Wow. Because I said I would give you all a sneak peek for reviewing, I got 20 something reviews within 3 days. Awesome! Now I have 27 reviews for one chapter. That means 222 reviews in total. Okay, there are some things we need to talk about.

Bella: She isn't getting annoying and bratty. Think about it; try to put yourself in her situation. If all of that happened to you, you wouldn't exactly be a ray of sunshine.

Dr. Carlisle Cullen: Yes, yes, I love the feedback I'm getting about Carlisle. That is exactly the way I wanted you guys to feel. I know he's getting pretty mean. But as I said for Bella, try to put yourself in Carlisle's place. Having to see your 20 year old son crush on an 18 year old gang member who's been cutting herself for 4 years, has tried to commit suicide and is going to rehab isn't going to make you be Mr. Happy.

Thank you for reviews (specially the long ones) and I hope you like this chapter!

Missing Piece of the Puzzle

Chapter 12: Never hide things from Alice

B.P.O.V.

If you're looking for a way to make a bad first impression, here's how.

Start off by having someone find you in the hospital and scaring their daughter half to death. Then, explain that you're in a gang, your parents don't care about you, you don't have a dollar to your name, you've been cutting yourself for four years and you've recently tried to commit suicide. And if that's not enough, I recommend you tell that person you might be going to rehab. Yup, that sounds just about right to me.

But if that person seems so caring – so loving no matter what – then…I'm still trying to figure that one out.

"You poor, innocent dear," Esme – Dr. Hate Me's wife and Edward's mom – placed a gentle hand on my arm as Alice paced outside my door, talking – yelling – to Emmett on the phone. "Why, I wish Edward or Carlisle had said something to me." Her beautiful eyes shone with worry. Then she sighed. "I suppose Alice will handle them, but what about you?"

If I thought Edward got his good looks from his dad, boy was I wrong. This goddess is sitting right next to me, and she expects me to think she has two kids and is above thirty. Is she above thirty…?

"Umm…well, I guess I have to see a specialist" –rehab – "and try to…I don't really know what they want me to do, actually." I admitted.

It's so confusing. When you send someone to rehab, it's because they have a problem and need to fix it. I don't have a problem, so why should I go?

Esme gave me a sad smile and nodded. "Well, we'll find out soon enough."

Esme – unlike someone (cough) Dr. Cullen (cough) – is so sweet and caring. She's the perfect mother and I fell in love with her instantly. She's just one of those people you can't help but be polite to and smile with. I'm having a hard time just keeping my manners around her.

My door slammed open and a red faced Alice walked in, clutching a silver phone. "The big dumba-" Esme raised her eye brows at her daughter. "apple is on his way." Alice sighed and slouched on a wooden chair they asked Nurse Bernie to bring.

"Which dumb…apple is coming?" I asked.

"Emmett." Alice shook her head. "Edward didn't answer his house or cell phone; I'll call him later because it's his fault Emmett didn't tell me."

"What do you mean?" Esme asked with her head tilted to the side, causing her mahogany hair to slightly move.

"Apparently Edward made Emmett swear not to tell any of us because Edward didn't want us to worry about Bella. Edward didn't even let Emmett come visit Bella." Alice shook her head. "Edward is a dumb apple, too."

I smiled and Esme looked back at me. "Where are you going to stay – if Charlie really is gone?" She asked.

I never really thought about that. "Honestly, I have no idea."

"You could stay with me!" Alice chirped, but then frowned. "Never mind, you have to be a student to share a dorm with me and Rose."

Esme looked like she got an idea. "I got an idea." Go figure. "Why don't you stay with Edward? I'm sure he won't mind."

Me, Edward, and a master suit? Doesn't sound mad at all. No, that'll never happen. I shook my head. "I don't know. I'll have to see what's going on with Charlie. But don't worry about me, I'll be okay." I lied.

Esme looked me directly in the eye. "Bella, from the thirty minutes I've been with you, I know you're smart, caring, loving and a rotten liar."

Alice snorted. "Got that right."

