I don't own Twilight… though I like every other person out there I would shoot the guy next to me for a chance to own it!

Ok so some of you may be wondering 'what was with the flames in the last chap'… In my story Bella has a mental Illness called Schizophrenia. First of all I would like to say that I don't have/ know anyone that has it so some of the things that I say may not be accurate. I did look it up though and read the symptoms and what it does so hopefully everything will be accouter. I would like to apologize to the people before hand if something I say offends them. I really don't want to offend anyone I just thought it would be an interesting thing to write.

Bella's Pov

I don't know when I first started to get the hallucination. I have had them for as long as I could remember them. When I was little I didn't understand that other people didn't see what I saw. I would tell people and they would call me a liar. The other kids thought I was weird and didn't want to make friends with me.

When I realized that none saw them but me I distanced myself from people even more. Sometimes it's hard to tell what is real and fake. I couldn't even tell in my younger years.

When I was twelve I used to think about maybe telling someone I saw and heard things. Maybe go to a shrink. But I couldn't imagine someone finding out! What if they thought I was crazy? What if they locked me up? Or even worse! What if they took it away?

I don't think I would be able to handle not having the hallucinations. They were the only things that got me though life

Face it

Sometimes fantasy was better than real life.

"Bella we're here."

Renee snapped me out of my thoughts.

I didn't even look at her as I went to the back to get my suitcase. I only had one. There wasn't much for me to bring just some clothes and a notebook or two, speaking of which I had one in my hands right now. I looked down at it. The page that it was opened to had an unfinished drawing of the Arizona landscape.

It was the only thing I could bring with me that would remind me how beautiful Arizona is. The only thing that could remind me how beautiful reality could be.

"Bella are you listening to me?"

My head snapped up to Renee. She had Tears running down her face. It seemed like she was in the middle of her last good bye speech.

Face it

Those were most likely face tears, or tears of joy. She was happy to get me out of her hair.

None cares about me

I care

"Bella!"

"Oh sorry." I looked at the air port coming up with an excuse to leave. "I should get going my plain will be here soon."

"Ok honey. Have a safe trip."

I nodded before walking away.

I sat on a bench waiting for Charlie. I had had a window seat on the way to Forks. The whole time I had stared out of it wishing to see even one glimpse of and angle.

Face it

I wouldn't see and angle. I couldn't control what I see.

"Bella is that you?"

I turned around. There was Charlie. He still looked the same as I had remembered him. I can't remember the last time I saw him though. Was it last year? Or was it the year before that?

I turned to him a smiled. I wasn't real but he didn't need to know that.

"Bella you grew so much I can barely recognize you! I'm glad you decided to spend some time with your old man."

Figures. Renee didn't have the guts to tell Charlie that she sent me hear. Instead she made some half ass lie about me wanting to come.

None cares about me.

I care

But who are you?

"It's nice to see you Charlie." I said with a small sad smile. I saw his falter at what I called him. But come on he didn't expect me to use the word dad or worse daddy, at least I had the right name. Right?

Now that would be bad.

"Well Bells let's get this to the car."

I nodded.

The car ride was silent. I wasn't a big talker and apparently so wasn't Charlie.

I stared out the window. We were driving through a forest and there were trees everywhere. But they weren't trees. As we drove past them they turned to liquid. They tried to keep up with use as we pasted but we were too fast. The browns and greens merged together in my window.

"I bought you a car."

Charlie shocked me out of the silence. Wait what did he just say?

"You what?" My voice didn't even sound surprised to me, just flat. This was the way I always talked though. A leveled monotone voice.

"I bought you a car. I got it off one of my friends down in La Push. He and I go fishing together his name is Billy, do you remember him?"

I shook my head no.

"Oh well It doesn't matter you were young. Anyway its and old thing but it runs fine. And Billy's son Jacob will fix it if it breaks."

I wondered if I should be happy for Charlie. That was the most I've hurd him say at once ever.

When we got to the house there were two people in the driveway. One was in a wheel chare and the other looked about my age. I was always bad at ages though so around my age could probable mean from fifteen to nineteen. Yah I know it's sad.

Charlie and I stepped out of the car.

"Hello Charlie! I got the fried chicken and the trucks right over there," Said the one in the wheel chair. He then turned to me. "You must be the famous Isabella that we have hurd so much about. You probably don't remember me but I'm Billy and that's my sun Jacob. You and he used to play when you were kids."

I vaguely remembered something about the boy. I had told him about one of my hallucinations and he had laughed at me.

That didn't matter though. Instead of shaking ether of their hands I turned to the truck in the driveway.

"Is that mine?" I asked.

Jake, Blake,… Danny?... Seemed to ketch up with my question first because he started to ramble on enthusiastically about the car.

I turned away from Car Boy; damn that nick name is sooo boring I may even forget it! Then have to make a whole new one up!

Any way Car Boy, … or is Family Friend better…, was still rambling when I faced Charlie.

"I'm going inside now."

When I found my room, it wasn't that hard it's a two bedroom house, I set my things down. It still looked the same as the last time I saw it, one, two years ago?

I put my things away before lying down in bed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad?

Face it

This wasn't going to be any different than in Phoenix. A change in scenery wouldn't help. And to make it worse I was an outsider. Forks was a town that everyone new everyone, Hell everyone's grate grate grandparents know each other!

I hurd the soft pitter patter if rain on my window and as I hurd it I could almost hear the soft beats of wings agents it.

Almost

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