Hi everybody! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but I am the definition of writer's block! So, after you read this chapter, please give some ideas for the next chapter! Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer 'cept the plot!

Chapter 3: A Normal Day

I was in a beautiful house.

The walls were a gorgeous cream white, giving off a welcoming tone instead of the hostile white walls that supported the asylum and its various rooms. As I treaded deeper into the perfect house, I found it to be immensely large. Winding stairs lead me to the second story, which was just as magnificent as the first. The house's utter faultlessness was a bit unnerving.

Ambling down the hallway, I found many doors leading to multiple rooms. As I entered the last door in the hallway, I found it to be filled with rows upon rows of CDs and albums. A huge, expensive-looking stereo resided in the center of the bookcase that held the music. I stared in wonder, completely awestruck at my new discovery. And that wasn't even half of the room.

On the other side of the room was a large, leather black couch. I fell in love with it the moment I set eyes on it. I knew if I were to ever escape the asylum, I would find this couch and steal it. Of course I would be the only person on earth thinking that in her first moments of freedom, she would steal a couch, possibly flushing her newfound freedom down the drain. I guess that's me for you, then.

The carpet was an incredible gold, with countless CDs and books scattered across it. The room was had a good balance of neat and chaotic. The room wasn't organized to the last detail, but it wasn't impossible to see the floor. It made me smile to think of this stability. Most people tended to go overboard or otherwise on everything, but this person was effortlessly even.

One of the walls was made of complete glass, giving me a view of the endless forest surrounding the house. There was door beside the bookcase of music and was made of glass just as the walls had been. The only thing that struck me as odd, was that the doors led out onto nothing. There was no balcony, but it strangely fit the room. The rest of the room consisted of bookshelves holding books and knickknacks.

Sighing, I padded over to the couch, relaxing into its comfortable cushions. I almost moaned with bliss as I settled into it, closing my eyes, wishing for sleep to comeā€¦

With a start, I woke from my heavenly dream. I had never wanted it to end; of course, I woke on a hard bed, desperately missing my leather couch. Everything in my dream had been so beautiful, so magical. I was also still recovering from the shock of having a dream. The closest I had ever gotten to dreaming was dreamless sleep. Trust me, it was a dream compared to my nightmares that routinely haunted me beneath my closed eyelids.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I was informed it was 7:05 AM. Desperate to drift back into my dream, I rolled over on my small bed. Although, in the next five or so minutes, a nurse knocked on the door, telling me that I had to up for breakfast in about twenty minutes. Grumbling an "Okay," I rolled out of my bed, promptly landing on the floor.

Pulling myself to my feet, I crossed the room to the bathroom, struggling to keep my eyelids open. At 7:20 my hair was damp, but in a ponytail and my teeth were brushed. My white bed sheets were made and my only pillow was fluffed. I wore a blue hoodie and dark wash jeans that fit me perfectly.

Strolling through the halls, I grabbed a cup of watery coffee from the nurses' station, wincing at the taste. Continuing my morning routine, I headed to the cafeteria.

Our cafeteria is a bit like a high school's. You have your strange, psychotic kids who wouldn't think twice about killing you in your sleep, which is about five percent of the lunchroom. Really, what is the difference between this place and high school?

Then, of course, you have the depressed, pitiful teens that may or may not attempt suicide on a regular basis. They cover about eighty percent of the lunchroom because they're very common. They stay here for two to three days, depending on the circumstances. There are always new ones, though, so don't worry; we won't run out of them any time soon.

The other fifteen percent of patients either have anxiety, hallucinations, or any other number of problems. I'm in this category. I usually sit next to that thirteen year-old that I mentioned earlier and the thirty year-old woman. I find comfort in the girl because I was stuck in here, too, when I was thirteen. I guess she reminds me of myself a little bit.

The thirty year-old is a different story. She had arrived when I did, and she kind of mothered me. She was also my friend. I guess I kind of mothered the thirteen year-old, too, if I thought about it. What can I say? I like children.

The girl's name was Sally and the woman's name was Melinda. I sat down in between them, making small talk among the table. Grabbing my plastic spoon, I poured my milk into the cereal, and wolfed it all down.

"Slow down there, your stomach might hurt if you eat it all at once," Melinda warned, and in response, I only made a face at her and continued eating.

After I had finished my food, I lowered my voice to a whisper and asked her, "Have you heard about that new doctor? His name is Edward Cullen?"

"No, I haven't. Why? Have you?"

"Well, I don't know."

"How can you not know? Are you going senile already?" She inquired, looking all too serious for her question. I stuck my tongue out at her and stood, walking towards the trash can. After I had thrown away my plastic spoon and plastic cereal bowl, I turned to leave the room. As soon as I turned around, though, I hastily ran into a rock hard chest.

Strong arms caught me before I could bounce off his chest and onto the floor. Looking up dizzily, I found myself staring into Edward's butterscotch eyes. I forgot my original pain, too dazzled by all that was him to let the ache occur to me. I saw his mouth moving, but I heard no words come out. I could only stare at him and his absolute flawlessness.

