A/N: Trigger Warnings

She only gave in because she was lonely. If anyone, literally anyone, had spoken to her that day, maybe things would have been different. Maybe it would have stopped her from going through her father's shaving kit and pulling out the newest razor blade she could find. Maybe it would have stopped her from filling the tub and writing the letter. Maybe it would have reminded her that there were other people in the world than just them—than just the people who left her behind. There were people who weren't there to break her or hurt her. There were people who loved her and cared about her. Maybe even a totally stranger could have stopped her, but no one spoke to Bella the day she planned her death.

She knew that the day was coming. She'd been thinking about it for months now. And she knew Charlie was suspicious too. A week after they left, he started locking up his gun at night. He'd never done that before. A couple days after that he cleaned out the medicine cabinet claiming that it was all expired anyways. Bella was convinced he'd talked to half the local business to be on the lookout for her as well. Every time she entered Newton's, at least three separate people asked her what she was looking for, or what her plans were for the weekend, all the while taking a close look at whatever she had in her shopping cart, probably looking for rope, or poison, or any other potentially deadly thing someone probably shouldn't be buying while they are near comatose with depression.

Charlie watched her like at any moment she would pull a knife from the block in the kitchen and plunge it into her stomach. He barely let her cook anymore. He didn't want her alone in the kitchen.

But Bella was too wrapped in her loneliness to realize how hard Charlie was trying for her. He brought her favorite meals home constantly. He called Renee for book recommendations, and he bought her a new one every week—she never read a single one. Instead she would sit at her desk and stair out the window watching the autumn leaves decay into rain, snow, and mud. Watching the world pass her by as she was stuck in the past hoping for a miracle to save her.

So she wrote the note. She filled the tub. She stole the razor.

It felt like falling asleep. There was a sting in her wrist as she watched the blood swirl away from her body and tint the clear water red. Her eyes followed it trails until the were indistinguishable from the water, and she felt her eyes lull closed.

She never expected to wake up. She never expected cool arms to pull her from the lukewarm water and clutch her to their chest. She never expected her eyes to flutter open only to meet rich golden eyes muddled by tears. She could tell they were trying to say something to her. She could hear them speaking, but it felt like she was still underwater. The sound was a muffled falsetto. They tried to keep her awake, but her eyes were so tired, and she just wanted to sleep so she kept them closed.

She could feel herself being moved. The air around her caused her skin to pimple with goose flesh as the water dried against her skin. She felt something soft brushing against her skin, but the skin felt so distant like someone was brushing against a coat she was wearing rather than her own body.

She woke up in a hospital. No memory of anything but golden eyes. The smell of antiseptic burned her nose, and the lights hurt her eyes when she opened them. She tried to raise her arm to shield them, but found that they were strapped down to the bed.

"What the fuck?" she muttered to herself. But it came out more like a wheeze from the dryness in her throat.

Footsteps sounded nearby and she soon heard the sound of a door opening, and someone entering.

"You're awake," the voice said. She heard more footsteps and then the scraping of something across the floor before the voice spoke again. "How do you feel?"

Bella still unable to open her eyes in the light, or fully speak, tried to gesture to her throat, but couldn't with the straps on her arms.

"Oh," the voice said, and began to pull against the velcro on the straps. "Let me get those off for you. You're being supervised so you won't need them."

Bella rubbed her wrists when they were free, and then tried to say she needed water, but it came out a croak so she held up her hands against her throat and tried to open her eyes again as one shaded them from the light. She fluttered her eyes open slowly, and she felt a glass bump against her arm. She grabbed it and sucked deeply from the straw.

She turned to the woman who handed her glass to thank her, but found her mouth flopping open as she examined her.

Gold eyes—she was a vampire. That much was easy to figure out. Pale skin, gold eyes, unhuman beauty, Bella had been down that road before. She pushed herself back in the bed away from the woman.

"Who are you?" Bella asked. "You're not one of them are you?"

"I'm Tanya," the woman said. "One of who?"

"Them," she said quietly. "One of th-the Cullens."

She swallowed hard as she said the name. She looked at the woman and couldn't help but stare. She was ridiculously gorgeous.

"No," Tanya said with a scowl.