I shrunk under the covers. "Okay, maybe I don't know what'll happen, but you really shouldn't worry about me."

"Bella, apparently, you seem so much to my kids and their friends. Of course I'm going to care for you as much as I do for each of them." Esme informed me.

"She's right," Alice said from the chair next to the door. "She's like a second mom to everyone." She winked at Esme.

Esme laughed breathlessly. "And they've sure been a handful."

"That's just it." I wanted to make my point. "I don't want to bother you; I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to be one more person for you to be worried about. I'm tired of being a bother."

"Bella," Alice got up and stood next to where Esme was seated. "You're not a bother. How can you say that? I'm sorry if I'm being too straight forward, but you've never had anybody to take care of you all your life!"

"Alice!" Esme hissed.

"What?" Alice didn't sound harsh or mean like Jazmin, Karina or Tanya, she just sounded like she was giving me what I needed: A news flash. "No one was willing enough to be there for you, no one cared enough to love you; we do! Me, Edward, Emmett, Rose – and even though it doesn't feel like it – Jasper loves you. Mom," She turned to Esme's shocked face. "You've barely know Bella – What? Half an hour? – and do you love her?"

Esme's mouth opened and closed. Here it comes: Of course not! How could I ever love someone like that piece of trash!? "Yes," I froze. "But Alice…I think you should apologize to Bella. She is in a terrible situation and I don't think your making it any easier for her." Esme's motherly senses kicked in.

Alice sighed. "Fine. Sorry. But Bella, we love you! We care enough to be there for you. Even now!" She didn't look away from me. "Let us love you, let us be what you never had! What are you afraid of?"

"Alright, Alice. That's enough." Esme warned.

"No," I stopped Esme, with salt water in my eyes. "She's right."

Alice had her arms folded across her chest while Esme had her perfect eye brows furrowed. "Bella, sweetie, Alice didn't mean-"

I shook my head and blinked back the tears. "No, she's absolutely right and I'm sorry." I looked from Esme and back to Alice. "You guys are being so kind and offering me so much…" I couldn't even find words to describe this feeling. To be so loved. "Thank you," was all I could manage.

Esme put an arm around me shoulder and held me to her side. "Aww, dear, don't cry. You'll make me cry." Her eyes wear getting watery as well.

I smiled and sniffed through my clogged nose. "You guys," Alice was red eyed. "Please don't; I don't have my water proof mascara on."

Esme and I laughed breathlessly as we engulfed Alice in our 'group hug'. Gosh, when did I become such a sap?

"Sorry!" Our heads snapped up to the booming voice in the hall way. "I didn't see you there! I swear I'll buy you new boxers tomorrow! What size are you? Don't worry they'll be Kalvin Klyne or whatever the fuck his name is!" From the window on the door, I could see Emmett waving to some other person I couldn't see and walked in.

He smiled as soon as he saw me. "My little drug addict!" He jogged to my left side and carefully moved the IV out of the way. "How are you?" He asked as he bent down to hug me. Lucky, it wasn't his Emmett-ish hug.

"Better." I smiled seeing the dimples on either side of his face.

"You look terrible." He stated bluntly and Alice had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

My smile vanished. "Thanks." I haven't looked on the mirror since Thursday night and its Sunday afternoon. Plus, I'm in the hospital; does he expect me to look like royalty?

"But at least I can't see your bones through your thin skin and those ugly bags under your eyes are almost, barely noticeable….kinda." Em went on.

I put my hand up. "No, please, Emmett. Stop, your flattering me."

Everyone in the room laughed at my sarcasm. "You're feeling better." Emmett gently ruffled the hair on top of my head.

"I would thank you, but I'm scared you'll give me another compliment."

"Seriously," Emmett went on. "How are you feeling? I was so worried, but Edward didn't let me come see you. I tried to call and text your phone, but you never answered. What's going on? Are you-" I put my hand up to stop his rambling.

"Emmett, I'm fine. But before you ask any questions, can I ask you one?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Shoot."

I'm a little scared to ask, but here it goes, "Who were you yelling at right now and why did you tell them you were going to get them new boxers?"

