Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Unbeta'd: Daily-ish updates. All mistakes are my own. Sorry for the mess.

Warnings: Mature content and possible trigger warnings.

Thud.

The window is cold as my head hits it. I don't mean to. My wrists are bound and the car ride is bumpy. The day is gray and the sky wants to cry but it can't. Kind of like me. Tears are barely just there. Caught in the web of torment. Not letting me weep my sorrows away as I remember. Remembering is what got me here in the first place.

He screams my name, "Bella!" But it comes out more like a gurgle. Unintelligible. But I know. I try to reach him but all I can really recall is the way his hands fight the water, slapping at the surface as he tries to bring himself to sweet, precious air.

Thud.

"Everything will be okay, Bella."

Mother pats my hand. She sits with me in the backseat. I don't think I've ever seen her sit back here. But here she is. Soothing me like I don't ever remember her doing before.

"Dr. Black is one of the best. He promises me he will cure you."

Father grunts from the front. I ignore it. He's always preferred Emmett to me. His only son when I am just his daughter and sons were so rare these days. I wish Emmett were with me now, but they told me no. That he couldn't come. That he'd stay home while they locked me away or in their words, "get me help."

Thud.

Hours pass. Maybe minutes. Or seconds. I can't tell with time anymore. But then it's there. Sitting against the ocean. Forgotten in its age. You'd never know its purpose at first glance. What the dilapidated walls hide within.

For a few brief moments, my head is saved from the cold glass as we watch the wrought iron gates open with slow precision, the wind blowing dead leaves, marking our path. Mother sobs next to me, her hands pressed against her mouth as if she's trying to hold all of her pain inside herself. Above the gates, sits the namesake of my new home, the curling letters pulling us in. Port Angeles Asylum welcomes me with enthusiasm.

Thud.