"How did I get here?" Bella said. "The last thing I remember is the tub—"

"I found you," Tanya said. "I brought you here."

Tanya sat close on the chair that she'd pulled up to the bed and grabbed Bella's hand. There was a bandage wrapped around her wrist, and Tanya lightly ran her thumb along its edge. "Why did you do it?" Tanya asked, looking up and catching Bella's eyes with her own.

"No offense," Bella said quietly. "But I don't really know you, and you're a vampire…and you know th-them."

"I understand," Tanya said with a nod. She released Bella's hand and brought them back into her lap. "You don't have any reason to trust me yet, but I want you to know that I'll be here until you tell me to leave."

"Why? I don't even know you," Bella said.

"Not yet. But I hope to change that."

Bella yawned widely, and she gave Tanya and apologetic glance. "Has anyone called Charlie?"

"He was here a little while ago," Tanya said. "We sent him home to get some food, and clothes for you. He was driving the nurses nuts with his pacing and constant questions."

"We?"

"My sisters and I," Tanya clarified. "Kate and Irina. You can meet them if you like, but after you rest. You need your sleep. You lost a lot of blood."

Bella laid back down on the bed, before hitting the light switch on the control by her bed. It didn't take her long for her to fall asleep with a thanks to the pain killers.

She was woken several hours later by her father's voice speaking to someone. She opened her eyes to see him talking anxiously with a woman in a white medical coat. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she was distracted from their conversation when she felt a hand take her own.

"Tanya?" Bella asked. Tanya hummed in response. "What are they saying?"

"The doctor is telling your father that you'll have to be taken to a psyche ward," Tanya sighed. "But your father is trying to convince her to let him take you home."

"Is it working?"

"I don't know," Tanya said. "The doctor seems to believe you'll be at risk for a while. They want to keep you here—sedated."

Bella sighed and dropped her head into her hands. "God I'm so stupid." She shook her head viciously.

"Hey," Tanya said. "You're not stupid. You're hurting."

Bella just looked at her. What would this random woman know of hurting anyway? Where did she even come from? She knew nothing of what they had put her through, why did she even care?

"Why are you here?" Bella asked. The question seemed to surprise Tanya. Her eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth a couple times.

"Alice sent us," a voice said from the door. She looked up to see another blonde woman. This one was slightly taller with straighter hair. "I'm Kate."

Bella nodded and noticed that another woman stood behind her. She moved around Kate to step forward. "Irina," she said, pointing to herself.

Slight recognition passed through Bella's eyes. She remembered those names. They were from Denali, and the Cullens called them their cousins. "From Alaska," Bella finished.

"Yeah. So, you've heard of us," Kate said smugly.

"Yeah, well, don't be too proud," Bella said. "It wasn't from a reputable source."

"Bella!" Charlie called as he stepped in the door and moved around the three female vampires. He pulled her into a strong hug and didn't let go until Bella wheezed for breath. He backed up and immediately his demeanor changed. "What were you thinking? Why would you do this Bella? I know they hurt you, but was that really worth dying over? I just don't—Bella why?"

Charlie was on the verge of crying, and Bella wasn't holding back. The tears were falling freely down her face and she felt a soothing cold hand rubbing her back. She could send the questioning looks coming from the Denali sisters, but she had no desire to give them any information that could get back to the Cullens. "I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"No, Bella," Charlie said. "Don't be sorry. I just want you to feel better. You're sick, but you can get better."

Bella nodded.

"They are going to keep you overnight tonight," Charlie explained. "And in the morning, they are sending you down for a psych eval. Depending what they decide, you might be able to come home."

"And if not?" Bella said dreading the answer.

"We'll cross that road when we get there," he said with a sad smile. "Now," he said pulling back to sit where Tanya had formerly been sitting. "Who are these lovely ladies?"

"This is Tanya," Bella said pointing to the woman behind her who was rubbing her back in slow circles, and then pointing to the other two. "Kate, and Irina."

They spent the evening talking quietly among themselves while Bella drifted in and out of sleep. In the morning, her father was gone and Tanya was the only one with you.

"Why are you still here?" Bella asked. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and ran a hand through her hair. She felt disgusting, like she was covered in sweat and blood.

"I told you," Tanya said. "I'm not leaving."