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27 chairs: Instinct

Instinct: A powerful motivation or impulse.

I was awake, an apparently breathing.

This was not heaven or hell as a matter of fact.

This was bright lights, and soft voices and paper sheets.

Fucking hospital.

Someone had found me, and put me in a fucking hospital.

Well, we know that it wasn't Renee. I sat up wide eyed, allowing slowly them to adjust to the light. What had happened? I had made sure that there was absolutely no possibility of me waking up, and facing this embarrassment. I yawned taking in a gulp of air. My throat was dry and my mouth had the nauseating taste of old alcohol. No one I recognised seemed to be waiting for me. I laid back down, stretching out on the rough surface of paper-like sheet. I closed my eyes, unwillingly. If I go back to sleep now, I suppose I could wait for someone to wake me up, then act all confused and bewildered as to why I was found lying on Renée's bed with a litres worth of salt water and 56 prescribed tablets in my system. When it was put like that, I sounded pretty badass! I opened my eyes to an unfortunately familiar face.

"Hello Bella, how are felling?"

"I'm going to have to say I'm feeling absolutely fantastic Carlisle, I've never been better"

'I'd prefer it if you called me doctor Cullen whilst we're in the hospital, and I'd also prefer if you left the sarcasm at home for now. Do you know why you're here Bella?'

I swallowed deeply. Carlisle Cullen was the local doctor, the town hero, the saviour if you will. Everyone knew Carlisle, but I happened to be on slightly more friendly terms with him as every Saturday since I can remember, he has been sitting in on my 'shrink time' and I've grown fond of his welcoming smiles and mouthed messages across the room. This is exactly why I did not want to answer this question. Not to him, anyone else but not Carlisle.

"I have a faint idea, but enlighten me doctor" my attempt at taking the edge of had quite the opposite effect. It seemed to make the situation more uneasy, and I could feel the awkward tension.

"You were found passed out Bella, on your mother's bed. You'd taken some tablets and you were severely dehydrated. Do you remember what you took Bella?"

Why did Carlisle have to be so damn loving? I looked into his eyes and his voice would lure me into this sense of security in which I fell victim to every time.

"I have a vague Idea, look Carli- doctor, it was nothing, really. Just a mistake. A bit of fun, there was really nothing meant by it"

"Bella, you've been in out for three days now. I wouldn't call that a bit of fun"

Three days! No wonder no one was here, they've probably given up hope. Three fucking days. Wow. I didn't know it could have that kind of effect on you.

"Carlisle it was nothing, just feeling a bit low, needed the attention that's all"

I hated lying to him, because he had this instinct, where he knew who was lying, like a radar, and he caught me red handed every time.

"Bella, I find it very hard to believe that you, of all people, felt the need for attention. Really if you must lie, please make them convincing enough for me to question myself"

He was right. About everything. I did need to get better at lying and out of everyone in Forks I'd spent my whole life shying from the attention others craved and making myself invisible. It was a triumph I had finally achieved and was proud of. A cold chill ran through my body.

"Where is Renee?" I blinked quickly and felt my muscles tense.

"She's gone back to Jacksonville I believe. She had words with Charlie, i'm not fully aware of the arrangements but by his attitude earlier I judged you'd be staying with him for awhile."

My heart calmed, and my muscles relaxed. I missed Charlie. Renee had only moved back down to Forks because I'd told the social that I wanted to be closer to Charlie and that it would help improve my situation. She'd practically been forced. It wasn't without consequences though, but I'd expected that. I'm sure now that she finally had an excuse to leave me with him, she'd be having a roaring time with Phil and the rest of his baseball team.

"How long do I have to stay here for?"

"Well you've only just come round Bella; I'd like to keep you here for at least another night, for observational purposes. You can't be feeling yourself. Would you like me to get you anything?"

His words flew through my head without me listening; he stared at me blankly as if waiting for an answer. I shook my head, anticipating that whatever he was asking I wouldn't want it. All I wanted right now was peace and quiet, and preferably my own bed.

"Alright then, I'll be back in about an hour to run some short tests but I'll leave you in peace for now. Edward is waiting outside, he's been dying for you to wake up, I'll just go and get him"

"Edward?"

I looked at him puzzled. Edward Cullen? Why would he be waiting for me? I'd never spoken to him in my life. He goes to Forks high and I went to school in La Push, Renee didn't want me mixing with the local kids, she thought it would be easier for them to find out.

"Yes, Edward. He was the one that found you Bella, he saved your life"

Carlisle walked out slowly, his perfect posture continuing with his hover-like walk. Edward Cullen had saved me life. Why? Why had he done that? Had he not seen my attempt at a suicide note, lying beside me? Obviously not. My head began to hurt as I wondered more of why Edward would want to save me. I expect he just felt compelled to help the poor little dead girl, maybe take the glory off his superhuman father. Then again, Edward didn't seem the type to waltz into the spotlight, Id say he more would stumbled across it. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen Edward in a while. Had he become a recluse? Religious, maybe? And why would he be at my party. I only invited people from school and Jacob and his lot. Why would Edward Cullen even heard of my party?

Something felt wrong.

It felt as if a piece was missing from this puzzled that held no answers. Edward was this clue to something bigger. He felt out of place. As if he were playing the wrong game. I pondered on him. Falling into a dream filled sleep, where I would see his eyes, in line with mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. I'd never noticed how perfect his face was before this. His jaw was perfectly angular and masculine and his skin was pour less and radiant. He almost glittered with beauty. He reminded me of the man in my dreams. The one that stopped me from feeling. His heavy breaths sped into a rhythm but were soon paused by the loud sound of flocking people and an unruly commotion.

I opened my eyes swiftly and there he was.