*Creeps out from behind the pillar*
So I am currently loaded down with university work and as it is my final year it's really important. Anyway, on my breaks I have managed to rustle up this fic. It will contain short chapters about 500 words long and will contain violence, Intermittent Explosive Disorder and a whole lot of other stuff.
If this subject is sensitive for you please do not read this story. I would hate for any of my readers to be effected by the content of this story but I also know that you will read what you please so I have done all I can. This is the official warning.
I have never met someone with IED, and all of this is only taken from sources found on the internet. This may not be correct and if not, let me know. I mean no disrespect to anyone who suffers from this disorder or those who knows someone who has it. I merely thought what I would do if I suffered from this disorder and this situation happened.
Updates will be weekly or if I can, every other day due to my work load.
I have also tried a new writing style so I'm sorry if it makes little sense right now.
Thank You and Enjoy :)
I do not own these characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
"Edward… Edward. Are you listening to me?" His voice drones on and on and it's rather annoying. Yet I can't escape it. I'm not allowed.
"Edward, do you know why you're here? Do you know what you did?" Why can't he just leave me alone? Why can't they all see that I don't want to talk, I want to sleep.
"Have you thought about her since?" he's not going to leave me alone until I communicate with him. I know that, he's done it before.
"You know the answer" I say.
"Why don't you tell me again, just to be sure" He's torturing me. He's trying to make me forgive myself for what I did just like she is. He tells me about her sometimes, when I'm willing to talk. He tells me that she called and said she forgave me and that she wishes to see me and, and… and I say nothing. I don't want to see her yet. I can't, until I know I won't hurt her again. Until then, I can't talk to her or any of my friends because I know they all hate me. I know they all think I'm dangerous. I mean, they should, a loving husband doesn't get angry and beat his wife.
So yes, I do know why I'm in here and no, I don't want to talk about it because talking about it makes me remember and I'd rather forget. That way I stay here and she stays there, safe and happy.
"I have something for you" He puts a white envelope on the brown coffee table that divides our respective seats. I don't move to take it and he doesn't directly give it to me. I know exactly whom it's from; she's trying to contact me again.
"May I give you some advice from one married man to another?" He's going to anyway. So I nod.
"You married Bella for a reason right? It was because you loved her. Ignoring her won't make it better, it will just give her reason to believe you don't love her anymore" But I do.
I take the envelope and head to the door. My session isn't finished but I have a feeling that this was just what he wanted. He just wanted me to take the damn letter and read it. That way next time, I will have made progress.
"Oh and Edward, She called me today, before this session. She has some news she needs to share with you but she wants to do it in person. Think about it, okay?" He closes his notebook and leans back in the chair.
"Ok, Carlisle, I'll think about it" I leave the room.
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