I got 15 reviews, that's all, 15 reviews for one of the most important chapters in this story. Sigh. Anyway, this is for Alejandra, she is amazingly is awesome and without her, I don't know how I can keep going!

Okay…I have a little contest here for you people. I wrote this story based on a song. Whoever can get the name of the song correct or closest to the whole Bella cutting herself, hating life and Edward trying to help her out deal will get a prize! BUT, I'm sorry Ale; you can't join this because I already told you what song it was. But hey, at least I let you read most of this chapter before anyone else!

Oh Yhea, this story is no where near the end! The big, major climax hasn't even approached.

Missing Piece of the Puzzle

Chapter 10:

E.P.O.V.

I never realized how good I had it – how good I have it.

I've always have my family to support me no matter what. I have friends who I can trust and count on. I've gotten everything I could ever ask for and more. All my wishes have come true and all my dreams feel real. I've lived life at the fullest and never regretted any moment of it. But when you have my life, how can you want something to have never had happened?

Growing up, I knew I had the best life out of all my friends, but I never bragged or took advantage of it. I noticed when other people didn't have it as good at me.

When Emmett's dad didn't approve of him going to high school football practice instead of studying.

When Jasper had to work through high school to save money for college.

When Rosalie's mom wanted Rose to be the one modeling fashion instead of studying it.

And worst of all, when Alice lost her parents - my uncle and aunt.

My parents always went to every single one of my games. I never had to work for the money I have. Heck, I never even had to lift a finger to get anything I have. Sure, I had to get good grades, but school work was natural for me - like a second language. Give me an assignment and I could do it as good as the teacher, if not, better. My mom and dad were always supportive for whatever career path I chose, even if it wasn't medical like my dad. And best of all, I've never lost someone – or two someone's – who meant the world to me.

Yhea, you can say I have a great life.

Then why does it feel like its crashing down?

Why do I feel like I've lost someone so important to me – Bella - when she's right next to me?

I tried to kill myself. I tried to kill myself. I tried to kill myself.

The same sentence keeps chanting in my head over and over.

I never knew loving someone could be so hard and painful. It's like putting your hand on a flaming stove but never taking it off, no matter agony. Maybe it's because you know that once you take your hand off of that stove, all you'll have left over is a damaged, useless hand. When you love someone and let them go, it's a damaged, useless heart. Broken.

Believe me; I've tried not to live with Bella in my life, she sure is a handful – two handfuls and a mouthful. I've tried to get away and not be involved with her. I know how simple my life can be without running around to take care of her. All that weight on my shoulders could be taken off if I just forget about Bella, but she's like an addiction. I can't bear a second without her. It's like being an alcoholic with drinking water when a beer can is only a dollar or two away. Imagine being a weed head and having a bag full of your drug sitting right next to you and not opening it.

I've had so many idea's to be able to resist that bag of weed and just walk away – just walk away from Bella's life. But then, I would end up hurting her and leaving her alone, just like her parents. And I do not want to resemble them what so ever.

Suicide is the lowest a person can go. It's the deepest and fastest way to Hell, well, in most religions. I can't believe Bella was committing suicide. I can't believe she's brought physical pain on herself to relieve of all the emotional agony. I can't believe she hasn't had any fluids in her body because she actually wanted to die. I can't believe she's hurting so badly, she would take away her own life if she could. But worst of all, I can not believe she didn't come to me.

I've been here for her and given her so much to offer. Does she still want to die even when she's met Em, Rose, Alice and Jasper - does she still want to die even after she's met me? Apparently. Ouch. That hurts.

I stayed in my seat, in a daze as my thoughts raced in my head, and didn't say a word. Bella seemed to get worried. "Edward? Edward, are you alright?" She tugged at my arm.

I nodded and Bella was about to say something else but a nurse with a cart full of food came in the room.

"Alright, Isabella," The young, blonde-haired nurse smiled as she wheeled the cart to the other side of Bella's bed. "Here is your late night dinner. Dr. Cullen requested that you have plenty of liquids and some light food, such as crackers. Once we see how your system reacts to it, we'll give you more food and fill you up." The nurse smiled sweetly at Bella as she moved the tray of food over Bella's legs. "Now," She started again. "Try to remember that-"

"I'm going to step out for a while – get some fresh air." I whispered in Bella's ear.

