Esme'sPOV

Me and Carlisle were in bed. (And not doing anything dirty!) He was already asleep and I lay awake staring at the ceiling smiling like an idiot. This move looked very promising for Alice. In the kitchen I could hear her get a glass of water before retreating back to her room. Mania was making her restless, but at least she was happy.

"Hey, mom" I jumped when Alice spoke. I hadn't noticed her come into the room.

I sat up, careful not to disturb Carlisle. "What is it, honey?"

She lid on her back on the end of the bed, sat up, then lid on her stomach. Her face had a look of longing on it. She sighed and changed positions again. "I can't stand this." she whispered.

"Stand what?"

"The mood shifts, the moving, the medication. I don't know who I am anymore." Tears starting running down her face. "I can't stand it."

Carlisle stirred then, sitting up and surveying the scene before him. Alice changed positions again. "She's having a mixed episode." he told me. "It shouldn't last long."

Alice started crying harder, she got up and left the room. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing then her heavy breathing faltered. Followed by a sigh and slow deep breaths. Carlisle shot out of bed. I quickly followed although I wasn't quite sure what was going on.

"Shit" he swore under his breath. "I forgot to lock up the knifes after I made dinner tonight."

I gasped but it felt like no air was going in, I was in a state of utter shock. Carlisle helped me get a hold of myself and both of us ran to the kitchen. There was no sign of Alice. I walked around the bar and almost fell over. " Carlisle!" I cried.

He ran over. Alice was unconscious, a large puddle of blood forming from a deep cut on her left wrist. If he was in any kind of shock it was undetectable on his face. Once he went into 'doctor mode' nothing could stop him. A few inches from where Alice lay, I could see a large knife, tainted with her blood.

"Grab me a towel" my husband commanded, holding out one hand. The other was clamped around the cut, trying to stop the blood flow. I quickly grabbed one from the bathroom. He quickly removed his hand and replaced it with the towel. The hand he had been holding on the cut was deep red. "Call 911" he said.

In a matter of minutes paramedics arrived, I'm not quite sure what happened, it felt like a dream. All I remember is Alice being taken away on a stretcher before I passed out.

A/N Should I change this story's rating to M? I think I'm getting a little violent O_o