Author's Note: Sonja will make a guest appearance at the end. Often dialogue is quoted verbatim from wordslinger's random musings. Please note all credit for this character belongs to wordslinger. Thanks to my awesome beta, jkane180 and a special thank you to my new pimp FL95, author of Edward Cullen, Dick for Hire and Cullen, Unscripted. Speaking PIMPS, stay tuned for big news. Also, hopefully the big reveal in this chapter will be more clear. No promises. This might make more sense if you go back to chapter one for a refresher.

"What do you see, Bella?" Carlisle's voice exploded through the cold air like the voice of God. I was Charlton Heston, all fucking Moses-like all of the sudden. To be honest, my life had taken on a closer resemblance to Omega Man than The Ten Commandments. A sawed-off shotgun would be of more use to me than two stone tablets considering what I had been through as of late.

From my cold dead hands.

"Um..." I stuttered, as the woman in front of me pulled her familiar bleached hair away from her face, trying to light her cigarette. Her hair snaked around her face and into the wind like a Medusa. "Do you hear him?"

"Bella? What the fuck?" She asked and took a languid drag. I watched the cherry burn through the paper; embers ignited and fell with the ash.

"Carlisle," I said meekly. "Do you hear him?"

"No, I don't fucking hear him. He's just a character in the book."

Right. Just a character in the book.

"Carlisle," I muttered under my breath. The smoking woman pursed her lips into a half-smile/half-sneer and grabbed me.

"We're really fucking close to the entrance and your mum would kill me if she found out I left you in the cold. I mean, I think you're acting like a whiney little bitch but I do feel bad for Renee." She dragged me roughly through the snow while I struggled weakly.

"Where are we?"

She ignored me. "I bet you don't even care about that shit, do you? What you're putting your parents through? You do realize that even if all your ramblings about Edward-the-limp-dick and Wolfy McImprint are true, you're still acting like an irresponsible slut."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt."

"Oooh, the little kitten used the 'C' word. Colour me fucking impressed, putty-twat."

We had reached a driveway. I tried to stop walking so that I could study my surroundings, however my captor trudged onward. My boots slid beneath me, forcing my leg out in an awkward angle. She let go, and I landed on my ass. I could barely make out the sign at the front of the large glass and brick building she had propelled me towards.

"Southlake." Raising myself to my knees, I tried to stand, accepting her offering of a gloved hand.

"Yeppers. Abandon all hope ye who enter here." She pursed her lips to hold the cigarette in place while she restrained me again.

"Where are we?" I demanded again, wriggling out of her grasp.

"Did your little excursion render you retarded? You just read the fucking sign; Southlake."

"I mean, what state are we in?" I clarified.

"Both of us? Well you're in a pretty frazzled state, if you ask me."

It was like déjà-vu all over again. I could have sworn, I'd said the exact same line before.

"Wait, did you just way we're at Southlake?" We had reached the Critical Care entrance and a pair of White Coats were waiting at the door.

"Bellas," one of them acknowledged, brandishing a hypodermic. I stumbled at the implications of their greeting and nearly fell on my ass again.

"Who are you?" I snapped and took inventory of the strange yet familiar smoking woman; her long hair, her large eyes, her crooked jaw and full lips. Her face was as familiar as my own reflection.

"Are you fucking shitting me?" She pulled her mouth into a crooked grin.

"Dude, I've got no fucking clue," I snapped back.

"Bella, have you been taking your medication?" a White Coat demanded.

"If she has, then I'll have what she's having!"

"Who the fuck are you?" I repeated, ready to bitch slap that bleach-job.

"Who am I? Who am I?" she laughed meanly. "I'm Isabella fucking Flanagan, bitch. Who the fuck are you?"

"I don't know." I really didn't.

-({})-

Blinking several times, my eye-floaters multiplied and warped until everything around me was different.

"Where am I?" I wasn't sure to whom I had posed the question as my eyes were squeezed shut.

"Bella? Are you alright, love?"

"No. No, I'm not alright, love."

"Carlisle," Edward said tentatively. "Please leave us alone for a while."

"I won't be far, son. She may need medical attention when--"

"MOTHERFUCKER!!! ARRGGHHHHHHHH!!!"

"She's screaming." Edward sounded surprised.

Language escaped me. My emotions were primal and raw. Screaming was the best way to articulate my terror and confusion. A part of my mind watched the vampires curiously while I wailed and keened and howled and just fucking screeched my head off.

