Ok I was so impressed with the reviews that came up almost immediately after I posted the last chapter so I decided to start the next chapter the same day. (See I told you reviews make me write faster) Anyways thank you everyday i'm shuffiling, xSuuuss, and harleymaria. I appreciate your lovely comments.

PS everyday I'm shuffiling, you should work on your language. Your review was harsh hehe =) Anyways on with the story…..

Previously….

Finally Emmet spoke, "What the Hell is wrong with you?"

Bpov

"Let me out now," I shot back fighting more tears. Suddenly I realized Edward wasn't here….

"No not until you give us some answers." Jasper replied coolly. What was there to be asked? 'Why did you cut yourself,'? They already knew the answer to that one. I didn't know what else to do so I sat there and pouted.

"Where's Edward" I asked in the harshest voice I could manage.

"Well my guess is, in the cafeteria trying to figure out what to do with himself," Rosalie stated.

"In fact someone should probably go check up on him." Alice said in a worried voice. What did they want? It's not like they cared what I did to myself anyways.

"On it," Rosalie said and walked gracefully out of the closet. Emmet locked the door again after she left.

"Now back to the question, I believe you still have Emmet's to answer." Jasper hinted. I thought a moment and then remembered. Oh yes…. He asked what the Hell was wrong with me. My cheeks burned.

"There is nothing wrong with me." I said through clenched teeth.

"Oh really, so your perfectly healthy?" Alice questioned sarcastically.

"Yes," I half shouted.

"Bella healthy people don't do this,' Emmet shouted back while pulling up my sleeve. I pulled it back down angrily.

"Just let me out!" I shouted I didn't want to sit here while they insulted the way I heal. They left; they didn't care about me anymore. They can't, all of the sudden come back, and expect me to be OK with everything that happened!

"Bella Swan please report to the office." Said a concerned voice on through the intercom. 'Oh great. Now I get even more sympathy,' I thought. Why did everyone start caring about me now? Well at least they couldn't keep me in the closet anymore.

"Excuse me," I snapped at Emmet, who was at the moment using his body as a barrier, in front of the door. He reluctantly moved aside. And with that I got up and left. When I was out I started to think about my options. I had to go to the office because if I didn't then they would definitely find me. They wouldn't leave something this big alone. I wonder if someone called Charlie. I really hope they didn't…. this would hurt him so much!

By now I was already at the door to the office and I slowly walked in. The receptionist motioned me over, and brought me to a quiet corner where no one could hear. I tried to wipe the tears off my face, but my eyes were probably already, red and puffy anyways. She held my hands.

"Hun do you want to tell me what happened in the cafeteria?" She said in a motherly voice. I shook my head, knowing my voice was no good right now "Well sweetie, I need you to show me your wrists," She said slowly, probably not wanting to upset me.

"No," I said, my voice still shaky. I really didn't want this to happen. Why did anyone care? They all practically disowned me. Now all of the sudden I was their business again? This wasn't fair. They weren't there when I really did need someone. Why now? I started crying again.

"You don't have to be scared. I'm not here to judge you." She told me. I still didn't want to, but there really was no getting out of it. If I didn't show her, then she'd probably just pull up my sleeve, and see for herself. So I slowly pull my sleeve up for display. Her eyes widened and I cried harder.

"OK we're gonna go to the hospital and have someone look at this. In the car, you can tell me why you decided to cut." She told me. I didn't want to go to the hospital it would be harder to hide from Charlie that way. But not impossible. Charlie was out fishing with Billy so if I got out fast enough he didn't even have to know.

OK so I'm loving the reviews and stuff like I said before, and I'll start writing again when I get 10 reviews. Right now I think I have 8 so it shouldn't be that difficult. Thanks for putting up with me.

-Melina