A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice! I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Twilight, or the characters.

Here is the summary: When Bella needs a counsellor after her parent's die, what will happen when she meets Edward Masen? Rated M for mention of death.

This chapter is in Bella's point of view, enjoy!


"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your parents are dead. They were killed in a car crash." The police officer told me, who was Charlie's, my dad, friend. They worked together.

I'm not really listening to what he's now saying, because none of it really matters. I'm only 18, yet both my parents, my only family, are dead.

My grandmother died when I was younger, and I'm an only child. I would have been in the car were it not for annoying Mike Newton. I suppose I can't really call him annoying, seeing as he has unknowingly saved my life. He has been pestering me for weeks to go to the school dance with him, so I reluctantly agreed. Here I am, 5 hours later, being told by a police officer my parents are dead. Great night.

"Bella, since you are 18, you have the decision of whether you would like to stay here, or move in to an orphanage, seeing as you don't have any other family members. Which would you prefer?" The police officer said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I don't…I can't live here, not after everything. But, I'm not going into an orphanage. Who adopts 18 year olds?" I asked, through sobs and tears.

"Yes, well, you could always sell the house and buy a small apartment or something?" The police officer offered, and so I just nodded in response.

"Well, if you stay here for the night, and we can sort everything out tomorrow." He said, while walking to the door. Again, I nodded in response, and ended up falling asleep on the sofa.

I woke up in the morning, after a horrible night's sleep. When I first woke up I wondered why I was on the sofa. Then, it all came back to me, and I started crying again.

I looked at the time and saw if I was going to go to school today I would need to start getting ready. I quickly decided against that, because all I would get would be looks of sympathy from everyone. I heard a knock at the front door, and realised it would be the police officer again. I slowly got up and opened the door.

"Hey, Bella, how are you handling everything?" Billy Black, my dad's best friend, asked me.

"Ummm…alright I guess?" I asked. How do you answer a question like that?

"I'm sorry Bella; that was a stupid question. Mind if I come in?" He asked, so I just nodded and closed the door after he entered.

"I spoke to Officer Smith and he told me some of your options. I agree with you in that you shouldn't go to an orphanage, I don't think that would help anyone." He said.

"Yeah, I'm not going to an orphanage." I said defiantly.

"Yes, but, I was thinking, maybe you should, consider, counselling? I mean, you've got a lot on your plate, Bella, I really think it would help."

"No, I don't need counselling. Is that going to bring back my parents? NO!" I shouted, while I started crying. Billy hugged me, and I felt bad, because he was only trying to help.

"I'm so-sorry. I didn't mean that. It's all my fault." I sobbed into his chest.

"Shhh, now, Bella, I understand. But, listen, none of this is your fault. It was just a terrible accident." He said, while still hugging me.

"Thanks…but it is my fault. At least I should have been in the car with them. I never should have gone to that stupid dance." I said, feeling guilty at leaving my parents. Maybe this would have never happened?

"You should be thankful you weren't in that car, just remember that. Please, I really think you should try some counselling, even just one session." He said, so I agree to it, just to make him feel better. I can't see how talking to some random person will make me feel better about any of this.

Billy left in the afternoon, as his son would be coming home from school. I got up and thought about making a meal, but that just reminded me of all the times me and my mother, Renee, had made dinner in this kitchen. In the end, I just settled on some toast, and went to bed early that evening.

I managed to sleep better last night, but maybe that's because I was in my own bed, and it was comfier. I again decided not to go to school, seeing as it wouldn't hurt to miss one more day. Also, Officer Smith had said he would come over today, and talk to me about things. But I have decided that as much as it will pain me to do so, I'm going to sell the house. Even though it holds so many memories, most of those are too painful to bear.

He came around at about 10:00 a.m., by which time I had forced down a cereal bar for breakfast. I still wasn't feeling very hungry.

"So, have you thought anymore about what I said to you two days ago?" Officer Smith asked after I had made him a cup of tea.

"Yeah, I'm going to sell this house, and with the money buy myself a small apartment and put the rest in a savings account." I said, trying to be firm with my decision.

