"You have to forgive to forget, and forget, to feel again."
-Author unknown.

Night was approaching quickly, as I searched my room for my lap top. My first day of online school was tomorrow, and I had no clue as to what I was to expect to come out of that. It could either turn out to be really good, or terrible. Only time would tell. I saw a blinking light out of the corner of my eye and quickly turned towards the source. There was my laptop sitting on my desk basking in its glory. All though I could have sworn I looked on the desk, I mean it is the most obvious first place to look.

I gathered it then sat on my bed next to the doll I had pulled from the house. I constantly looked at the doll for reassurance; it was my reminder to not give up on what I knew was out there. I opened the laptop and booted up Google chrome. I typed in 'vampires' and clicked on the sight I barely remembered visiting oh so long ago. Access Denied, flashed across the screen in big bold red letters. Almost like when I was back in school and certain site pertaining pictures would be blocked.

I went back to the home page and tried a different link. Same thing Access Denied. I tried four more sights all came up with the same page, same painfully obvious message. I typed other things into the search engine, pertaining to Italian Vampire myths, and Shape shifters, as well as the Spanish influenza, but for every page that I opened I got the same Access Denied message. So I searched kittens, and guess what every site that I opened containing anything remotely related to kittens, worked fine for me. No Access Denied popping up.

Frustrated I closed my lap top in a rather harsh manner. It was like anything that had shown up in my 'dream' had been erased or was not allowing me to look back upon it. I shuddered at the thought, and immediately started to think back to everything that happened, I was trying to remember every little detail, but every time I thought I was remembering something it would slip from my minds grasp.

I couldn't remember.

I could remember names, and faces; but I couldn't remember the details.

I remember warmth, happiness, I remember my family. I could remember the larger things, like the house, and the wedding. But all the in between details were just areas of dark. It was exactly like a fading dream the more I tried to remember the more I forgot. But I wouldn't accept that, I grabbed the doll next to me and closed my eyes tightly. I willed my brain to remember, I concentrated so hard on finding these memories, pushing myself to remember just one moment. Then I saw it, I saw us sitting in his room just conversing. But everything was turning painfully bright, becoming hard to look at. Another memory flashed in my mind, of Edward in my room at night. But too quickly it turned blindingly bright just like the other. More memories flooded my head, all turning in to brightness, making me want to close my minds eyes.

"You want memories!" a voice said angrily into my head. And I jumped about a foot in bed and my eyes snapped open, but the memories were still coming I could still see them in front of me.

"Take them, take them all!" the voice said again, it was so clear and there, like someone had spoken directly into my ear but no one was there.

The memories came faster now, at a pace that hurt my eyes, and made everything look like a blindingly bright blur. There were flashes of kisses, and smiles, and yelling, and touching; pleasure and pain. All snippets feeling as if they were shoved violently into my head then pulled out just as harshly. "Enjoy them!" the Voice said, then a burst of hot pain erupted behind my eyes, at the base of my skull and spread like wildfire throughout my mind.

I gripped my head in a death lock closing my eyes again and screamed. The scream tore through me leaving my throat raw and my lips chapped. I lost all feeling in my body except for the pain in my head, and fell off my bed and to the ground. Another screamed pursed through my now shaking body. It felt as if my brain was going to explode.

And I almost wished it did, just to save me from this terrible pain, I wished that at this moment I would die.

"Bella?" Charlie yelled from somewhere below me, but he sounded as if he stood on the other side of the town.

I tried to say his name, but my vocal chords made no sound. The pain in my head burst again and the flashes of pictures in my mind didn't cease. My mind could only register a few things for brief moments.

Warmth on my shoulder.

Charlie's voice.

My muscles contracting and elongating as I was moved.

Pain.

So much pain.

"Please" I whispered to the pain and memories. "Please take them back, I don't want them anymore." Which right now was completely true, I wanted to forget everything.

"Bella, were going to get you to the hospital, don't worry." That was Charlie. But he sounded like he had tape over his mouth. Why was he so quiet I could hardly hear him?

"Please stop it" I think I whispered again, the thing was I couldn't hear my own voice so I didn't know for sure.

"Push it away" It was the Voice but it was different, it was softer, feminine.

"How?" I thought, I couldn't believe it actually I was talking to a voice inside my head. I'm crazy.

"Push it away, block the memories, and push them out of your mind" I tried to 'push' them out. I tried with all my might to block out these painful attachments, but nothing happened.

"Remember what it was like, push yourself, and fend off the pain." What was the Voice talking about? Remember what? I didn't want to remember anything; I just wanted everything to stop. I thought about the training I had done with Zafrina how I had to open myself up with her. So I did the opposite and I imagined closing myself off to the world. I imagined bringing my aura closer against myself. I literally imagined pushing these memories out of the door to my mind.

