Author's Note; Chapters two and three, here they are! Please refrain from screaming at the additional character I added! And yes, the blonde receptionist last chapter was supposed to be Rosalie!
Chapter 2
"So, you can see the future?" Dr. Brown asked me as he stood by the door.
His white coat was yellowed and dingy. He had purple half circles under black eyes. Dark hair hung, greasy, in Dr. Brown's face.
"Can you hear me?" he questioned, raising his voice.
I ignored him, staring at the wall next to him. "Are you deaf as well as a freak?" He sneered as he stepped towards me. I didn't flinch, but he stopped a few steps in front of me. "Specimen doesn't react to sound or motion," he mumbled as he wrote on his clipboard.
I stared at my feet. I'm a specimen now, not a priority, as the receptionist said this morning.
"Why won't you cooperate?" Dr. Brown bellowed in frustration. "If you don't talk, you'll be punished."
I didn't listen to the threat, but simply looked up at him blankly. Dr. Brown nearly exploded. "NURSE, GET THE JACKET!"
Did I look as cold as I was? How the heck is a jacket punishment?
A nurse rushed in, towing along a pile of beige canvas. Straps hung from the bundle. I backed up on the bed, tucking in my legs and cowering against the wall. The doctor sauntered forward, followed by the nurse. He had a cruel smile on his face.
Dr. Brown lunged. He ripped my hands away from my body and the nurse shoved them through the sleeves of the coat and strapped them behind my back. I wriggled and fought uselessly against the restraints.
"Straight jacket," the doctor laughed, "defeats all."
The nurse retreated from the room, heading hurriedly down to another patients room.
"Well, good night," Dr. Brown said, backing from the small room, shutting off the lights and leaving me in the black.
I fell asleep after hours of trying to evade the jacket's clutches. When I awoke, the jacket was gone, but my wrists were strapped to the metal bed frame, bearing tubes attached to a bad of liquid on a pole. I had a horrible feeling that I was drugged, but I couldn't be sure. I was dizzy and disoriented.
I heard the door creak open and saw a face peering in. It was a boy, around my age, 16 or 17. Maybe even 18, but I didn't know. He was extremely pale. He pushed the door open and thrust a wheelchair into the room.
"Hello," he mumbled as he inspected the needles in my arms. I've heard his voice before, a velvet voice. His black eyes contrasted heavily with his white face and red hair.
"I'm Edward," he said awkwardly, noticing me staring at him.
"I'm Mary," I replied as Edward unbuckled the wrist restraints. I rubbed my arms, careful not to disrupt the needles. I pushed the blanket down and freed my ankles.
Edward began sliding the needles from my arms; the blood shone bright red against my pale skin. His teeth clenched and his eyes hardened.
"Blood makes you queasy?" I laughed as I stood and stretched my legs.
"You could say that," Edward managed a small chuckle as he pushed the chair forward. I sat down and he strapped my wrists to the arm rests. "Sorry."
"I'm not that dangerous!" I laughed, "I'm only 4'7"!"
"Sorry," Edward repeated as he wheeled me down hallway after hallway. I let him push the chair silently until I asked him where he was taking me.
"Dr. Brown said I am to take you to the shock treatment room," Edward said, quietly.
Shock treatment. "Um….what's that?" I asked.
"It's better if I don't tell you. I'm sorry," Edward said for the third time.
"Stop apologizing!" I scolded, "What have you done wrong? It's not your fault I'm here!"
Edward stayed silent as he pushed me through deserted corridors.
"Why does Dr. Brown hate me so much?" I asked, recalling the cruel smiles.
"It appears as though Dr. Brown hates everyone," Edward laughed.
"If he hates crazies so much, why does he work here?"
"I don't think you're crazy," Edward stated, then going silent again.
Edward was about to push my chair through a set of double doors when Dr. Brown crashed through them.
"Ah, Mr. Cullen. It only took you long enough to arrive, you useless…" Dr. Brown started.
"Sorry, sir," Edward Cullen mumbled as he surrendered my chair over to the doctor.
CHAPTER 3
As Dr. Brown hauled me away, I glimpsed back at Edward. I hoped that I imagined the look of terror on his face.
He brought us to a small room, brick walls. In the middle of the floor was a chair with wires surrounding it. Shock treatment.
He released he from the chair, shoved me into the new one, and strapped me into it. He placed wires on my bare arms and temples.
"This will hurt. But maybe it'll help. Even if it doesn't," Dr. Brown sneered, "I will be entertained!"
I glared at the doctor, who had a spring in his step. At least he told the truth.
Then, a pulse of electricity surged through my body. I bit my tongue hard, holding back a scream of pain.
I still felt the shock after Dr. Brown cut the power.
"Alice," a girl with long brown hair ran towards me, tripping clumsily over her feet.
"Bella!" I called in response, opening my arms for the embrace. Bella hugged me but retreated when she saw my hungry eyes.
"Oops." She stepped away.
When I saw the present, Dr. Brown stood in front of me, noticing my timeless eyes. His face radiated disgust. He took my shoulders, jumping slightly from the shock he received, and shook me hard. My head hit the chair with a dull thud, and I drifted into unconsciousness.
His golden eyes looked into mine. His blonde hair was fly away. He had a crescent-shaped scar above his eye.
"I love you," Jasper said as he opened his arms to me.
"I had no idea," I teased as I stepped into the hug.
I awoke to see the hallways gliding by me. No, I was being pushed in a wheelchair.
"Careful," someone said behind me. "You hit your head."
I turned behind me to see Edward, pushing me down a hallway. My head throbbed.
"Ouch," I groaned as I cringed.
"That's what I thought," Edward chuckled as he pushed me into my room.
Dr. Cullen sat on the bed, holding a pair of gleaming scissors. A bored nurse with short hair sat next to him.
Author's Note; I originally had Esme in chapter two, but she got cut. :( sorry, Esme! And now you must review. I only got one review LAST CHAPTER! I refuse to post anymore until i have 6 reviews. so as far as you know, the story ends here. It doesn't. i wrote the whole story, and it does not end with a pair of gleaming scissors and a bored nurse. and i couldn't resist adding Edward! He's dreamy! 3 3 Review and tell me what you'd like to have happen to Dr. Brown! he's such a meanie! :(