Emmett gave me one quick laugh and grinned wickedly. "I was in a rush to come see you, so I was running through the hall way to get to your room. And well, there was this guy who was carrying boxers to wash then and some how I ripped them and-" Once again, I raised my hand in the air to stop Emmett from talking.

"That's okay," Emmett gave me a questioning look. "I don't want to know." He laughed and walked to the other side where Esme was at.

"Hi, Esme." Emmett smiled down at Esme.

"Nice to see you, Emmett." Her voice was filled amusement.

"You, too." He grinned and turned around, only to be met by a narrowed eyed Alice.

"Emmett. McCartney. You are in deep shit." Alice hissed.

Esme cleared her throat. "Alice, that is no way to speak to Emmett."

"What?" Alice got up from her chair and stood in front of Emmett. "You know Emmett's my home-skillet biscuit, slightly buttered and fresh out of the oven." Alice grabbed Emmett's bear-like paw – which looked really huge in Alice's tiny hand – and used his hand to do a weird handshake Emmett didn't even know. "Uh. Uh. Yhea, boy!" Alice let go of Em's hand and smiled at her adoptive mom. "See? We're still good." She turned to glare at Emmet. "But you're still in deep shit."

Emmett looked confused and walked over to the seat Alice was previously seated on. "Slightly buttered?" Emmett murmured to himself.

"So Bella," Emmett dismissed Alice's 'gangsta' act and looked at me. "How are you feeling? You know if you ever need anything you can come to me."

"Like I said: pretty well. And-" There was a knock at the door. Emmett opened it and guess who came in?

"Alice," Jasper breathed a sigh of relief. "I've been looking all over for you. A nurse said she saw you go in here so I came to-" He looked at me.

"Why is a girl that looks exactly like Bella in here?" He asked, confusion lacing his musical voice.

"Because that is Bella." Alice informed him as she walked over to her boyfriend.

"What happened?!" Jasper came to my side and looked down at me. "Why are you here? Are you hurt? Did something happen?"

Here we go again. For the - first, second, third, fourth - fourth time I explained my entire life story. I never knew Jasper cared much about me. But then again, he was the one that gave me my baseball cap. As I elaborated on what happened to me, pure worry shinned in his baby blue eyes.

When I was done explaining to him, he didn't say anything. All Jasper did was walk over to me and give me a warm hug. "I'm here for you, too." He whispered and pulled away.

I saw Alice and Esme smiling at us. As Emmett put it, 'we were having a moment.'

"Oh, please," Em rolled his eyes. "C'mon Goldie Locks; Little Drug Addict isn't going anywhere."

Jasper chuckled. Hah! Jasper. Goldie Locks. Good one. "I believe its Little Red, Emmett."

"My Little Drug Addict is not Little Red; they're two totally different things. Get your head straight, Jasper." Emmett belabored.

Jasper only rolled his eyes in response.

I can't believe this. I've told Esme, Alice, Emmett, and Jasper my life – the past that I'm so ashamed of. Did they leave me? No. Do they hate me? No. Do they think I'm a piece of garbage? No. Do they think I'm crazy? No. Are they the most perfect, understanding, caring and loving people I could ever ask for? Yeah, pretty much.

How could they not leave me be? Why do they care so much? These are the questions that haunt me at night…

My weird talking to myself moment was interrupted by Alice's cell phone.

It's Brittany, bitch.

"Hello?" Alice answered after her bizarre ring tone went off. Who's Brittany and why is she calling someone a bitch? It's times like these I was I had radio and television.

"Yes, why haven't you answered your phone?" There was a short pause. I'm guessing it was Edward.

"So? I'm older." Edward said something on the other line.

Alice gasped. "That is not funny! We both know Forever 21 is still in business."

What's Forever 21?

"Just get you're a-" Esme raised her eye brows at Alice again. "Apple to the hospital soon." She slammed her phone shut. "Stupid dumb apple." Alice muttered.

"Well, I'm guessing that was Edward." Emmett said.

"Yup." Alice replied. "He's on his way."