Then it was silent.

The pain was gone, the memories were gone.

"Congratulations" the Voice said, and then I felt it disappear as well.

"You're in the hospital" No, oh no, not the Voice. I groaned and brought my hands to my head. I tried to push the voice away.

"You can't get rid of us that easily." Oh no, there were two? I groaned again and started tapping my head with my hands, trying so hard for the Voices to go away. But two rough unfamiliar hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them to my sides.

My eye slowly opened expecting to see Dr. Facinelli but instead was face to face with someone I had never seen before. He was lean looking, with a long angular face and very sharp features. I retracted from the man, trying to get as far away as possible.

He strapped both of my wrists to the table, then looked at me.

"We don't want you hurting yourself anymore then you already have." He said in a smooth cold voice, the kind that sent chills up your spine. This is exactly what it did to me.

"Wh-what do you mean" My voice came out in a rough croak and those simple words seemed to strain my vocal chords and scrape against my throat.

"You are in a very unstable condition right now, it would not be appropriate to go into further detail with you."

"What are you talking about? Where am I?" Now that I actually looked around I could see that the room I was in was smaller than a hospital room, there was a window to my left. The glass had large chicken wire in it and there were bars outside of frame. There was a small metal chair attached to the wall by the window. There was a very small almost nightstand looking table next to the bed, which was also attached to the wall. But other than that there was this bed I was in and two florescent lights above me. And Charlie was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my father?"

"At the moment he is probably at home."

"What do you mean at home, shouldn't he be here? He wouldn't leave me without knowing if I was okay."

"Believe me Ms. Swan we have already assured your father that you are in good care and that we would do the best to our abilities to rid you of your mental problems."

"Mental problems?" I questioned, my voice rising slightly.

"Yes, your father had mentioned you would often seem in a trance, walking around the house with no purpose mumbling incoherent sentences, talking about things you were positive had happened, then there was also your two episodes at the Hospital when you first woke up, as well as the…" I stopped him before he could continue.

"Wait, I don't remember any of those trance things ever happening!" I said "there is nothing wrong with me honestly Sir; I don't know why I'm in here."

This time he interrupted me. "This is why your here!" He said impatiently while thrusting a mirror at me. My eyes were bloodshot, and had huge purple and blue circles around them. Parts of my hair were crusted with blood and my lips were so raw they looked like they might burst with blood at any moment. My skin was sickly pale with an almost green tint.

"What happened to me?" I whispered.

The man continued as if I hadn't said anything. "Then there was your recent episode where you were talking about voices in your head, you were screaming and sounded as if there was something in you. You constantly said "Be quiet" and "get out of my head" we ruled out that the best thing for you at the moment was to be put here under the watchful eyes of nurses and doctors."

"I shouldn't be here." Charlie would have never agreed to this.

"Your father was the one who recommended it" the man said almost snidely as if he had read my mind.

"He's lying" I almost didn't hear the soft voice.

"You're lying." I said to the man why I was listening to this Voice? I do not know, because it had helped me push away the memories.

The man looked surprised at my retort and I took it as a moment to become above him in this conversation. "My father would never send me here, I know him better then you do. He would never do this to me." Calmly the man grabbed a folder and pulled out a piece of paper then held it in front of me. My eyes were drawn to two red tabs at the bottom of the page.

"Those tabs mark are where your father signed the release papers. He had time to rethink his decisions Ms. Swan, and he didn't."

Tear gathered in my eyes and my head started to ache.

"He's lying"

"You're lying!" I screamed at the man; anger, tinting my vision red.

"You're crazy Bella"

"I'm not crazy." I sobbed. The man pulled a small syringe from his lab coat pocket.

"It's okay Bella" he said as he up capped the needle. "We're just here to help you"

"He's lying"

The man tapped the needle and pushed some of the substance out. Can you agree it was evil scientist cliché to the max?

He brought the needle closer to my arm, and I tried to bend and pull my arm away.

"You've lost it"

"What's in there?" I asked my voice quivering

"Just a small anesthetic to help you calm down."

"He's lying"

"No, you're lying, stop, please stop!" I screamed. The prick in my arm as the needle entered hurt more than I thought it would. Everything started going fuzzy and I felt my head slouch.

Darkness was starting to obscure my vision and I held onto the last shred of light.

"Everything is going according to plan, Aro"

"You're crazy Bella"

AN: Quick question: About how long do you guys want these chapters to be?

On another note: If you found this chapter confusing, good cause that's kind of what I was going for. Also this is where the story will take off, hopefully! The beginning was just fillers, trying to set the mood (in a way.) If you have question ask, and I will do my best to answer them without giving away what's to happen.

On another note x2: My Life as Liz is getting a second season! Can I get a w00t w00t?

~Ezz