SO HERE IS AN IDEA FOR A STORY I HAD LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND IF I SHOULD KEEP WRITING THIS! AND IF YOU HAVEN'T VOTED ON MY POLL PLEASE DO! I OWN NOTHING, STEPHENIE MEYER DOES!

This was among my favorite places to spend my time. It was quiet and nice. I knew I wasn't bothering anyone, at far as I could tell. It was like another world here, a peaceful one. It took me away from the hustle of everything else. Which, don't get me wrong I loved what I did it's just it was crazy most of the time and I needed somewhere to hide out. So this was my sanctuary, for the time being.

At this point I think I should stop being vague. I am a doctor at the hospital in Forks. Now chances are you're asking yourself where is Forks? I asked myself that same question a while ago but for certain reasons it is a very good place to be. So I moved out here and met up with my family. I have two sisters and two brothers and then my mother and father. At least, that's what we act like. We all love each other as if we were an actual family but technically we're not related. We're vamppires. Not the cape wearing, horrible accent, and fang kind. Just the trying really hard to blend in and be as normal as possible kind. And before you ask we don't drink from humans. We're vegetarians. We hunt animals. So I now work with my father, Carlisle, in the hospital. In order to make it work he is my adopted father. Any other way he would be too young to have a doctor for a son.

Now as for my sanctuary, it's just a room in the hospital. What makes it special is the person in the room. She is absolutely beautiful and smells amazing. Which I know sounds weird but it's a vampire thing. She has dark brown hair and is oddly pale. Her skin almost matches mine. It may sound creepy that I just come in here and sit but she's in a coma, she has been since I got here. Apparently she walked in one day and before she could say anything, she collapsed. She hasn't regained conciousness since. We know nothing about her. Does she have family? If so, where? Are they looking for her? These are just some of the questions that go through my mind constantly. Surely someone like her has to have someone. It's funny. I haven't even spoken to her once and yet I am more connected to her than anyone I can think of.

I would love to just hear her speak, laugh, see her eyes finally open, or know what she's like. My guess is that she is just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. So I come in here whenever I can and talk to her, tell her about my day. I talk to her as she's here and we're… friends I suppose works. I don't know. That just doesn't fit. I hope that I get the chance to figure it out. I want to get to know her. I hope to get to know her.

But for now it's back out into the insanity that surrounds me, until I can escape again to my little sanctuary.

I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO WRITE A LOT IF NO ONE WAS GOING TO READ THIS OR IF I SHOULDN'T CONTINUE. SO COMPLETE FOR NOW IF YOU WANT MORE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW. THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I'LL KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE!