I know all you guys must want to strangle me, and im so sorry for that. if you are still reading my storys thanks and im sooooo sorry for the wait but i had writers block and today i was listening to skyscraper by demi lovato and it hit me..so thanks her and

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'Bella POV:

When I first listened to Alice tell me about getting help I was outraged. Who the hell did she think she was suggesting I had problems that I couldn't handle on my own. I wanted to kill her, but instead I settled for yelling Bloody Mary at her. She sat there and let me insult her, let me call her every name in the book. When I was done all she did was look me in my eyes and said im taking that as I yes. At that time I had to laugh after all that she still wasn't backing done so I didnt say anything I just looked at her and she slowly stood up and said "Ill be seeing you in a few Bells," then she walked out the room. When she suggested that I lie to my family and make them think I was dead I wasnt sure how to feel on that. I know they hurt ed me but I didnt think it was fair to make everyone else hurt to, especially not Edward. I know what your thinking how could I, his twin sister forget my own brother and think of someone who i just happen to have a crush on, nothing more just a crush or so I keep telling myself, sick I know, but I learned to live with it so do the same.

When I first entered this place I thought it was hell. First rule from Alice I couldn't be known as Isabella Swan anymore because everyone thought I was dead. They wanted so much of me from this place, first they had me start my treatment for cancer so I wouldn't die. Then they said I had to stop doing the drugs because it was killing me, At first I agreed but I was naive how could I forget about they withdraw. I was sick for days in pain, barely able to move, I was cranky to everyone and I snapped easily but they still refused to give me back my drugs. After a while I started doubting myself again, I talked myself into quitting saying nothing was happening anyways I begged Alice to come get me, but she wouldnt listen to me. she told the people that worked here what I was saying and they made me go to group council. They said the only way I was going to stop thinking like that was if I talked about. I instantly denied that, I was not down for talking but everyday the force something out of me to it all come spewing out.

I couldnt keep it in anymore I told them all about how I hated myself for pushing everyone away. I told them how I was jealous when I was saw Jasper with Alice I felt like she was taking my place. He was the last one I had to lean on and he was ripped from me by the wrongdoer. After I told them that they made Alice come in. She told me she was sorry and more bullshit that I wont repeat. Things started to look up from there, I knew I was getting better, I hadnt hurt myself in so long, for the first time in a while I felt happy without the drugs.

After a while I started thinking, I didnt want to make my family think I was dead so I sent one little letter to Jasper, I didnt know how wrong I was to have sent that, I didnt know it would cause so much trouble, and I didnt know I would have ended up getting people hurt and some killed in the process, if only I learned to listen to rules, if only I learned to stop being a hard head and just go with the flow like Alice said, none of this would of happened.

Jasper POV:

The day if happened I thought it was a sick joke someone was pulling on me, the more I thought about it the more angry I got, why did they have to do this to me? Why did they have to fuck up my life? I had so many question for the sender of this note, Why did this note have to come, did you do it to hurt me even more? Why did it have to mess with my head make me wonder and question everyone around me? Why did I check the mailbox that day? but most importantly, Why did i have to open it?.

4 weeks before:

I was sitting at the table not really doing anything, not really seeing anything, I was just numb. it was 3 months after her funeral. it sickening me that I couldnt even come to terms with myself to say her name, what type of brother was I. My father walked in looking just as big of a mess as I was. He hadn't shaved in months, he looked rough and frankly quite dirty too. He sat at the table just staring a the wood while I stared at him. "What are you looking at", he said quite rudely. I didnt comment on it, I rarely say anything anymore, I just move my eyes from him to look at the window. My eyes caught sight of the mailbox that look like it was about to blow. "Whens the last time you got the mail?", I asked my dad in a monotone voice. "Who cares", was his brilliant response.

I got up from the table and walked outside. It felt like I was in a haze. I was in the house with the mail on the table before I could even registered going outside. I slowly skim threw the mail, making piles of which were bills and which were unimportant. Some had her name of it invites and other stuff that I couldnt bring myself to read. I picked up the pile of trash mail about to throw them away when one slipped to the floor. Groaning I put the rest back on the table and went to pick it up.

I stopped short recognize the handwriting, it looks just like hers, I shook my head, Im going crazy now. my sister is dead, she has been dead for so long. something in me told me to open it, I tried to ignore it but I had to know what was inside. I guess that was my downfall right there. I slowly ripped the top of and unfolded the paper.

Reading the paper tears started to fall down my cheek hitting the floor making a small puddle, I didnt know how to feel, but I settle on mad, who the hell thought it would be a good idea to make a prank out of this, it wasnt funny it was sick and cruel and so immature. I balled the paper up and threw it on the floor. I had to get out the house so I called Alice and asked her to come get me. I needed someone to talk to this about and who better than Alice, she always knew what to say, she was perfect, or so I thought.

Charlie POV:

After jasper ran at of the house, I wanted to know what had upset him so badly. I looked on the floor to see the note crumpled. I slowly opened it and read. Thinking back on it now I wish I hadnt, I wished I hadnt been so nosiey, I wish I hadnt stepped into the kitchen that day, in for once in my life I wish I hadnt had twins.

I slowly dropped the crumpled paper on the floor leaving it hurtful words there. I called Billy and asked him to pick me up, I couldnt stay here anymore not right now.

Third Person View:

The note stayed on the floor laying there, haunting everyone with it words. scarring them for life. I don't think Bella meant to hurt anyone with this note, I think she wanted to help everyone but what she did was bad, she started a chain reaction to the simple note she wrote, she didnt know she was miss this deeply, she didnt know the consequences of her actions. If only she would have learned sooner.

So tell me what you think, sorry if there are misspelling or grammar problems i kinda down right now so yea but review and tell me what do you think of my comeback...