"Bella, do you know where you are, love?"

I swallowed some air and hiccupped. "Fucking screaming here!" In case he didn't notice.

"Calm down, Bella. I'll go away, shall I?"

My scream caught in my throat. "Why? Where are you going?"

"This was another terrible mistake, love. Obviously you weren't ready to see me."

Before I could draw in another breath to speak he had run from the room.

"Do you know where you are, Bella?"

"Carlisle, what the fuck? Yeah, I know where I am. I have no fucking clue about where I just went, but I'm in Washington right now. You just hypnotized me and, dude, I've recovered some strange fucking memories."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

-({})-

"Tell me more about Jake?"

I scowled at Isabella Flanagan and tried to grab his picture back from out of her hand. She raised her arm over her head and winced. "Ow. Fuck, my stitches."

"Why are you so interested in Jake?"

"I'd like to fuck him," she said simply. "And don't pretend that you're not hot for his sweet ass."

"He's my friend. I try not to think about him that way." I shrugged and felt my face flush, remembering Jacob's well-defined, muscled torso and beautiful tanned skin.

"Well, then you're frigid because he's fuckhot." She handed my picture back to me and made notes in her book. "How long has he been a werewolf?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask."

"What about Edmund?"

"Edward," I corrected. "What about Edward?"

"Why no pictures? Is it because he's a vampire?"

"No," I snapped. "He took my pictures before leaving and-- Are you writing all of this down?"

"Yeppers."

"Why?"

"It's a good story. I think it's highly marketable, and I'd rather think about your delusions than my own at the moment."

I almost felt badly for her. I mean, I had a pretty good idea about what had happened to her from what she had mentioned in group, but it was so hard to like her when she was always so abrasive.

"Stop asking me questions. What about you, Flanagan? What's the last thing you remember?"

She dropped her notebook. Instantly her eyes were terrorized. "The woods," she whispered. "I can hear howling."

-({})-

The blond doctor checked my vitals and asked, "Do you remember your name?"

I opened my mouth to speak but felt like my tongue was coated in cotton.

"Isabella Flanagan."

The doctor frowned and continued, "Why are you here, Bella?"

"The last doctor said I have Dissociative Disorder, although I've recently been upgraded to Dissociative Identity Disorder."

"Do you believe that's true?"

"Look, I know I'm sick, but I can't be expected to properly articulate myself on this drug."

The doctor sighed. "I'm going to ask you some straightforward questions," he explained, shining a penlight into my pupil. "How old are you?"

"Thirty-three."

"Where are we?"

"Southlake Hospital, Critical Care."

"What State are we in?"

"Both of us? I'm in a pretty frazzled state but you seem to be keeping it together."

"Bella, that's not what I meant...what city are we in?"

"Toronto."

"Country?"

"Canada."

-({})-

"Do you believe in time travel?" I asked Edward when my eyes finally opened. "I've travelled all over the place tonight. Did my body leave too, or just my mind?"

"Bella," Carlisle said carefully. "You were here. We were both speaking with you the entire time."

"I'm not real," I insisted.

"You are," the vampires told me, in unison.

"I remember Isabella Flanagan. If she's real, then who am I?"

"Isabella Marie Swan." Edward wrapped his arms around me and lowered his face against my shoulder. "The only woman I've ever loved. I know you, Bella."

"Why does it matter when I forget myself all of the time? I could just disappear and--"

"No," Edward snapped, kissing my fingers. "I'll always be here to remind you of who you are."

"I'm... confused. Who's Flanagan? Why do I remember her?"

Carlisle and Edward exchanged exasperated looks but said nothing.

"Who is she?!" I demanded.

"A patient, Bella. Your roommate at Southlake."

-({})-

Sonja brushed my hair because I needed to keep my mind off of the fact my universe just splintered apart. My mind had become a black hole and the only thing keeping me from disappearing beyond the event horizon at the moment was crazy-assed Cum Bucket.

"Where's your paper towels?"

"I'm over them. I'm onto Band-Aids now. I download Band-Aid porn and finger fuck myself to images of gauze and adhesive."

"I'm Moses," I told her, having no other response to her statement.

"Like, from the bible?"

"Nah, more like Charlton Heston."

"I'm from Texas. I think Moses should have been played by Chuck Norris. He'd part the Red Sea and fuck it. Fuck that bitch hard."

I almost smiled.

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