Before anything happened. Before I saw Jacob or did anything stupid I went to the shrink. I lay there on the couch, supposedly those couches were to relax the patient but I thought it wasn't doing its job. It was a leather lounge chair so if you moved you squeaked or if you sweated it stuck to you. And my butt was stuck to the seat in an uncomfortable way because my air condition was broken. And I didn't have an Edward to buy a new air condition for me or Jacob to fix it for me. So I had to deal with it myself. Until I found that way I was riding with the windows down but right at the moment I was laying down with my butt stuck to a chair with sweat. Ew. And a weird pale male doctor, in his early 20's probably 26, with brown hair and a gotee sitting in a chair opposite of me.

"What is troubling you Bella?"

"I'm hearing a voice."

"Voices?"

"No just one voice. My previous boyfriend's."

"Is he dead?"

"No but he isn't really living either."

"Explain."

"It's complicated."

"Coma?"

"Well if you mean he's brain dead then yes a coma," I replied tartly.

"What does he say to you?"

"Oh he gets onto me when I'm in danger. He growls."

"Growls? Oh so it's a sexual voice inside your head." I uncomfortably sat up with the chair squeaking underneath me and my skin slapping against the seat making me wince. Darn my sweatiness!

"No… sometimes. But normally he's being sarcastic when he says that. He growls though when guys approach me that are dangerous."

"Am I dangerous?" The doctor grinned. I looked at him.

"You wish," I replied rolling my eyes.

"What does he tell you to do?"

"To be safe or he'll beat my ass."

"Oh so you like brutal relationships?"

"What?! No!" Then I thought for a moment self doubting myself. "Maybe… I don't know!"

"How does that make you feel?"

"Frustrated."

"And how does that make you feel."

"Frustrated that you're repetitive. Now how do you feel?"

"…What about your website? Does he know of it? Or did he know of it before the coma?"

"How do you know of my…"

"I'm a subscriber… for medical purposes." I glared at the doctor. "On teenage hormones."

"Yes he knows. Knew. Whatever. And he doesn't like it. Wanted me to live my life without him and see other people."

"And this is your way of seeing other people?"

"No its my way of revenge."

"But you said he was in a coma."

"Brain dead. Whatever."

"Well I'm going to prescribe you some medication to take whenever you hear these voices and here's my number if you need me," he wrote something on the prescription paper as he eyed me giving me the shivers. Get away from him Bella. I don't like his thoughts. How do you know his thoughts? You're not even here! Even if I couldn't read thoughts its kind of obvious his intentions. Edward he's a doctor! "Its my home number," replied the doctor with a wink. Told you so.