"Ok. Also, I wanted to ask if you have had any thought about therapy or counselling." Officer Smith asked.

"Well, my d-dad's friend suggested it, so a bit." I said, and almost cried just saying 'dad'.

"Well, if you don't already have any contacts for a counsellor, here is a number of a man who's fairly local. He lives in Port Angeles, and even though he has only recently set up a business, he is apparently one of the best in the state. Almost, like he can read minds." Officer Smith said, and I looked at the card he gave me.

"Ok, well, thanks, I suppose I will give him a call some time." I said, fiddling with the card in my hands.

"Do you want to give him a call now?" The officer said, and I realised he wanted to make sure I actually made an appointment. I did so, just to avoid getting in an argument with him.

I nodded and entered the number into my phone, and called it.

"Hello, Dr. Edward Masen's counselling office here, how may I help you?" A polite female voice asked.

"I was wondering if I could make an appointment?" I asked, nervous for some reason.

"Yes, sure, can I take your name please?" The receptionist asked.

"It's Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella." I replied, out of habit.

"Ok, Miss Swan, we have a space tomorrow at 2:00 p.m., would that be alright?"

"Yeah, that would be fine. Thank you." I said back, already not planning on going to school tomorrow.

"Ok, you're welcome, bye for now." She said happily.

"Goodbye." I said, as I hung up.

"I have an appointment tomorrow at 2." I said to Officer Smith, who was looking at me expectantly, so I decided to just tell him before he asked me.

"Ok, that's great; I should probably be off now then." He said as he got up to leave.

"Ok, bye." I said as he walked out of the house.

I called Billy to tell him about my appointment. He seemed happy that I had made a counselling appointment, and even happier when I told him it was with Dr. Edward Masen. He had heard of him, and said along with Officer Smith how he was the best in the state. I still wasn't looking forward to this, no matter how well known this man was. To me, he was still a stranger who wanted to know all about my life.

I again didn't make a proper dinner, and ended up having toast again for my tea. I felt like I was already falling in to a routine, a routine that wasn't working. I was looking much paler, even though I was already practically white. And I hadn't had a shower in the past couple of days, so my hair was beginning to get greasy. I went for a shower, but that didn't help my face. Under my eyes there were large bags from all the crying and the bad night's sleep I have been recently having.

That night I went to sleep early, and tried to get more hours sleep than recently. I was still haunted with dreams of my parents, which didn't help. In the middle of the night I got frustrated from frequently waking up, so I got a book to read. I looked at the cover and saw it was Wuthering Heights. I have read this book so many times, yet I continue to read it.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was 8:00 a.m. I put the book down, and went downstairs for breakfast. I was about to get a cereal bar, when I forced myself to make something proper for breakfast, something more filling.

I got out all the ingredients to make pancakes, and set about making them. It actually helped take my mind off things, and it was fun to make pancakes. I finished making them about half an hour later, and sat down to eat them. This was the first proper meal I have had since that night, and it felt good. It was nice to feel full again.

Even though I wasn't attending school today, I thought it would be a good idea to do some of my homework. It would help take my mind off things, and help me be able to fit back in once I finally go back to school.

I worked on my homework for a few hours, before I got dressed to go to the counselling appointment. I have been wearing sweat pants and baggy jumpers, but I might look a bit weird going out in public like this. I put on some jeans, converse, and a less baggy jumper, since the weather was cold. I grabbed my bag, and put in my phone, purse and keys, and headed out to my car.

Even after what happened, I still felt safe in my car. However, I still drove extra carefully and slowly, just to be on the safe side. I reached Port Angeles a bit later, and saw I still had 10 minutes until my appointment. I pulled up outside the building, which was quite large and looked rather posh.

I nervously stepped inside and walked over the reception desk. She was the person I had spoken to on the phone, and she told me to wait in the seats until 2.

As it got closer, I began dreading it more and more.

A/N: What did you think? It may have seen quite sad and stuff to begin with, but it will get happier! It's just; I had to set the scene!

Please review! I really hope you enjoyed it!

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