"Does he know all of you are here?" I asked as I looked at everyone's face.

Alice shook her head. "Nope. I think it's better if we surprise him, just like he surprised us."

"Since we're going to be here a while," Emmett got up from the chair and walked over to my night stand. Next to my water, there was a remote. Emmett grabbed it, pointed it to the television, and the black TV screen turned onto full color. "Might as well watch TV."

It was strange. Beyond strange.

I haven't watched TV in years, and seeing it now made it weird. So many shows, channels, movies. How do they do it? Emmett flipped through the channels really fast until a loud bell came from the TV's speaker. Then, two very large men – bigger than Emmett – came on screen. They had long hair, were covered in sweat, and were circling each other in a square platform.

"Not wrestling!" Alice whined.

Oh, so this was wrestling. Sometimes at school, I over hear guys talk about this. It looks so violent, gross…and fake.

"Why not?" Emmett asked.

"It's stupid and it's fake." Alice snapped back with her arms crossed. "I want to watch music videos!"

Emmett mimicked Alice's pose. "I've seen Brittany Spears, those are fake too!"

Alice gasped. "Wrestling is so dumb and fake!"

"No it's not! Don't you ever say that!" Emmett seemed to have the same reaction kids at my school had when girls would tell them wrestling is fake too. But there's one thing that's bugging me…

"Who's Brittany Spears?" I asked and caught them between their feud.

"Oh my," Esme got up from her place next to me and gave me a hug. "It's been a pleasure to meet you, dear, but its getting late for me and I need to prepare dinner. I hope we see each other soon." She smiled hopefully and grabbed each of my hands in hers.

"You, too." I couldn't think of anything else I could say to this kind women.

Before she walked out the door, Alice, Emmett and Jasper each gave her a hug. "I like her." I stated right after Esme left.

Jasper and Alice smiled as Emmett smirked. "Good bye, love. I'll see you at dinner." Doctor Cullen opened the door, but faced the outside, waving good-bye to his wife.

He turned around and was met by me and the gang. Funny, I never thought I would say gang in a good way until I met Edward and them. Dr. Cullen cleared his throat.

"Seems like you have some visitors." He announced.

Alice took Esme's seat, so she was right next to me. Emmett had sat back down on his chair, watching wrestling. Jasper was standing against the wall. As Doctor Cullen came in, Emmett and Jasper shook his hand and I saw Dr. Cullen really smile. I guess he's just like Edward; having a different smile for different people. Except with Edward, I get the higher part and with Doctor Cullen, I get the lower half.

As he neared Alice, she jumped from her chair and tackled him with a hug. "Hi, Daddy."

Dr. Cullen chuckled and patted Alice's back. "Hello, sweetie." Wow, first 'love' and now 'sweetie'. Dr. Cullen has nice names for those girls. But no, he had to call me Isabella. In fact, I wonder what he calls Rose.

Why is it that Dr. Cullen likes all of Edward's friends except me? He seems completely at ease with Emmett, Jazz and Rose. Why not me?

Seeing him smile – really smile, not some smile for a patient who just committed suicide – to Edward's – and mine – friends really made me depressed. I don't even know him and he hates me. Gosh, I suck. Way-to-go Bella, another person who likes you for no apparent reason. I must have some bad vibe that doesn't affect pretty people like Alice and them. Nope, that's not it. Dr. Cullen looks like he should be on Grey's Anatomy instead of Forks Medical Hospital.

Doctor Cullen turned away from Alice and gave me that patient-doctor smile. "I have good news, Isabella." Ugh, that damn name. It's Bella! "We've decided that you shouldn't go to rehab." YES! "But," Damn. "You will have to do something else. Let me tell you, I thought seeing a specialist was better because it's easier, but seeing as you want to do it on your own, this is going to be very, very difficult. Especially since you've been at it for four years."

Come on, come on, and get on with it! "Isabella, you're going to have to stop cutting yourself."

I smiled.

