This is for Issac for doing a KICK-ASS solo with his electric guitar on Friday's pep rely! He is the most awesome AC/DC lover in the world and rocks at the guitar. And for all the 8th graders (me) for FINALLY winning the spirit stick! After two long year of losing to 8th graders, we finally get our turn. Even though Ms. Trevino broke the spirit stick…at least we won it! Woo-hoo!

Missing Piece of the Puzzle

Chapter 11:Specialist...As in Rehab?

E.P.O.V.

Bella stayed staring at me for a minute, her mouth slightly open. Can 18 year old girls who are in the hospital from trying to commit suicide go into shock? Probably.

"Bella," I waved my hand in front of her face. "Bella, are you alright?"

"Specialist?" She wasn't looking at me. "As in…rehab?"

I nodded my head and shoved my fists into my front pockets. Man, I'm so tired. "Something like that."

She finally got out of her 'shocked' faze. "Rehab! I should go to rehab? Why the hell should I go to rehab when there are alcoholics, and drug addicts out there like Charlie and Jazmin! That's so unfair!" Bella hit her bed with her closed fists. "I hate this! I hate my life! From being in the hospital, to committing suicide and now, to top it all off, I have to go to freakin' rehab! Ugh!" She started crying as she kept tossing and turning and banging her hands on the hospital bed.

She started sobbing, but I didn't know what to do. Should I call the nurse? Bella screamed. "Damn it!"

B.P.O.V.

I hate my life! Rehab! Rehab! They want to enroll me in a stupid rehab class! Damn it. Why the hell should I go? Can't he just make Charlie – wherever he is – to go instead? He an alcoholic, for Christ's sake! What about any of those stupid gang girls? They love getting drunk, high, and beating me. Tell them to go to rehab!

I hate my life! Does Edward now know why I wanted to die so badly!? Shit! Why did I even trust him in the first place? I should've kept my walls up! I'm an idiot! Idiot! Damn, and now to pay the price I have to go to rehab!

I started screaming and threw my pillow somewhere across the room. They're going to get through me before they put me in some place for insane people. I shrieked again and shoved the stupid blankets off of me. They don't even warm me up!

Yelling out again, I got on my knees and started pounding the mattress.

Stupid me. Stupid school. Stupid doctor. Stupid rehab. Stupid life. Stupid Edward! Why did he have to tell!? Damn it! I hate this! I just want to die already! I'm not good for anything!

Crap! I. Don't. Want. To. Go. And they can't make me! Crap!

I didn't even realize I was crying so hard until my vision got fuzzy, and I didn't hear Edward calling my name over my loud shrieking until he yelled really loud.

"Bella! Please, just calm down!" He begged as he tried to get me to stop hitting the bed.

I only yelled out in response. I could feel my tears landing on my knees and I knew I wasn't strong yet, but…damn it!

"Bella just…stop!" Edward was pleading and grabbed my elbow. He pushed me onto my back.

"Stop! Leave me alone!" I screamed at him. It was his fault they want to put me in fucking rehab. "Traitor!"

I started hitting his arm with whatever strength I had left. I hate him! It was no use, he was too strong. Edward grabbed both of my wrists with each of his hands and folded my arms across my chest as he got on the bed and held my back against his chest. "Let me go! Don't touch me!"

I kept screaming, yelling, hitting, and trying to get out of his grasp. Since I couldn't move any part of my upper body, I started hitting the bed with my legs; making it look like I was chopping something.

I heard Edward grunt as moved to carry me bride style on the bed. Shit! I can't hit anything now. Gosh, I'm so mad! No, I'm pissed!

After a minute of squirming, I was able to move my hands. I tore of those horrible bows and threw them over the bed. I felt Edward's grip loosen just a bit as he saw me take them off and I took my chance. I pulled away from him and crawled to the I.V. I got the tube from where it was connected to my arm and took off the tape that was keeping it in place.

I screamed really loud because I couldn't get the damn needle out of my wrist.

"No! Bella, leave that alone!" Edward rushed to me and pushed me back on my back again. He crawled over me and pinned my arms over my head. "Stop this! Calm down! It's going to be okay!"

