A couple of months later

"Bella? Are you ready?" a male orderly hesitantly asked me

I stayed quiet and I just stood up and made my way past him. I made my way down the corridor and to the fifty-seventh room. I didn't knock I just walked in. Gloria was in a meeting with another patient. She said she wouldn't be long so I just sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

Today is the day, The day I get to leave. My bags are packed. I don't really know how im going to get home or if my parents are expecting me. I haven't seen them since January ( when the argument took place) it's now August. Six months. Six months they never came to visit me. I dont care, I dont need them.

I sighed as I looked around the room to keep me distracted. My eyes landed on Gloria's desk. I saw a manila folder. It caught my eye. It was under a stack of papers. I bit my lip and I slowly stoop up and walked to the folder. I picked up and looked at the name Isabella Swan. I opened it and I read it

Isabella Swan

Age: Seventeen

Patient ID # 721837392130

Date of birth: September 13th 1995

Social Security # ***-***-****

Address: 167 Whiten Avenue

City: Phoenix

State : Arizona

Isabella was admitted to Richmond Lake Facility on January 20thafter attempting suicide. She was found in her bedroom in a pool of blood from self-inflicted injuries. She had taken an estimate of 20 tables of Vicodin. When she arrived at the Emergency Room her heart had failed but was soon revived. She put into a coma to let her body heal. As they were checking her they saw that her weight was very low. Her weight was Ninety pounds.

After a therapist interviewed her we soon found out she is suffering from :

-Bulimia Nervosa

-Anorexia Nervosa

I snorted in a very unlady like way as I rolled my eyes!

Currently Diagnosed:

Clinical Depression Disorder

Social Anxiety Disorder

"Seriously?! You have to be kidding" I asked myself

I got tired reading this nonsense so I turned the page

Doctors Notes

I am very surprised this girl has lived so long. Her body is failing on her and she doesn't even notice it. Shes to stuck in her head to know anything

She is a very angry person

She was sedated on March 17thshe refused to take her medication and she started to panic and throw a tantrum. When pinned to the ground she bit an orderly in the neck. She was pinned and taken to her room. She spent awhile in her room. Refusing to eat, sleep, or shower.

Her therapist came an told me she was asking for help. I was surprise at first but I was doubtful towards her decision. I believe she is only trying to get out of here so she can go and continue her self-destruction.

Isabella has completed her treatment and will be released soon her weight is back to 110 not that good but she is getting there. With her parents help and strict observation she will be at an appropriate weight. She has continued on her medication. Her moods are better. I still have my doubts towards her being released but Dr. Gloria Ramos thinks she is ready

-Dr Robert Johns

I looked at the information and I was in complete shock. I'm a 110 pounds! I'm a pig. I'm so disgusted with myself. I need to hurry up and get out of here so I can lose this all. I looked over all the information and I didn't know what to say. . I felt uncomfortable. I felt small. I felt, I didn't really know how I felt anymore.. I heard footsteps approaching the room. I panicked placed the folder down and ran to my seat. The door opened and Gloria came in.

"Hello Bella, how are you?" Gloria asked

"I'm fine" I smiled

"I'm so proud of you honey! You are at healthy psychically and mentally. I'm happy to tell you that you are allowed to leave here today. Your parents are In the front hall and are ready to take you home. Is there any questions?" Gloria asked

" No I have none. All I have to say is thank you for everything Gloria" I mumbled.

" Oh you're welcome! I'm just happy you are doing better. I'm always here if you need anything. Shall we go?" Gloria asked

"Sure" I smiled

As we walked down to the front hall. I looked around one last time at this place. Great full that I would never come back to this place. As we approached the front hall I was my parents. My father had a blank expression. My mother on the other hand looked horrible. She looked like she hasn't slept for years. I couldn't help but feel bad. I wonder what had happened. I gave Gloria a hug and said my goodbyes. I turned towards my parents and I was instantly in my mothers embrace.

"Hey ma" I said

"Hey baby, im so happy you're out" my mother tried to say as she choked on her sobs

" Me too ma" I said , I looked at over to my dad

"Dad?" I hesitantly asked

He just turned to me and glared. He looked at my mother and spoke

"Renee, hurry up I don't want to waste all day here. I want to get the hell out of here and home" My father demanded as he stomped out to the parking lot.

" He's happy your out, he's just well you know dad" my mom said

I nodded. We both walked out to the parking lot and saw my father was already in the car and it was on already. We got in and we were off to go home.

As we reached our house, I saw a for sale sign that was covered by a sold sticker. This was it. We were moving because of my embarrassment. I didn't need to ask if i was the reason we're leaving. I already knew. As we parked and got off and went to the house. I went straight to my room to find it empty with just a mattress of the floor. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I shook my head and I forbid myself from crying, My dad would beat me if he saw me crying. I sighed and I went downstairs. My mother was sitting down in the kitchen and I asked her with my eyes " Where is he? Is he doing?" she just looked down and then looked up with a small sad smile and nodded. I sighed and just went up stairs. Preparing myself for later.