She gave me a concerned look but nodded. I tried to smile back at her and the nurse as I got up form my seat and walked to the door, but I think my smile looked too strained. Well, Bella did just tell me she was trying to kill herself, that's a good enough of an excuse. But what did she expect? For me to just smile and jump up and down with joy as I sang, "Good for you! Gosh, Bella, I'm so proud!" Nope. Don't think so.

I sighed and leaned against the wall when I finally exited Bella's room. Walking to another corridor, I stuffed my hands in my front pockets. As many times as I've been in this hospital – and that's more than any person in a life time – I didn't know where I was going. And quite frankly, I don't really care.

Trying to find a new way to deal with your emotional drama is one thing, but suicide. Now that's another. How could Bella even let that thought through her head? Suicide. It sounds so…final. I guess it is, I mean, it is death. That's the lowest a person can go – even for Bella.

I still didn't know where I was going; my feet were jut taking me to some random place on the fifth floor, but I'm sure it doesn't matter. But sometimes, the smallest things could make a big difference.

I smiled down at the little girl with the green bandana tied on her bald head and at her mother who was walking with the girl's IV. The little girl blushed and tried to turn her attention to the different colored tiles on the floor.

I kneeled down and used my right index finger to lift up her fragile head. Cancer usually takes the most innocent lives. "Hey, Cutie," I smiled whole-heartedly at the blushing girl. "What's your name?"

"Kelsey," She barely whispered.

"Kelsey," I repeated. "That's a very beautiful name for a very beautiful girl."

She didn't blush like I expected her to, instead, she looked somewhere between mad and sad. She was upset. "I'm not beautiful. My hair all fell out because I have some sort of ball in my brain. I don't like it! My hair used to be a really pretty color – brown." Her mother started choking on a sob.

The girl, Kelsey, continued. "But the doctor said if I get better, I get my hair back! Isn't that right, Momma?" Kelsey looked up expectedly at her mother.

Her mom had a sad smile as she looked down at her brave girl. "Yes, that's right, sweetie."

Kelsey smiled at her mom, then back at me.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Ten." Kelsey, proudly, answered. She even put up her hands and spread her fingers out, showing me her ten fingers, emphasizing her age.

"Well," I began and briefly looked up at her mother then back at Kelsey. "I'm Edward." I took my hand out and felt her weak grip as she shook it. She put her arm down back to her side as our hands parted. "Kelsey, I want you to promise me that you'll stay strong, okay?" I asked. "Do what the doctor tells you and listen to your mommy, they know what's best for you. If you do – guess what? – that ball inside your brain might just go away and you can get your gorgeous hair back."

She smiled brightly and nodded her head eagerly. "I promise! And I always keep my promises, don't I, Momma?"

The women stared down at her child lovingly, but with tired eyes. "Yes you do, honey."

"Well, I have to go now." I said and gave Kelsey a warm hug and she rested her bald head on my shoulder.

"Thank you, Edward." She whispered.

I hugged her tightly, but not too tight so that I wouldn't hurt her. "You're welcome." I whispered back.

I gave Kelsey a light squeeze, but just as I was about to get up, she placed her tiny hand on my shoulder. "Wait!" She exclaimed and removed her hand to do something behind her head. She untied her green bandanna and held it out to me. "For you." Kelsey said when I stayed staring at her gift.

I looked back at her and saw she was grinning from ear to ear. Her mother gasped and let go one hand from the IV poll to cover her mouth. I felt the tears in my eyes as I carefully took the bandanna form her hands. "Thank you." I breathed and got up.

Kelsey smiled at me once more before tugging her mom's sleeve and then they set off walking the opposite way. A single tear slid down my cheek as I clutched the bandanna in my hands and watched 10 year old Kelsey walk down the hallway. How could she be so happy and full of life when she has cancer? And so young.

Her and her mother must be very strong to face this life everyday – the life that could easily be taken away from both of them.

As they were about to turn onto another hallway, Kelsey turned around and waved happily at me. I quickly wiped away the tear with the back of my hand and waved at her with the hand that was still holding her – mine now – bandanna. Kelsey giggled happily, full of joy, and continued walking. I stared at the corner where she disappeared for a while, and then I knew where my feet were taking me. I remembered my mom was volunteering at the children's section of the hospital today. (That explains running into Kelsey.)

Suddenly eager to ask my mom where my dad was at, I hurried down the hallway.

Finding my mom wasn't very difficult. There were a bunch of parents and their children crowding the story time section. My mom and Alice – Alice always loves to give back to the less fortunate since she knows how it feels to lose people that mean the most to you – never do anything under done.

I smiled to myself as my walking slowed when I saw what story they were re-enacting. The legendary Little Red Ridding Hood, everyone's favorite. Most of the kids were short and all the parents were seated on the blue magic carpet, so I could see perfectly as I stood in the far back with my arms folded in front of my chest.

The story was about to end. Alice was Little Red and my mom was the grandma. I'm not saying this just because she's my mom, but she does not look anything close to playing the grandma. Alice said some lines, then my mom chimed in a few final words, and they hugged as the rest of the audience clapped and cheered for their performance. I grinned and started clapping for them as well.

My mom and Alice took a bow and smiled at the families. Alice's eyes were gazing at everybody's face, but when she saw me she smiled even brighter and waved for me to go to the front with her. I lowered my hands to my sides and made my way through the families that were descending back to their hospital rooms.

By the time I made it to the front of the magic carpet, Alice had taken off her red cloak and my mom had her hat and apron off and folded it on one of the small colored chairs.

"Edward." Alice smiled and squeezed my waist.

"Hey, Alice." I hugged her petite figure and patted her ink colored hair. "I'm guessing story time went well, as usual."

She released me and nodded. "Did you see that little baby?" Alice cooed. "He was even smiling and laughing! Emmett was so nice to help out today – we needed a Big Bad Wolf." She grinned.

"Emmett was here?" My voice was laced with confusion.

Alice nodded. "Yhea, but he took off when his part ended, something about not being able to resist not seeing 'her'" She used her skinny fingers to make quotation marks in the air. Alice looked confused but shrugged it off and starting folding her red cloak.

She didn't know what Emmett meant by not being able to resist not her, but I did. He couldn't handle not checking up on Bella to make sure she was okay. Ever since I kicked him out of the hospital when Bella got assigned a room, he's been begging me to let him come and visit her. The bond between Bella and Emmett is so amazing, and they've only known each other for less than two weeks. Actually, today at this time last week, Bella and Emmet went out for their first outing together, with Jasper along, of course.

I also made Emmett not to tell anybody about Bella's stay in the hospital. It's Dad that I'm worried about, really. I hope he hasn't said anything to Mom…

"Edward!" My mother came at me with open arms. I hugged her smiled into her soft hair. "What are you doing here?" She asked once I released her.

"Just here to…hang out." She gave me a questioning look as Alice placed her folded cloak on top of my mom's 'costume'. I gave up lying to my mom, she see's everything. I sighed. "I'm here to talk to Dad."

She didn't ask any questons but nodded. Alice came up from behind her and smiled. "So, what are we talking about."

"I was just asking Edward what he was doi- What's that?" My mother asked with her brown eyes strained on the bandanna Kelsey gave me in my hand.

"Oh," I tried to think of a reason. "Umm, it's nothing." I said quickly and stuffed the green item in my back pocket. "So," I rubbed my hands together and smiled. "Anyone know where Dad's at?"

My mom forgot all about the bandanna. "Oh," She blinked. "He's in his office, I believe." She looked down at the silver watch my dad had given her for their anniversary last year. "Hmm…" My mom said to herself. "He said he was going to be in his office by ten and it's ten-thirty. He should still be there."

"Ten?" I echoed in disbelief. Man, I must've walked longer than I thought. How fast did the time go by? Shoot! Bella's probably been all alone, I need to go back.

Alice narrowed her eyes. "Yes, ten. Why? Are you meeting someone?" She eyed the bandanna in my back pocket.

"No reason," I lied. "Umm…you know what? I'll just call Dad later or something. See you." I smiled and gave me my mom a hug.

Alice had an expression that made me think she was in deep thought. As I pulled away from my mom's embrace, I placed a light kiss on her cheek and moved towards Alice.

I ruffled her spiky hair and smirked. "Don't think too hard, you might hurt yourself." I tried to lighten her mood. She didn't laugh, but shook her head as if she was clearing her thoughts.

She sighed and placed her light hand on my arm. "Edward, if you need anything, you know you can come to me, right?" She asked with nothing my love in her eyes.

I gave her a hug and a kiss on her head. "I know."

"And if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you." She added.

