Author's Note: Hey guys, New Story! Yay, sad to say it isn't as happy as some of my other stuff, but would you qualify DOP as happy? I dunno you tell me. Anyways: Summary.
"Do you know why you are here?" I asked her. "Because I tried to kill myself." Orphan Bella has just landed in Forks, Washington after escaping her mysterious past. There she is faced with challenges that will make her stronger, or finish her off. Rated "M" for reasons you will soon find out, won't say no lemons, there may be one in the future. Please read, thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Twilight Saga, unfortunatly...
"Hello Isabella, how are you today?" I took one look at the small frightened girl in front of me and decided her story would not be one I will forget anytime soon.
"Bella, I like to be called Bella." She said wringing her hands.
"Bella then. Do you know why you are here?" I asked her.
"Because I tried to kill myself." She already knew the answer, but that wasn't it. The way she so calmly said that sentence, made me wonder about what happened to her. She was a small little thing, about five feet three inches, thin as a rail, and she had dull brown hair that needed a whole lot of nutrients before it would shine again. But the thing that disturbed me the most were her eyes. Her eyes held secrets that no one should be forced to know. Her eyes held suffering. Her eyes held...pain. Immeasurable pain. Pain that I would never know.
"Let me make myself clear, you do not have to tell me anything that you don't feel comfortable speaking about, do you understand Bella?"
"Alright, lets start with the basics, what is your full name?"
"Isabella Marie...Swan." She said taking a deep breath and a hard swallow before she said Swan.
"Where is your Hometown?"
"New York." Wow, long way from home.
"Forks, Washington is an awefully long way from home, Bella."
She looked up quickly.
"New York was never my home." She said with an edge in her voice, and a fire in her eyes, far more emotion than she had shone so far. It was as if a mask had been lifted to reveal the Real Bella.
"Alright, How old are you?"
"Sixteen." She replied.
Sixteen and she already was being forced into therapy. She looked down at her lap again, and started playing with her brittle hair.
"Next question, do you want to be enrolled in high school?" I looked down on the sheet the Social Worker had given me. I was supposed to ask this, and a few other questions.
She stopped playing with her hair.
"Do you think I should?" She asked me.
"Yes, I believe it would be beneficial to you to be around children your own age, instead of the adults you haven been hanging around." I smiled at her.
She nodded, as tears started to roll down her face.
"Bella, do you-"
"I'm fine. Lets just get this over with." She said wiping the tears on her beat up old sweater.
"Alright, but Bella, I just want you to know that I hope in time you can come to me when you need to talk, and to trust me Bella, that nothing you say will leave this room." I hoped against hope that she would, because if she didn't get through this therapy she would be put back into the system, and I think this girl had had enough hardship to last a lifetime.
I finished with the questions the social worker had asked me to ask Bella. They were very simple, her wishes on whether to continue therapy, or not, she said yes she would. And quite a few random questions.
"Are we finished?" She asked.
I nodded. She made a move to stand up. Then I remembered.
"But, before you go, I would like to give you something." I moved over to the vanity my wife had found in a small shop, and pulled out a black duffel bag. I walked back over to her.
"This is for you, there is a change of clothes, some money, a cell phone and charger, your books you will need for school, a calculator, toothpaste and toothbrush, and in your room at the dorm, there is a computer with Internet access and a printer. We- my wife and I- didn't want you to go to school with nothing. I, uh, also took the liberty of putting my office and home number in you phone." I said sheepishly, I didn't want to scare the poor girl.
She looked as if she was going to start crying again.
"Thank you Dr. Cullen, I-uh-I really appreciate it, tell your wife thank you."
I nodded. She got up from the couch and swung the duffel over her shoulder, as she was about to reach the door:
"Oh, I almost forgot, a car will pick you up every Tuesday after school for your sessions, is that alright with you Bella?"
She turned around, and lookd as if she were about to smile.
"That sounds, do-able." She then turned towards the door and left my office.
A/N: What do you think? I got the idea when I was watching Naruto actually I know weird. Kakashi is my favorite! Ahhh, anyway, continue? no?
Tell me your ideas on why she tried to kill herself.
Oh and DOP will be updated soon, I promise.