It didn't take long for me to drift off into sleep. I was dreaming of something nice when I was shaken awake by a firm grip on my arm dragging me off the mattress. I looked up groggily and was met by my fathers blazing angry eyes glaring down at me. I whimpered as he gripped my arm harder. He stopped and turned and picked me up to eye level and said

" You're a terrible person and you've put me through hell and im going to make you pay" he angrily told me

His hand came in contact with my cheek. I screamed. He just hit me harder and harder. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me down the stairs. He slammed me on the floor. He then turned me on the side and kicked me in the stomach. His fist connected with my face. I opened my eyes I saw blood on his hands and his shirt. My blood .. and then as he got closer to me .. my vision started to blur as it faded to black. All I heard

"You're nothing" my father whispered in my ear as he gave one last punch

I woke up in the living room. It was still dark out. I slowly stood up. I stumbled up the stairs and held onto the railing if I didn't hold onto it I would've have fallen down again. As I reached the top I heard muffled cries and I knew it was my mother after realizing what happened. My mother never got into my fathers beatings. My father would beat her senseless before I was born. My father started beating me when I was six. My mom tried to stop him but he beat her bad, one day I told her not to get involved I didn't want her to get hurt. I couldn't let her get hurt, I loved her too much. It hurt me to see her cry. I would protect her no matter what.

I went to my room and I fell on my bed and slept. Waiting to see what would come next.

A month went by . . .

I'm now 115 pounds . . . seriously .. I stopped taking my medication ...i don't need it. My parents don't know.

I sighed, and look at my surroundings. It was nothing but forest. We just moved. We have been driving for an hour from the airport. We had all our belongings shipped here a week before. The beatings with my father has happened every night since the day I got out. My body is black and blue. Not my face though , he knows better not to hit me in the face now since we just moved. That would raise questions. He's not stupid. Though I wish he was so finally someone could notice. As we approached the town I read the sign "Welcome To Forks, Washington" I was in deep thought when my father suddenly spoke

"Listen Bella don't you dare start a scene when we get to the town. I am not moving again because you want to be an attention seeker you got that?!" he said

"Yes sir" I said

Nothing was said after that. As we arrived in town and went straight to our house I noticed people staring at the unknown vehicle they have never seen. The people looked nice I guess. I wouldn't know. As we came down a street. I didn't get the name of it Hayes road? I don't know. When we drove up to a dark stone colored house. The roof was slanted quite a bit. The windows were oriel style. The house gave me the creeps. When we walked in the house it was a very comfortable place. The floors were a bit squeaky but I could use that to an advantage. Other than that everything was in order here, I went to my room and unpacked and got my room situated. My mother called me down for dinner I ate it but I went right upstairs to purge it all out. After this I just went to my room and put some music on.

My mom came in a few moments later to talk to me about my school and everything that will be happening. I start school next week. I will go and see my new therapist in a couple of days. My mother is taking me shopping after I see my therapist. We talked for awhile then she went to her room.

I took a shower and I looked in the mirror and I was ashamed to see the fat on my body. It looked disgusting. I looked disgusting. The bruises weren't helping any much either. I sighed. I looked to my right and I saw my personal box. I walked over to it and opened it up. In the box were a collection of knives, razors, and pins. I bit my lip and I sighed. I turned around went to my door and locked it. I went back to the box and I took out the silver razor. It was so beautiful and so clean, I smiled to myself. I touched my upper right leg. I slowly brought the blade to my skin and pushed it in. I dragged it through my skin. Crimson warm liquid oozed out. I had goosebumps. I did this four more times. I grabbed a rag and I tied it around my leg. To stop the bleeding. I put the razor back into the box. I looked around then saw a floor board that was sticking out of its place. I walked over and saw that I could lift it up and put it back in like it was never touched. I put my personal box under the floor board and tucked it back in. I turned around and I quickly got dressed. I unlocked my door and went to lay down waiting for my father to stumble in .

It's been three days since I've moved into this town. I hate it already. I'm currently in Seattle, it's about an hour away from Forks. Seattle is basically the only sign of life that's near Forks. I'm in the 309 building. On the tenth floor where it is used only for people who are just like me and have issues. I look around the room and noticed a few people were here. I looked down at my black combat boots. I was uncomfortable.

"Isabella Swan?" a woman's voice asked

I looked up and I didn't say anything. I saw that everyone was now staring at me. I looked back down I was walking until I bumped into something rather hard which made me fall back on to my butt. I looked up to see a muscular person. He looked as if he was in his twenties. He had a crew cut(hair was brown with tints of red in it). He had the bluest eyes. He had on a pained expression. I was just looking at him in awe. He suddenly brought his arm up and I tensed up. I closed my eyes for the possible blow he was going to give me. When it never came I slowly opened my eyes and saw him looking at me worriedly. I looked around and everyone was out of their seats looking at me. I felt my face heat up. I slowly stood up.