"No it's not!" I screeched. I started tossing and turning but it was no use, Edward was way too strong and I didn't have much left in me to even sit up. Edward noticed my exhaustion and let me go. I curled up into a tight ball, blocking out the cruel world around me, and sobbed into my legs. As Edward came behind me, hugging me, I caught a glimpse of my surroundings.

The bed sheet was messed up, the thin, white blanket was ruffled at the end of the bed, two light blue pillows were at the foot of the door and the dreadful whit bows were at either side of the bed. God, I am crazy.

Realizing what I just did and having Edward witness it, I started crying harder.

I'm so stupid. I just acted like a total insane person, no wonder they want me in rehab. And Edward! I made a complete fool of myself in front of Edward. What's wrong with me? What's happening? Why did I do to deserve being like this? I probably just lost Edward's friendship and help.

If I lost his friendship, then way is he hugging me to his chest? Why is he still here for me? Doesn't he think I'm some insane psycho?

For the first time since I started freaking out, I listened to Edward. "Shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, Bella. Everything is going to be okay." I felt his lips press to my hair. "I'm here; I'm always going to be here. Just…please, don't worry. We'll work this out. I promise." He kept cooing and rocking me back and forth until I felt my eyes lids becoming ten pounds.

I yawned and realized I didn't need to die. Not anymore. I have Edward…

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"What do you think happened?" I heard someone whisper. I was still asleep but I kept hearing whispering. I think it was Nurse Bernie – she preferred Bernie instead of Bernadette – asking about the huge mess I left. Wait, didn't I throw the pillows? Huh, if I did, then where did I get this comfortable pillow I'm resting on?

I heard a deeper voice sigh. It was Dr. Cullen. "I…don't know. I think Edward told her about the specialist and she freaked. Most patients do that; it's very, very common.

"Umm…no offense Doctor, but that's not what I was asking." There was a pause. "Why is your son hugging Bella like that? It seems so…protective. It's kind of romant-"

"Nurse! They are not in a relationship. Merely patient and doctor." Dr. Cullen's voice was strained.

When Nurse Bernie spoke again, it sounded as if she was smiling. "What ever you say, Doctor."

I heard footsteps coming closer. "Edward, Edward! Wake up." I felt something shift under me.

Oh, Edward was the comfortable pillow.

"Hmm…What! What happened?" Edward let me go and I felt him jump up. Then he sighed, "Oh. Hi Dad, what's up?"

"Edward," Dr. Cullen began. "If you needed a place to sleep, you should've gone home. Isabella doesn't need 24 hour attention."

Ugh, I hate that name, Isabella.

"Yeah, well, I'm all she's got. Besides, I dozed off; I didn't realize I was asleep until you woke me up."

"Yes, well, I don't mean to sound mean or rude, but," Oh great, here it comes. He's about to insult me with everything he's got. "You smell horrible." Edward and his father both laughed.

Maybe Dr. Cullen isn't as bad as I thought. After all, he always smiles so warmly. Maybe he does like me… "I haven't changed clothes nor showed in days, excuse me for smelling bad." Edward's voice was full of father-son teasing. It made me smile.

I rolled around and was met by two pairs of gorgeous eyes. "Hi," I smiled.

Dr. Cullen visibly stiffened but Edward fanned out his crooked smile. "Hello, Sleep-Head."

I rolled my eyes. "Look who's talking. I was awake before Dr. Cullen woke you up." Edward gave me a 'doubt it' look. "Seriously, I was just too comfortable to move." I blushed and Edward's smiled broadened.

Dr. Cullen cleared his throat and Edward's head snapped to him. "Edward, you might want to go home and get some rest."

Edward looked back at me. Even though I hated to be without him, especially now, I knew he needed to go. He's done everything he could for me.

I nodded and Edward sighed. "I'll be back at…" He stopped to think and looked back at his dad. "What time is it?" Edward yawned. Seeing him yawn made me yawn.

"It's-" Dr. Cullen was interrupted with a yawn of his own. We all laughed and Doctor Cullen seemed to relax. "It's five in the afternoon."

"Too bad it's not nine in the afternoon." Edward smiled.

What the…How the Hell can it be nine in the afternoon? Dr. Cullen and I exchanged a glance, then looked back at Edward. "What?" He looked at his dad then at me. "You guys've never heard of Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At the Disco?"