"Bella? Hello? Are you alright?" Edward called to me, breaking me out of my trance. I found that his eyes were laced with amusement, but a bit of worry lingered. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized I'd been too busy staring at him to be able to listen to him. Smooth, Bella, really smooth.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I pulled away from him quickly, and pushed through the exit doors, determined to hold onto the shreds of dignity I still had.

I still had about forty-five minutes to kill before I met up with my usual councilor. Deciding to grab a few extra z's, I headed back to my room to pass the time. As I arrived to my destination, I pulled the door open and sought refuge underneath my blankets and pillow. Yawning, I fell asleep rather quickly.

"BELLA! Wake up! It's time to face the day!" screamed none other than Angelia the Nurse. She may be a little shy, but her voice was as loud as any cheerleader's.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting up, I'm getting up." My scratchy voice sounded strange in the small room, echoing off the walls and creating an even more alien tone to my voice. Sitting up, I glanced at the clock to find that I had missed my scheduled counseling appointment by an hour and a half. Looking sheepishly at Angelia, I straightened my clothes and walked to the door, gesturing for her to exit first. Rolling her eyes at me, she continued her regular schedule, which included getting me up every time I missed my classes or counseling because I was taking a little cat-nap.

Shutting the door behind me, I rounded the corner towards the "Anxiety and Traumatized" room, seeing as it began in about ten or fifteen minutes. Looking through the small window on the door, I saw the class sitting on the floor in a circle. They looked like preschoolers on show-and-tell day and that was putting it nicely.

In the middle of the circle sat Edward, smiling at everyone encouragingly. A smile playing on my lips, I sat down on the plastic chairs that rested outside each classroom and waited for the class to be dismissed. Watching the group as it went around the room, I saw that each person was saying something, but I wasn't exactly sure what. My brow furrowed in concentration as I tried to understand what they could possibly be doing in there.

Suddenly, the door burst open as twenty to thirty kids, teens, and adults piled out of the room. Jumping up, I waited until everyone had exited the room before I allowed myself to enter. Skipping in, I grinned and greeted a very exhausted-looking Edward. He was sitting at his desk, writing impossibly fast and beautifully on some papers that appeared to be fairly important. He looked up briefly at me, mumbling a quick "hello" before going back to his work.

"Where is Dr. Scott? I thought he was supposed to teach, like he always does?" I questioned, feeling a bit bored and jaded. Edward's silence was beginning to feel like an irritating bug that refused to leave, leaving me feeling empty and longing for his velvet voice to speak freely instead of this clipped and stressed tone.

"I'll be taking over the class for a little while, if that's alright?" he asked me teasingly, flashing a crooked smile my way. I beamed back, overjoyed that he was finally opening up to me at last. Walking to his desk, I looked over Edward's shoulder at the papers that seemed so imperative to him. I couldn't make out anything but something about a release from the asylum because his hands were in the way.

"What're you working on that's so important?" I inquired, feeling suspicious.

"Nothing of relevance. What're you doing, missing your counseling appointments?"

"Who told you about that?" I growled, furious with whoever had given up my secret to a new, seductive doctor.

"Oh, yes. I haven't told you this yet, have I, love? I am able to read minds. Some vampires have special gifts that intensify when they become vampires, as I have just told you." He chuckled at my expression, although this revelation was all but funny. I was too embarrassed to even look at him. He must have thought I was some silly, love-struck little girl. After all, I was still feeling the effects that my body had to him calling me 'love.'

"Don't fret, I can't read your mind for some strange reason. It's actually quite frustrating, really." His eyes found mine as relief greater than anything I have ever known flowed through me. I found myself still looking at the floor, though I didn't understand why. I was no longer humiliated, but I could still feel my cheeks burning. Slowly, I felt hid index and middle finger tilting my chin up so I was looking directly at him, no farther away than a couple of inches. Just as he began to lean toward me, though, one of my peers walked in and we jumped apart.

I whispered a quick greeting to the girl and went to take my usual seat beside the window, near the back. It was raining outside, and it looked to be extremely cold. The dark clouds engulfed everything, leaving nothing but darkness and a dreary sky behind in its wake.

Edward's exercise turned out to be the classic "sit around in a circle and tell what happened to you that made you so messed up." Mine, as usual, was the worst by far. Some were pretty sad and depressing, but most didn't even come close to my story. I guess that's why I've been in here so long, though.

At the end of the day, I practically ran to my room. I brushed my teeth quickly and changed into my pajamas, hoping to fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. Hoping doesn't always work, though. I laid on my bed for hours replaying that moment in my mind where Edward and I were only inches apart, sighing in satisfaction every time I got towards the end.

Now, this may sound pretty sad, but I'll be honest: that moment between Edward and I was the best thing I've ever endured through in my entire life.