Chapter 11

*going ahead a few months, its January*

three months ago I got one last email from Edward, that was it, he was saying goodbye. He changed his phone number, email and address. Yep he moved without giving me a forwarding address. My only reason for living was gone. I now had no reason to live.

In December, Renée went to court. Charlie was still trying to get custody. Every single person who stood up to talk to the judge said I shouldn't go back. I would be dangerous. Even Carlisle came, but he wouldn't look at me. I stood up and said I wasn't going. The only people who thought I should go back were Charlie and unfortunately, the judge. Everyone being overruled by the judge, I had to go back to Charlie's. I had no choice. If I ran away the judge said he would put me in jail, so I went.

As soon as I walked into his house he started beating me. When I stayed during the weekends, he wouldn't feed me. When I needed my insulin he wouldn't let me have it. His excuse was that it "builds character". I don't know how long im going to be able to take this.

Dear Edward,

I'm sorry I couldn't make it until I turned eighteen. I can't do this anymore. You left. I don't need to live. I love you. Tell Carlisle and Esme that I love them like the parents I never had. See you on the other side

Bella SwanMay 222:23 A.M.

I had to explain to Edward, even if he never found it. I was sitting on my bed (at Renée's) with a gun I took from Charlie. I didn't belong here. I shouldn't even be here. I wasn't even welcome! I was ready to end my life

I picked up the bottle of pills, and swallowed several. They were strong pain killers and they worked quickly. I picked up the knife and made a cut from my shoulder to my wrist, hissing form the pain. Now all I had to do was wait, and it wasn't very long. I could feel myself fading away, hopefully forever…

Renée's POV:

Ugh. Why was I up? It is 2:30 in the morning, yet I felt like something was wrong. Slipping quietly out of bed I went to check the house. When I got to Bella's door I could tell something was wrong, so I opened the door to check

WARNING GETS DESCRIPTIVE

Bella was lying on the bed, she looked like she was sleeping. Her face was as white as a ghost; her breathing was slow and labored. Her arm was gushing blood, and there was a gun on her bed.

Quietly, so that I wouldn't wake any of the boys up, I ran around the house looking for my cell phone. I was wasting time where is it? I knew that every second was bringing Bella closer and closer to death.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"My name is Renée Swan, my daughter Bella is dying can you help me?"

"What has she done ma'am?"

"There is a bottle of pills, a knife and a gun in her room. HELP!"

"An ambulance will be there in a moment"

Carlisle's POV:

I was working in an emergency room in Phoenix, Arizona looking for Bella. Edward was being stupid and wouldn't talk to her. I was worried about her. In august she had given up. I had heard that Charlie was awarded custody, again. I was really worried. I loved her like a daughter.

"Attempted suicide, room 4 Dr. Cullen"

Lovely, why do people think that killing themselves is the answer?

Pulling out the folder I had a strange sense of déjà vu. I wonder why…

Isabella Swan

14 years old; 72 lbs.: 5'

Oh crap, Bella was the one who tried to commit suicide. Damn Edward! At least I found her.

"Someone flush the drugs out of her stomach, someone sew up her arm before she loses anymore blood. Quickly!"

Bella was stable, but unconscious. How could this happen? What happened? When she has left Forks, she weighed about 85 lbs., now she weighed 70. She lost fifteen pounds in ten months. That itself was extremely dangerous.

Since I knew that she had gone back to Charlie, I had the resident doctor do an evaluation, turns out Charlie hasn't changed. Still molesting Bella, not feeding her and not letting her have her insulin. Looks like I get to call CPS again.

There was one thing that I found strange, so I had another doctor do the same test to yield the same results. Now I had to do a DNA test, but first I needed to talk to Bella.

Bella's POV:

I could hear the sirens of the ambulance, the bustling of the paramedics. I could feel the IV being put into my arm, monitors to listen to my heartbeat and I could feel the tension in the room. I could have cut it with a knife. I could feel someone putting something down my throat and someone sewing up my arm. I wanted to tell them to stop. I wanted to die.

I could feel several other doctors taking tests on my body, under the orders of a very familiar voice. I must have been hallucinating because it sounded like Carlisle. What would he be doing here in Phoenix? There was no way that was Carlisle.

Would they ever stop doing tests on me? This was the third time a doctor cam e to do tests. I wanted to be awake. I wanted to see Carlisle. My heart started beating faster and someone entered the room. I swear my heart was so embarrassing. My eyes wouldn't open but for some reason the person who entered that entered t=he room was familiar. I felt whole, complete. Who made me feel this way? I could only think about one person who could do that to me…Edward!

Edward's POV:

Carlisle had called me in a panic saying that I had to come to the hospital. He had something to show me. What could he possibly have to show me in a hospital?

He had decided to walk very slowly. Room 212, room 214, room 216, room 218, what room are we going to? Finally he stopped. What was he talking about, I had to stay calm. Calm for what? Why? Why wouldn't I?

I walked in to the room and almost collapsed. On the bed was a girl who looked very familiar. Brown eyes, brown hair. She was quite underweight and had bags under her eyes. My heart figured it out who it was before I had the chance. My heart started beating faster. It only did that when Bella was near. What the heck. Who is this girl?