"Who goes to a disco?" I asked. This is 2008 not 1800's or whatever year people discoed.

"And why would anyone panic there?" Doctor Cullen seemed just as confused as me.

Edward gave us an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. "Geez, never mind."

Dr. Cullen and I shrugged. Edward gave me a hug. "Be good. Everything is going to be okay." He whispered and gave me a squeeze. His dad patted him on the back as Edward rubbed his eyes and left.

"So," Doctor Cullen started picking up my mess. "I'm guessing Edward told you." He handed me the pillows.

"Thanks, and…yeah, he did. Sorry about the mess." I crossed my legs and placed the pillows on top of them.

Dr. Cullen smiled and grabbed the bows. "It's perfectly normal to react that way. I've had worse." He chuckled and threw away the ugly bows. "Sorry, Nurse Bernadette is in training as she just loves her job. I'll make sure she doesn't give you anymore bows."

I laughed lightly. "Thank you."

"Mind if I check up on your scars?" He asked politely with an eyebrow raised.

I hesitated then nodded. "Sure."

Dr. Cullen smiled as he folded up my sleeves. He unwrapped the gauze carefully and there was a sparkle in his eyes. "Perfect. Your healing even better, those scars and that wound should be closed and light pink in a week. Now, is it alright if I check your other cuts…?"

I blushed but complied. "Of course."

He rewrapped the gauze and moved down to my lower body. He lifted my hospital robe and took away the gauze. "So…umm, what do you think about the specialist?" Dr. Cullen was obviously having a hard time starting a conversation.

What did I think about rehab?

"I just…I guess I can go through with it. But umm…Dr. Cullen?"

He didn't look up; instead, he kept examining my cuts on my thighs. "Yes?"

"Why can't Edward be my specialist? I mean…what if I don't go to rehab? Can't I skip rehab and have Edward's help with whatever you guys wanted me to be working on?" My voice turned to a plea by the last question.

Dr. Cullen sighed as he wrapped up my thighs again. I feel like a freaking mummy.

"I'm sorry Isabella,"

"Bella," I corrected and smiled.

"Isabella," He continued and I frowned. Did I do something wrong? Besides committing suicide. "I think it's best for you to see a specialist. Edward is still in training and I think this is too much for a student to do. I mean, you can go to him if you need support, but a specialist is more likely to help you stop sooner." He got the blanket and threw it over my legs.

"What if I can stop by myself? Then do I have to see a specialist?" I begged. I swear, I'm about to get on my knees. Stop what? What do they want me to stop? Whatever it is, I'm sure I can do it on my own. I mean, it's not like they want me to stop cutting myself. Psh, like that's ever going to happen.

Dr. Cullen sighed as he wrote something on a chart. "I don't know, Isabella." Stop with the stupid name. "I'll have to talk to other doctors about it and get their opinion."

"But they aren't my doctor, you are. Their opinion doesn't matter." I stated. There is no way I'm going to lose this battle.

Dr. Cullen placed his pen in his tiny pocket from his white lab coat. "You want my opinion: Rehab is the place to go."

"The other doctors should definitely have their say." I pointed my finger in the air.

Dr. Cullen smiled and I put my hand back down. He seems to be warming up to me. Yhea, that's right. Fall into my trap and give in… Oh God, I'm talking to myself. Maybe I really do need to go to rehab.

"We'll see." He patted my head and headed for the door.

I sighed as he closed the door behind him.

There was a knock on the door. I looked around the room. I can't walk up to it and open it, so what am I supposed to do? "Umm…Come in!"

The door creaked open and two very beautiful girls came in. "Hi, I'm Esme and this is my daughter-"

"Alice." I finished the sentence for her. Right here, in my room, in the hospital, was Alice.

"Bella!" Alice dropped the basket she was carrying and rushed over to me. "What happened?! Are you okay? Oh, God….I'm going to kill Edward and Emmett!"

Now you sort of, kind of know why people freak out when someone tells them they might be going to rehab. Review please! I got 20 the last time; if you review this chapter, I have an exclusive gift for you!

p.s. Sorry for it being short, my mom is so cruel. Oh and if I had any mistake, I'll fix them another day.

Love, Mayface!