A/N: Like I said, I've been in bed, healing from surgery. So, here's another chapter. Smaller, but, hey, It's a filler for the most part. Probably next chapter... Yeah, I'll make it Edward. Not sure where this is gonna go... but HEY! Anythings possible.
Damn Narcotics...
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. K?
The moonlight filtered inside my small room. The only piece of heaven I was going to get. Or hell. Couldn't tell.
Right after that session with Dr. McKinely, I had those nightmares again. The ones that sent that my heart into splinters.
Of course, Edward was in it. He would be standing there, in all his perfection, right at the edge of the forest. Just like before. He would take my hands in his and tell me that I was no good for him. Then, he would kiss me on the forehead and say take care of yourself. Then he would leave me. And I would run after him. Just like before. Only this time…
I was never found.
I always woke up in a sweat, my breathing labored. I hated myself. I was going to kill myself if I didn't calm down…
… But would that be so bad.
I sighed then turned my attention back to the moon, staring at how big and gorgeous it was.
It was times like these I wish I could remember the good times. The times before I was considered a lunatic. The good times…
With Edward.
I flinched. Even the thought of his name still sent my heart into shards.
I looked around at my surrounding. It was the same view I had been seeing for exactly one year. The white washed walls, the small window at the top of the wall, the bars position right in front of them – all of them I've seen for one year.
I closed my eyes and remember that fateful day…
It was probably one of the biggest fights that I'd ever had. Charlie had come in to my room as I was staring at the ceiling. He told me to get up, that Renee was coming for me. I had yelled at him, told him that I was staying as I rolled over on my bed. Then I heard one of my dresser drawers open and I jumped up.
"NO!" I had yelled, grabbing the clothes out of his hands and throwing them around the room, "I'm staying!"
I watched through vacant eyes as the memory kept replaying in my mind. Renee and Phil had run into my room as soon as they arrived in Forks and told me to get ready. I said no again, and, this time, both Phil and Charlie had restrained me. I thrashed around in their grip as they led me downstairs and into the back of the cruiser.
I kept screaming as Renee and Phil sat next to me in the cruiser, thrashing around as tears streamed down my face. I kept screaming, "Why?!" at them, but they never answered. The entire
time, Charlie kept looking ahead, never once looking back at me, and never once looking in the rear view mirror. I guess this was hard on him as well.
When we reached the front of the hospital, I had lost almost all my energy. I still occasionally tried to thrash out of my parent's grips, and I still had tears running down my cheeks. A woman walked up to the cruiser and whispered something to Charlie. A door opened next to me and Phil dragged me out. Renee followed him out and they both led me to the front door. I vaguely remember feeling rain on my shoulders, but I pushed it out of my mind as we entered the front door.
A nicely decorated front desk along with a couple pictures of whom I could not make out. There were a few people sitting on a couple couches by the left side of the room. I tried to make out the faces but I was distracted by another voice.
"Isabella Swan," a southern voice asked. I turned around to see a petite lady in a white nurse's uniform. I wasn't sick, so why was I here?
"Welcome to your new home for a while." She flashed a smile, "I'm Kelly, the head nurse."
My eyes opened in understanding as two burly men walked near me.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Mom! Dad! No!!" I turned to run, but the guards held me back. The tears came back in a flood as I watched Charlie and Phil walk away with Renee in between them.
Renee. Charlie. Phil. I hadn't seen them in months. They had tried to visit, but every time I was hysterical that the doctors said that it would be better for them not to come.
I stared back outside of my window and sat up in bed, looking out at the moon. Twilight.
It was times like this I wondered how he was. Was he happy? Was his family? Did he find someone else? Another Distraction? I wish I could find him and tell him that he was a liar. That I wasn't distracted, like he told me I would be.
I kept looking up at the sky and was amazed when I saw a comet streak by. I quickly closed my eyes and made a wish.
"I wish," I heatedly whispered, "That wherever he is that he is happy." I smiled for the first time in months as tears rolled down my face.
Ok, well there you go. Enjoy. Next chapter uploading... after I get a nap. -
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