Broken

Sorry guys last chapter wasn't my best work. But I felt really pressured to get it out for you guys. But I promise this chapter will be much better.
We're down to our last chapter. I didn't want to end it so soon, but I just can't get the chapters out like I want to anymore. My new job keeps me too busy most of the time to write new chapters.
BUT there will be a sequal in due time. Along with the release of two other stories I've already finish, just not published. So keep an eye out for those.
I'll say the next published story isn't Jacob friendly, so if you like him don't bother reading it. Haha Sorry Team Jacob.
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It had been 2 months since our lives had been turned upside down. Since then Edward and I had become distant. But in all reality I'd pulled away from everyone. My thoughts were constantly plagued by the thoughts of that night.

"Shh. It's just a dreamed" Edward cooed into my ear as he petted my hair. He'd been so patient with me and with my behavior.

I sat up looked around. My legs and hips throbbed, though I was healing my movements were still resticted and trying to beat Edward off me in my sleep didn't help at all.

"I know." I whispered. "It's just so real."

"Do you wanna try to sleep some more?" He said pulling away from me. Trying to give me the space I needed.

"Not tonight." I glanced at the clock. 5:45 The numbers threatened to consume me as I stared. "the extra hour won't matter much."

"Ok. What would you rather do?"

"We could make breakfast? Give Charlie a good morning surprise."

Just because I had to be miserable every moment I breathed didn't mean everyone else had to be. Most every else had returned to daily life. Sure, that all held that paining memory of Angela but they didn't let it control them.

"Of course" Edward smiled. I got up from the bed and into my wheelchair wheeling myself to the bathroom starting my morning rutine. The shower was scalding hot as I scrubbed myself for the millionth time. A few places on my torso were scabbed over, other fleshly bleeding from litteraly scrubbing the skin from some places. Even that couldn't remove him from my memories.

Afterwards I climbed out of the shower and moved to the medicine to doctor my wounds before pulling on a baby blue shirt and jeans. Since the incident I never wore my hair back cause it held the guilty reminder mark of Aiden fangs on my neck.

Edward helped me the stairs, and I realize he had already started frying bacon. He knew how I hated to fry it, the grease pops were nothing compared to what I had endured but the feeling still annoyed my skin leaving tiny blisters behind. Oh the joys of my sensative skin.

The cooking session went by fast, and soon we heard Charlie stirring in his morning stumper. Though his actions quickly picked up at the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast.

"What's cookin Bells?" He smiled.

"We made breakfast." My stomach churned as I wheeled up to the table silently battling myself. Once we got through morning chatter and were almost done eating I could barely make myself sit down.

"Dad. I need to talk to you?" I nibbled at my lip anxiously. Charlie, of course, got the dear in the headlights look and put his fork down. It was never good when someone in this house uttered those words.

"Anything, Bells" He said trying to sound as supportive as possible, without choking on eggs.
I went to the living room, coming back with a pamphlet.

"I want to get help." I said barely above a whisper. His eyes darted down to the papers as I handed them to him. He was frowning now.

The phamplet held pictures of flowers, dear, geese, and other things to distract you from what it really was. Western State Hospital was the largest mental facility on this side of the Mississippi. In my opinion, if they couldn't help me no one could. I'd be broken forever.

"Are you sure you need this? I mean, is it really that bad?" Charlie said looking up at me in disbelief. He'd never been much for these types of things. Always thought they were more of a joke.

"Dad, I can't blink without wanting to die. I mean, I would never kill myself, but this really sucks. All I can think about is Angela. Why me? Why did I live? Why did they choose us? Why are my two bestfriends dead? Every breath I take I can feel him." I said trying to be as honest as possible without crying. It was a loosing battle.

"I-I didn't know. You never really talk to me. But couldn't you talk to Dr.Cullen or something instead? He's a doctor, he helps with these kinds of things right?"

"No. I need a new enviroment. I need to see someone who doesn't know my entire life. Someone how's partial to telling me what I want to hear."

"Well you're 18 so I can't tell you know." Charlie said being equally honestly. "So I'll leave this to you."

"I just want to know I have your support. That I'll still have my family when I get back."

"Oh. Of course, Bella. There's nothing you could do to make me disappear. That goes double for your mother." He said understandingly

"Thank you. I'll talk to Carlisle this afernoon and see when they can get me in."

I stood up and headed up stairs leaving Edward behind to talk to Charlie about it more. I was going to take the first step into making myself better. I needed to get better. If not for myself but for my family. Edward could only be so patient and Charlie could only be so understanding. Sure there were many secrets I had to keep mine, but lying about Edward's family had become as easy as talking about the weather.

Carlisle, wasn't the biggest fan of her idea but had agree that it may help. If they figured out I was hiding something he could easily check me out and take me back to thier house. The doctors would never question someone with credicials like Carlisle.

The afternoon seemed to drag on for forever, as I waited for Carlisle to arrive and take me away. My thoughts consumed in the past few months more than ever. I felt a deep regret for wanting to forget, not wanting to remember Jake's funeral or Angela's death. I wanted to forget everything about what had happened to her, the sounds, the smells, everything.

The hospital couldn't make me forget, but it could make me feel like I could handle this without loosing my mind. Not to mention is really was the logical thing. Like in movies, kids loose their bestfriend and they do what? Go to thearpy. So what would logically happen if knew they died and it was her fault? What is the man she loved and herself were forever physically and emotionally scarred from this? In the world of movies, she's check herself into a hospital and then everything would be ok.

I swallowed hard. 'This isn't the movies, Bella' I thought to myself. It was life, and real life wasn't that kind. I thought about being a vampire. Once I was turned I would loose these memories in time. Edward, however, would live with them for eternity. The memories of watching helplessly as his girlfriend was raped and beaten. The memories of an innocent girl being drained dry, and having to choose to do nothing about it. I felt more pain for him than I did for myself, because I could forget this one day.

"Bella, Carlisle is here!" Charlie shouted from down the stairs. Before I could react Edward was at my side.

"I'll carry you down" He whispered, kissing my forehead and lifting me into his arms. Charlie appeared moment later folding my wheelchair and packing it downstairs. Carlisle stood by the car, smiling.

"Bella, you look beautiful today." Carlisle mused opening the cardoor for Edward. Charlie put the chair in the trunk before coming and giving me a hug.

"See you soon Bells."

"Try not to give yourself food poisning" I laughed, trying to lighten the mood slightly. It was crushing me.
Edward climbed into the backseat with me, and Carlisle assured Charlie I'd be alright. After all goodbyes were said and done we pulled away letting my home fade in the distance. On the ride there Edward and I simply sat in silence as I snuggled against his chest. Somewhere along the way me heavy eyes lids gave way and I driffed into a dreamless sleep.

When I awoke she found them pulling up to the massive building.

"I love you" Edward whispered, I looked up seeing a very friendly lady approaching their car, Carlisle got out getting my wheel car from the trunk and introducing himself. The nurse appearing dazzled by him, as most other people were.

"I love you too." I said sitting up. He crawled out of the Mercedes and helped lift me into the wheelchair.

"I'll see you soon." I said before the nurse wheeled me away. I didn't have any paperwork or forms to fill out since Carlisle had done that all ahead of time for me.

Maybe this would work. Maybe I'd be alright afterall. At least that's what I hoped for.
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And there you have it kitties. I know I left A LOT of loose ends. But that was kinda the point to making a sequel. I hope you guys have loved this as much as I have. And I want to say thanks to my number one fan girl, Gaps Of Misery. She's been a stunning reviewer through the story. Spurring me on to write new chapters :)