"Whoa! I am very sorry that I knocked you down." the guy quickly said

"Its, its okay" I said

"I'm Emmett, Emmett Cullen and you are?" Emmett said

"Bella, Bella Swan" I said looking down at my feet

"Isabella? Its time for you to go in" the receptionist said

"Oh okay, it was nice meeting you Emmett." I said as I quickly walked away not looking back.

As I walked down the hallway , I was led to a door and I was let in. I saw a rather attractive man. He looked as if he was in his thirties. He was tall with dirty blonde hair slicked to the side.

"Hello, I am Carlisle Cullen. I'm your new therapist" he said as he offered me his hand

"Hello , I'm Isabella Swan. You can call me Bella" I said as I shook his hand

"Please sit down" Carlisle said

"Okay" I said

I sat down , I looked around and I started to take in the room i was in. It was a very big room. The walls were a beige color. There were no windows. He had a whole bookshelf of books. There were a few paintings here and there. I looked at his mahogany desk. Really made the room look "together".

"Bella?" Charlie asked

"Yes?" I replied

"How have you been, honestly?" Carlisle asked

"Good, I've uh gained some weight, uh ten pounds.." I hesitantly replied

"Why don't we get to know each other?" Carlisle asked

"Sure" I replied

From then on we found out a lot about each other, The basics really. I found out he is only forty-two , whoa ! I know. He looks so young. He is married to a wonderful woman named Esmé . He has two sons named Emmett and Edward. One daughter name Alice. They are all in high school and I guess will go to the same one I go to. He's a really cool dude. By the end of the session I was feeling at ease.

As I said goodbye to Charlie , my phone started to ring I looked at the screen and it flashed my moms name. I sighed and picked up

"Hey mom" I said

"Hey, I'm out in the front" my mom replied

"Oh okay" I said and hung up

I walked out of the building and got in the car. We went to the mall and shopped for about three hours. I bought long sleeves, band t-shirts, skinny jeans and three pairs of shoes ( all black converse, black , and simple black vintage laced up ankle boots) and jewelry . By the end of the day we went home and it was a regular night. Regular father and daughter session and then my "me" time session. I slept dreamless that night.

Its Monday morning and I am extremely nervous! My mom came and woke me up , today is the big day I start at Olsen High School, Great! Whatever. I get up and brush my teeth and wash my face. I go to my room and I stand in front of my mirror. I'm fat , it's so nasty . I left my hair natural. I applied my makeup which basically is a dramatic smokey eye with a light berry pink lipstick and a little bit of blush. I turn and go to my closet and I pull out a gray off the shoulder long sleeve, which I put a Black Sleeveless Undershirt Top (wife beater as what people call it). I slipped on my tight black skinny jeans and put on my simple black . I turned around and put on my pentagram vines necklace and just a simple ring band on my thumbs and wedding fingers. I look at the mirror and I am ready to go.

"Bella!, its time to go! NOW!" my mom calls from downstairs

I roll my eyes and grab my black back pack and run downstairs. I go to the car not bothering eating. I don't feel like it. My mom doesn't even push me , she knows better. On the way to the school it is silent. I'm looking outside the window. As we drive up the street we stop in the parking lot , my mother turns around and wishes me a good day. I nod and get out without a word. As im walking towards the entrance, while im looking down at my feet. I feel everyone's stare's on me. I look up and my mouth drops slightly. I'm met with the greenest pair of eyes full of anger. I look at the boys face and im instantly jealous. He is without blemish's or stress related wrinkles. He has high cheekbones. His lips are full and a pale pink tone. His eyes are the greenest eyes I have ever seen, His hair , oh god his hair. Very untamed and short shaggy brown colored hair with tints of red. I look down to what he is wearing and he has a black sweater with a white tee-shirt under it which fits him perfectly. He of course must work out , it shows. He has a pair of dark slim legged blue jeans. He has a pair of black and white vans on. I look back up at his face and his face has a look of disgust and a glare plastered on his face. I start to bite my lip and I just look down and walk away before I am confronted. I make my way to the office and I am met with a young woman by the look of it she looks in her mid 30's.

"Hello honey, and you are?" the woman asks

"Yes, im new here. My name is uh Bella Swan" I say quietly

"Oh, Bella I heard you were starting today, how are you?" the woman asks.

I look into her eyes and see that she isn't asking about my day. Shes asking about how I am feeling. She must've read my file.

"I'm fine, may I have my schedule" I asked politely

"Oh! Of course. Here you are. Have your teachers sign it and return it back to me." she replies

"Thank you Ms.." im suddenly cut off

"Adams, Ms. Cope" she replies sweetly.

"Okay, thank you Ms. Cope."

I turn around and leave. As I look down the hallways I realize the bell has already rung and I am late. Great I think to myself. I roll my eyes and look at my schedule and it turns out I have Math. Whipdifuckingdoo. Here we go.