Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight…sigh…
A/N: This is my first attempt at a FanFic…reviews would be much appreciated. I don't know if this will continue, I guess it depends on the kind of response I get. This is my version of what happened after Edward left…Rated M to be safe…probable language and mature themes later on. (if it gets that far)…now enough rambling…enjoy!
Bella, I don't want you to come with me…and with those words my world imploded.
I still couldn't believe my little girl is in such a horrible place, but what could I do? She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't move. Comatose the doctor called it. I hoped it would pass but two weeks after "the incident" she was no better than the day he left her in the woods. I should have sent her to Renee, but I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to lose her. I made the decision to get her professional help. That was three weeks ago to the day and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I walked into Bella's room and she was sitting in the same spot on her bed, just like always. She didn't even blink when I came in. I walked over to her bed and sat down. I didn't know if she could hear me but I had to tell her anyway. "Sweetie, I don't know what to do anymore. You are not getting any better and I can't help you anymore so we are going to a place where you will get the kind of support you need." She stared straight ahead, not moving. I got up and began packing some things for her to take with her, clothes, pictures, some CDs. I hoped that having some familiar things would help her cope. By the time I got everything ready, got Bella into the car and arrived at the Seattle Mental Health Center the sun was setting. I carried her inside and couldn't help but notice how small she seemed.
The house hasn't been the same since she left. I can't stand to be in the kitchen anymore, but I do go and sit in her room at night when I can't sleep. I visit the hospital once a week to see her. So far there has been no improvement. They have to sedate her to make her sleep and feed her through a tube. As I sit in the rocking chair in the corner of her room thinking about how it was before he left I am overcome with rage. If I ever see Edward Cullen again it will be the last thing he ever does.
Time passes, but it has no meaning. I have no idea how long I have been here, time blends together. All I see is white all day. I can't move. I can't eat. I can't sleep. Everything reminds me of him and I can't handle it. I know Charlie is worried, but I can't help it. I am lost. My world crumbled around me the day he left and I can't pick the pieces up. The doctors here are kind but everything is bright and hard and uncomfortable. I miss my home. I miss Charlie. I know it seems like I can't hear or feel anything, but I see, hear, feel and remember everything that has happened since I came to this place.
I hear the door open but I care who it is. A man in a white coat stands in front of me and begins to speak. "Hello Bella, my name is Matt and I am the orderly assigned to you. We are going to be great friends you and me." He smiles at me and it makes me feel uneasy. I don't know why though. Matt is speaking again "So I will be in every day probably a few times a day to check and see how you are doing. I will bring your food and take you for your baths and sessions and when you are ready for it I will bring you to the recreation area. Doesn't that sound nice?" It sounded like I would be under constant supervision but who am I to complain.
True to his word, I saw Matt very often. I had therapy sessions twice a week. I had yet to say a word at any of them. I am not ready to talk about anything yet. Matt brings me three meals a day, not that I eat them, and takes me to the bathing room every other day, where a female orderly takes over. It's the same thing every day, but I don't care. I don't have to think about anything, they do it all for me. Little did I know that things were about to change.