I smiled at the love shinning off of my sister/cousin and looked back at my mom. "I know I can come to either of you, and if I need to, I will. Don't worry, it's just a guy thing, you know. I need some advice from dad."

Alice looked relieved and smiled as my mom grinned and touched my cheek. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Of course we understand, sweetie." She laughed to her self. "I can't imagine what I'll do if you came to me with questions beyond my understanding." She laughed lightly under her breath again and moved past me. Alice smiled at me and followed my mom.

I grimaced to myself. I hated lying to them when all they want to do is help me. Worst of all, I hated and felt guilty that they actually bought it. I don't want advice from my dad; I just need to ask him not to tell anyone Bella is in the hospital. Even worse, I don't want him to tell them why she's in the hospital. I can't imagine what they'll think of me. Except for Emmett, he seems to understand perfectly…well; at least I think he does.

When I asked him what he thought of me for liking a girl like Bella (I know it sounds harsh, but that's the only way I could put it. Besides, Bella is amazing once you get past the cutting and suicide part…) these were his exact words.

"Dude, don't sweat it; I still like Bella. Not the way you like her, of course. But, you know, in the big brother kind of way. It's the same way I feel for Alice. Besides, I don't care if she cuts herself, does drugs or sleeps with random people." He smiled to himself and I can bet it's because he remembered the way he tricked Bella at the baseball game when he was trying to distract her. "As long as she's a girl and you like her, I'm happy for you."

He paused for a moment to think then added, "I'm pretty relieved, actually. Before Bella came along, I was starting to think you were gay." He grinned to himself.

In a way, I guess that's Emmett's approval for Bella.

I ran back to Bella's room and soon found myself turning the handle to her door. When I entered, I found Bella licking a spoon clean from a chocolate pudding cup.

"Hey," I tried not to laugh at the sight of her.

The tray of food the nurse had left was now only rappers and trash. Bella's blushed with whatever blood she could manage and put the plastic spoon down.

"Hi," She said as the redness in her thin cheeks cooled down.

"Sorry I've been out for so long," I apologized as I sat back down in the chair that I had left next to her bed. "I was walking and…I just lost track of time." There I go lying again. But I really did lose track of time, so did it really count as a lie?

Bella waved her hand in the air, dismissing my worries. "Don't worry about it. You've been here for nearly three days; I was surprised you hadn't gotten tired of this place yet." She smiled.

"Well, I am the son of a doctor; a hospital is like a second home to me." I smiled back at her but then frowned when I remembered what was in my back pocket.

The hospital is like a second home to me because my dad is a doctor. The hospital is like a second home to Kelsey and other kids because they might die if they go back to their welcoming homes. I pushed the sad thought away and tried to focus on Bella.

"True." She nodded once. Bella suddenly got red again. "Umm…" She said shyly.

"Yes?" What's wrong? I added mentally.

"The nurse said they were going to help me take a shower since, apparently, I'm too weak form the blood lose, and she was coming back in a few-"

Right on cue – how cliché – a soft knock was heard from the door and the same warm-smiling nurse came in with towels, shampoo and other essentials for a bath.

"Oh." I got up to my feet. "I guess I'll be back in half an hour…?"

The nurse smiled and nodded. "We should be done by then. Excuse me for not introducing myself earlier, Mr. Cullen." She placed the towels and shampoo at the foot of Bella's bed and took her hand out. "I'm Nurse Bernadette Garcia." I shook her hand.

For some reason, her name rang a bell. Then it hit me. "You're the new nurse."

She, Bernadette, smiled sheepishly. "Yes, I'm still in my second year in college working on becoming a nurse, and having an internship here at the hospital for a semester is my assignment."

Wait a minute, Jasper, Rose, Em, Alice and I got internships for a semester as a grade, too. I wonder…"By any chance, do you go to the college here in Seattle?" I asked.

Bernadette nodded. "Yes, ever since I told you father – who is a great pleasure to work with, by the way – about me, all he's been trying to do is set me up on a date with you."

I sighed and shook my head. "You have to forgive him; he always does that with new and beautiful nurses." I grinned.

Bernadette laughed. She seems nice, and we go to the same school. We both want some what medical classes; I'm surprised I haven't seen her. She could be a really good friend, but that's all, a friend. I hate it when my dad tries to get me on blind dates with nurses.

"Thanks. Now," She turned her attention back to Bella – who I had forgotten was here the entire time. "Are you ready for your bath, Bella?" Bella? I guess they must've spent some time talking after I left.

