The mind is an amazing thing Isabella…the moments you want to forget, stay with you forever. However the ones you desperately want to remember….you cant. I watched you play soccer today in the back yard. I watched your face move from joy to frustration in a matter of seconds….When you couldn't seem to kick the ball in front of your feet, to the moments where it was just too far ahead for you to reach. Just like time. You tried sooo hard to control where that ball went, just like you will with time later on down the road. I love you babygirl.

Daddy.

Bella

Why isn't death easy? I promised to die daddy….I did….but I don't want to leave him. It's a thing of beauty isn't it dad? Love? Lord, if Jazz and I ever have kids…what are we going to tell them when they ask "Mommy where did you meet daddy?". What if he doesn't last dad? I didn't put a date on my death…just before when I'm supposed to. I wonder if Jazz can really see what goes on in my mind….or if my eyes just tell that much. Well dad…I'm on my way to meet my new psychologist, Jessica. Let's see how well this goes…..

The walls in the waiting room are pretty plain and pointless, but I suppose it occupies the mind to take in the minor details around you. The abstract painting of a cat on the wall, the strategically placed depression posters placed around the room…the fact that the secretary probably has lice judging by how much she's scratching her head. As you can tell…I don't like to wait. Glancing over at the culligan water system I literally started counting bubbles. My appointment was at Five in the afternoon I was ten minutes early. Forty seven bubbles later I heard a very calm, nasal voice call my name.

The face fit the voice. A tiny nose, plump lips, dim green eyes, poor complexion , and long platinum blonde hair described just the head of what I assumed was "Jessica."

"Jessica?" I asked testing my patience with the womans voice.

"Yes, why don't we head back to my office and get started? I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Oh, it wasn't a problem….just I would have you secretary checked for lice before she infects the whole damn building."

"Right, Isabella, are you, like, one of those girls who thinks I cant help you? Well I can't help you unless you help me help you. Does that make sense."

Not even with her for ten minutes and I hate her….

"Alright why don't you tell me why you're here."

So I told her. Everything about my dad, his wife, Jazz, my mum, my whole life story….even cutting. And when I finished about an hour she responded with two simple words.

"Anything else?"

I swear my feet had a mind of their own when they stood and stalked towards her. "I'm sorry…is my life not BAD enough for you Jessica?"

She quickly fumbled with her purse to grasp her card "just in case I needed anything."

I was on Jaspers doorstep in less than ten minutes….he had two simple words to share as well….

"That bitch."

(A/N) Hey guys sorry I haven't been on in a while things have been kinda hectic with studies but here ya go!