." Edward said into my ear but I just couldn't stop crying and I didn't even know why I was crying in the first place. I felt a gush of wind and Edward's voice disappeared. I immediately knew that he'd left the room. I finally crawled out of the corner after about twenty more minutes of weeping and sat at the vanity. It was mahogany colored, just like everything else in the room. Looking into the mirror, I decided not to do this anymore. Not to let them ruin my already pathetic life. I grabbed the brush from the desk and went back to brushing my unusually long hair. I was going to take care of myself. If not for me, then for my future husband. I was not going to lose hope. Not yet.

After finally going through all of the sections of my waist-length hair, I tossed it over my shoulder. I grabbed a disinfectant wipe from the box and lightly wiped at my face. All this time, I never looked away from the mirror. The shadows casted around my eyes and my lips dry from my breakdown. I picked up the light makeup and evenly spread the foundation around my eyes. Not enough to be noticeable, but just enough to lighten the bruises under them. After that, I put on the lip chap that was unscented. Once again, not noticeably but just enough that my lips didn't look like the desert. Once I was done, the girl in the mirror was finally presentable.

Walking out of my room, I went downstairs towards the living room where I heard soft whispers but they immediately stopped when I walked into the living area barefoot and wearing only the black nightgown. My steps were light and I was surprised that they were somewhat graceful and careful but not nearly as poised as Alice's. They all stared at me and I continued my journey to the cocktail table. After grabbing Wuthering Heights, my all-time favorite book, I sat on the couch with my legs tucked under my body and began reading.

Chapter One

1801. - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name. 'Mr. Heathcliff?' I said.

"Ummm…Bella?" Carlisle interrupted me.

"Yes?" I responded, never taking my eyes away from the book.

"We need to talk." He said. I sighed and put the book back to the table. I should've expected this conversation to happen sooner or later.

"About what?" I asked.

"You." I sighed again and looked up at his family that was standing right in front of me. I reminded myself to stay strong and confident.

"Okay…talk." I folded my legs underneath me and put my hands in my lap, looking Carlisle straight in the eyes. There's nothing that he could say to hurt me more than they already have.

"Bella, you're…mentally ill. After the police investigation and it was proved that you tried to kill yourself, you were committed to a mental hospital once you were released from my care." He explained. I felt my eyes go wide with shock. They were sending me to a CRAZY HOUSE?

"Now, Bella, you don't have to go if—" Carlisle tried to give me options but in all actuality, I was out of them.

"No. It's fine. When do I get transferred?" I asked in a rush. They all looked at me like I actually was crazy.

"You do understand that you don't have to go, don't you?" Esme informed me, speaking as if to an infant.

"Yes. Where else will I go? How can I face Charlie after all of the pain that I've put him through?" I asked, finally reminding myself that Charlie was involved in this as well.

"You could always stay here. We have enough…" Alice stopped speaking altogether as I gave her my stop-making-reasonable-suggestions look.

"You know as well as I do that I don't belong here. I never have and I never will." I calmly stated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward frown. Isn't he the one that caused all of this anyway?

"We could drop you off first thing in the morning." Carlisle said and Edward looked at him like he was threatening me or something.

"Thank you. I'm going to get some rest, now." I stood up and walked back to the guest room that I had been staying in. I noticed that when my confidence came, my clumsiness left. That could come in handy. I lay on top of the comforter; not bothering to cover up since it was decently warm on this particular night. My eyes finally drooped close to the sight of the alarm clock on the nightstand changing from 3:59 am to four o'clock.


Author's Note: I'm tired so...yeah.