Bella – who had just witnessed me using my 'charm', as my dad calls it – looked back between me and Bernadette and nodded

"Great!" I could tell Bernadette loved her job. Most nurses do, but others hate it. I'm glad Bella got such a good nurse. "You, out! No boys allowed." Bernadette pointed to the door and grinned.

I knew she was playing around, but I also know she really meant I had to step out. I held up my hands in front of my face, showing her a sign of defense, and looked back at an unusually quiet Bella. "I'll be back later." I smiled at both of them and walked out the door.

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In a blink of an eye, I found myself standing outside of my dad's office. Through the small window in the door, I could see him seated behind his wooden desk and eating a sandwich my mom made for him, no doubt.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times. I could see my dad wipe a napkin over his mouth, "Come in!"

I opened the door and walked in. "Edward, "His tone was less cheerful and a bit more serious, but not too serious, though. "What are you doing here? Is everything alright with Bella?" He asked wearily.

I sighed and took a seat in one of the leather chairs in front if his desk. "Have you told anyone about…Bella being here?" I asked slowly.

My dad looked me over. "No," He answered. "No, I haven't. Why? Is there a problem?" He's still in a bad mood, I see.

I took a much needed deep breath. "No, there's no problem, but I would really appreciate if you didn't tell anybody why Bella's here." He was about to say something but I stopped him. "Except for the other doctors and nurses, of course."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you embarrassed by Bella?" He accused. Anger filled my veins.

Embarrassed? He thinks I'm embarrassed by Bella? "No!" I got up from my seat. "If you want to talk about embarrassment, why don't you talk about the way every time a new, young, nurse comes here, you practically tell her to hook up with me!" I snapped.

My dad looked up at me in shock. "Sorry." I apologized and calmed down again. "I haven't had much sleep." I even rubbed my eyes at the same time to prove my point.

"Edward, I've told you before, I only want you to be happy. How can you be happy when Emmett and Jasper have a girlfriend's and you don't?" My father asked. "I want you to be happy with someone; I don't want you to end up alone."

"I'm still 20!" I took a deep breath and reassured myself he only wants the best for me. "Dad, I have plenty of time to look for someone." I sighed. "Look, we've been through this same conversation a hundred times, please; let's get back to the main subject."

My dad looked at me thoughtfully then nodded. "Of course, so if you're not embarrassed by Bella, the only other reason you don't want me to tell your mother and Alice about her being in the hospital is because…"

I guess I never really thought about that. Yet, I still knew why I didn't want Alice to find out. "I don't want Alice to worry about Bella." I said and looked down at my lap.

I didn't need to see him to know he looked confused. By the sound of his voice, he really was confused. "Why would Alice be worried if your patient was in the hospital?"

I looked up and saw my dad looked deeply confused, indeed. "Because," I said slowly. "If Alice finds out, she'll tell Rose or Jasper. Is she tells Japer, he'll tell Em and Rose and if Rose finds out first, she'll tell Jasper and Em. But it doesn't really matter with Emmett since he already knows Bella's here." I bit the inside of my mouth and waited for what my father was about to say next.

"So what if Alice tells them? Yes, and I've been meaning to ask you, why was it that you sent Emmett here when Bella first got to the hospital? I mean, he doesn't even know her. And I know Emmett can be emotional – I've seen him cry in Disney movies – but why did he look so torn up when he saw Bella?"

I braced myself as I answered the questions I knew he was going to ask. "Emmett, Alice Rose and Jasper know Bella. Em and Jazz even went to the movies with Bella and we all got together to throw Bella a birthday party last Wednesday."

"Oh," My dad said and he looked like he was trying to solve an exceptionally difficult Algebra problem in his head.

"Dad," Might as well come clean. "Bella and I have gotten really close, so close in fact, that she's one of my best friends. She, the gang and I even played baseball together for her birthday – she hit a Rosalie Special! Everyone gave her gifts because everyone loves her Dad. We all care for her and I don't know why, but we love her. If I tell them Bella's in the hospital, they'll get worried. I mean, I even have to constantly keep Emmett away from Bella's room, and imagine how they'll react when they find out why Bella's in the hospital. They only know about her parents, nothing else. And if they find out she's been cutting herself since she was fourte-" CRAP!