That has to be one of the most hilarious things I've ever head in my life! Me, stop cutting myself? Psh, like that's ever going to happen. I never thought Dr. Cullen had a sense of humor, but now, having him joking with me like this is pretty funny. It's almost as if they expected me to stop. Why should I stop? I mean, it's my life; I can do what I want with it. Seriously though, I had to give Doctor Cullen props on that one. Too bad it'll never happen.

As I looked at everybody else's faces, I noticed they weren't smiling. Why? My smile faded.

"Are you serious?" I asked, in a threatening voice.

"Of, course." Dr. Cullen replied with certainty.

"This is a joke, right?" I tried to smile.

Doctor Cullen looked confused, but shook his head.

They really wanted me to… I was mad. "What kind of sick joke is this?!" I snapped with clenched teeth.

Dr. Cullen switched his weight from foot to foot. "Isabella, you have to see that you can not go on living like this. You have a very serious, and common, problem that you need to stop. This is why I recommended a specialist, but since you've declined, I'm afraid that spot had already been filled by another one of my patients. I will give you a prescription for anti-depressant pills, of course, to make it easier for you. And, you can always go to Edward and his friends for support."

Their not just Edward's friends, their my friends, too! And anti-depressant pills? Why the hell do I need anti-depressant pills?!

"You guys think I'm depressed!?" I shouted.

They were all staring but I didn't care. "Isabella, there is always a reason for your actions. It's completely obvious your depressed and addicted to…causing pain upon yourself."

"Well, excuse me! I haven't exactly had a fairy-tale childhood!" I spat. Ugh! What's wrong with them? I'm fine! I don't need help!

"Yes, Isabella, I know; we all know," Doctor Cullen had anger rising in his voice. Shocker. No wonder Renee left me, I make everything go wrong. "You've told us your sad story plenty of times. You got what you wanted: Attention and concerned responses from others. Now that we passed that bridge of accomplishment, suck it up! Boo hoo, poor Isabella; poor you. What else do you want us to do? Cry for you? Because let me assure you, my son and his friend have already done that! Do you want our help, or our pity?"

I never thought of it that way. Me wanting attention. It's weird, I hate attention, but at the same time, I was attracting it – not in a good way, but still attention, to say the least.

"Fine," I glared at the doctor, forgetting the audience we had for the time being. "I'll do whatever you want! Just don't make me go to rehab."

"Okay," He gave me a hard look. He pulled up my chart he was holding and grabbed a pen from the pocket on his lab coat. Dr. Cullen began scribbling something down.

Just then, Edward walked in. He stopped to a halt, seeing most of his friends and family here with me. "What's…going on?"

Emmett, Alice, and Jasper were about to say something, but Doctor Cullen bet them to the punch. "I've decided Isabella doesn't need to see a specialist."

Edward seemed to forget everyone else, for now, and walked up next to his dad. "Really?" He sounded hopeful. "Are you sure?" Excitement filled his beautiful eyes.

Dr. Cullen still had the hard look on his face. "Yes, but she needs to stop cutting herself and take two of these," He tore the paper he was writing on just before Edward came in and passed it to him. "Every morning and before bed."

Edward read the small piece of paper carefully and with furrowed eye brows. "Ant-depressant pills…" He looked at my angry expression and walked closer to me. Doctor Cullen even moved out of the way as Edward neared my side.

Edward bent down and looked me directly in the eye. "Bella, you need to promise you'll do whatever it takes for you to stop cutting yourself. Even if it means taking this." He lifted up the paper to show me he was talking about the pills.

I searched his eyes. I couldn't lie to him but…

I don't want to take the pills. I don't want to stop cutting myself. I need to be cutting myself; I'll go crazy if I don't. But Edward is counting on me – and Alice and Jasper and Emmett. Rose doesn't know yet, but once she does, she'll be counting on me too. I can't let them down…but I need to cut myself. I can't stop cutting myself. I won't stop cutting myself!

It's who I am; it's what I'm made of. I can't stop. I'll never stop.

"Bella," Edward sounded as if he were talking to a little kid. "Promise me you're going to take these pills to help you stop hurting yourself."

"I promise." I lied.

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