Crap, crap, crap!! He wasn't supposed to know that! My eyes widened with horror as I realized what I just told my dad. Great, now he can get mad at me for getting too personal with my patient and for not telling him how she got all those cuts!

My dad jumped up from his chair. "What! Edward! I am ashamed of you, as your father and a doctor! You know you're not supposed to be involved with you patients like that! You know how much trouble it causes! Even worse, you brought Alice and your friends down with you. And how could you've not told me she caused those scars upon herself!"

His face was even turning red from anger. "This is serious, Edward! I know Bella doesn't have the best parents, and I'm glad you at least told me that much because I know confidentiality between you and your patients is important, but so is their health! Both physical and mental! I wish you would've told me she's been cutting herself. Do you know that could lead to? Suicide. Suicide, Edward!" He stopped for a moment to take a deep breath as his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How do you know she stopped eating and all of that so she could die? That's it, isn't it?" He asked me. "That's why you almost found her dead. She was trying to kill herself. Oh God…Edward! That's insane, crazy, and…and…!"

"That's why she needs me!" I shouted as I, too, rose from my chair. "Dad, why do you think she needed to see a psychologist in the first place? Bella's needs help and I know that – I am the help!"

"If you're the help then why was she half dead two days ago?!" He growled.

My dad and I took long, deep breaths from all the shouting. "Look," He finally said. "This is too much news for me to handle all at once. I'll talk to you later about getting too personal with, with…"

"Bella." I stated.

"Isabella. Her file name is Isabella, the name on her birth certificate is Isabella, and so, I shall call her Isabella." He said in a harsh tone. "But right now, I have a patient to get to." He walked around his desk and stood in front of me. "You know everything about her, which is why I won't forbid you from seeing her…now. You can help me understand her more."

My father shook his head and sat down on top of his desk with his face in between his hands. I stayed standing up, with my arms crossed over my chest.

"You should have told me, Edward." His tone was soothing now, no longer holding that hint of anger. More fatherly. "If you knew she was trying to commit suicide, you should have let me know." He sighed again and lowered his hands. "Bella really does need help. But not you, Edward. Yes, she needs you – and Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie now – but for support. Edward," He got up and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I think Bella might need to…"

He told me what he thought and, sadly, I under stood.

I thanked him and we both apologized to each other for our outbursts. I guess that was too much for him to handle.

As I walked back to Bella's room, I thought about what he had told me last. I'm just a student; I don't even have a degree yet. Bella needs someone who knows what their doing and who isn't personally involved. Even though I can't help in every single way I want to, I can still help. I will help.

When I walked into Bella's room and found her in pony-tails with big white bows at the end. To top it off, she even had a scowl plastered on her face.

"They won't let me take these hideous things off." She said in an annoyed tone as I, once again, sat down on the chair next to her bed.

"At least you're cleaned and showered." I tried to lighten the mood but my tired and confused mood didn't make it sound right.

"I feel so violated." Bella shuttered.

I laughed out loud. That was hilarious. I can already imagine how awkward it must be for Bella to have someone give you a bath….especially when you're 18.

"Seriously!" Bella didn't seem to find it funny. "I've cut myself, I've had a stranger give me a bath and I was forced to wear these stupid bows – I'm going to write a book when I grow up about this."

I chuckled and she smiled to see me laugh. As I quieted down, I realized just how tired I really was because I yawned.

Bella frowned. "You're tired, you should go to bed."

I shook my head, "I have something to tell you." She got serious. "I talked to my dad…and I might have accidentally told him about your cutting…"

Her body stiffened. "What?" She hissed. "Edward!" God, I just do everything wrong, don't I?

Ugh! I need sleep! "Bella!" I snapped and she shrunk back under her covers.

I rubbed my eyes. "Sorry, just please…let me talk." She sighed but nodded unwillingly.

"My dad knows about your past, about your cutting, about to trying to commit suicide-"

"I didn't think of it as suicide!" She complained. I gave her a stern look and she shook her head. "Fine, I'm sorry, continue."

"Thank you," I took a deep breath. "Basically, the only thing he doesn't know about is the gang, and I think we should tell him. But Bella, he doesn't think I'm enough to help you, heck! I don't think I'm enough to help you! I'm still in college."

Bella narrowed her eyes. "What are you saying?"

I looked down at my feet. "My dad and I think it's best for you if…if you see a specialist."

"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant

Long chapter since it's been a long wait. First chapter fully in Edward's point of view…What do you think?