Blackbird

A/N: First twilight story :3 I actually like this one, I've gone though it quite a few times and changed things. I love feedback, so please remember to review, or at least do something to let me know you are there and like the story!

Yesterday was the day Charlie Swan's daughter officially snapped.

Bella had been rushed to the hospital, after being found in the bathroom by her father. When she awoke to the worried eyes of her Charlie, and Billy and Jacob Black, all she could think of was how stupid she had been to not lock the door.

Of course she had been found when she finally had the courage to go all the way. She was going to end her life, and her father had to come home early. He had to see the bathroom door cracked, he had to be curious when Bella didn't answer his concerned calls. He had to bring the Black family with him to the hospital.

"Bella… how are you feeling?" Charlie asked, a bit apprehensive speaking to his daughter for the first time since he found her. Bella had been out cold, completely unresponsive.

"Why are they here?" Bella cut straight to the point, ignoring the pointed look she received from her father at her rudeness.

"We were worried about you love." Jacob quickly added, cutting though the tension with more tension.

Bella refused to meet his eyes, knowing that if she did she might actually feel guilty for the boy.

They were supposed to marry, ever since the day Bella was born, she had been 'promised' to the son of Billy Black. Her mother whisked her away when she was nothing but a baby, hoping she would find someone she loved in Phoenix, but Renee ended up falling in love instead.

Bella ended back up in Forks, with a suitor bombarding her daily with sugary words and clumsy attempts at romanticism. Her initial uncaring attitude gradually became one of detest. She hated the constant attention and the lack of privacy.

"I'm fine." Bella bit back, jutting her chin out like a child and turning her face away from her concerned family.

Charlie was caught somewhere between his annoyance with her daughter and concern for her well-being. His annoyance eventually won out.

"Then what the hell were you doing in a pool of your own blood?" Charlie tried to keep his voice down, but a nurse stilled popped her head in the check how Bella was doing shortly following his outburst.

"What do you think!" Bella shouted back, once the nurse was out of earshot.

"It looked to me like you were trying to kill yourself! You lost almost enough blood to cause permanent damage! Is that what you want?" Charlie's face was turning red, he was trying not to be too angry with Bella for trying to commit suicide, but he couldn't think rationally when his daughter didn't even attempt to make excused for her actions.

She wasn't even sorry.

"I think it's obvious what I was doing." Bella muttered under her breath, closing her eyes to effectively end the conversation.

There was a heavy silence in the hospital room, broken by Billy when he brought up the marriage.

"What do we do now Charlie? She isn't in any state to deal with this now." Billy glanced at Bella out of the corner of his eye, unexpressed bitterness shining brightly in his eyes.

"No, she isn't." Charlie reluctantly agreed. Bella knew how much it was bothering him to have to tell Billy the wedding, and probably the whole deal was off, but Bella had made it impossible for things to go on as planned. She couldn't simply walk out of the hospital after a suicide attempt.

"Do we call it off then?" The slight rise in the tone of Billy's voice was more then enough for Bella to know how angry he was about this. She knew he wasn't angry that Bella had tried to kill herself though, he was angry that his son's bride had gone and made herself unavailable.

"Yes, I haven't even talked to a therapist yet, I don't know what they are going to want to do with Bella." Charlie sank back down into his chair with a sigh, concern for is daughter finally growing stronger then his annoyance.

Jacob shifted uncomfortably in the room, and Bella finally opened her eyes, staring passed her visitors and into the hallways of the hospital. From her room, she could see a nurse's station, and on the other side of the room, there was a window that overlooked the forest behind the hospital.

Something else caught her eye though, something other then Jacob awkwardly moving himself closer to her bedside.

A doctor was approaching her room, with stunning golden blond hair. His eyes were a sharp topaz that stood out from the paleness of his skin, and they were focused right on Bella.

The door to the room slid open, and the doctor slipped in gracefully, closing the door behind himself.

"Good morning Bella, nice to see you awake finally." The doctor held out his hand to Bella, offering her a handshake, which she accepted gratefully. The movement of arms made her cringe though, and she was made painfully aware of just how much damage she had done.

The doctor quickly greeted the others in the room, before turning his attention back to Bella. This annoyed Charlie some, but he wasn't going to create problems with the doctor in charge of his daughter.

"I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen, and I will be taking care of you for the remainder of your stay, as well as when you are transferred." Doctor Cullen glanced down at that papers he was carrying in his hand, before setting them on a counter and grabbing a stool with wheels to sit on.

"Where are you transferring my daughter?" Charlie quickly interjected, before Bella was able to even properly greet the man who might have saved her life.

Carlisle grabbed Bella's bandaged arms gently, not even looking back to Charlie as he spoke.

"Bella needs to be sent somewhere where she can deal with her symptoms of depression and suicidal thoughts. Since she is still a minor it's the recommendation of me and a number of my colleagues that Bella be transferred to a psych hospital where her condition can be monitored and she can receive treatment in a secure location." Carlisle expertly unwrapped the bandages, gently peeling away the ones that had stuck to her skin from dried blood.

"You are going to send her to a mental institution?" Charlie's face revealed much more of his anger then his voice gave away. The redness was a sign that his rage was building, but this time not directed at Bella.

"There are multiple scars, all ranging in age from what I can assume would be as far as maybe six months. This is a destructive behavior and Bella needs to be taken somewhere it can be stopped." Carlisle swapped antiseptic on the wounds, cleaning up some of the excess dried blood, and then rewrapping the bandages, snuggly. Bella noticed that he tied the wraps looser then the nurses, and was secretly grateful for that. They had been tight and uncomfortable before.

"Do you really need to send her to an institution?" It was Jacob who asked the question Bella assumed was on both Charlie and Billy's minds.

"I would strongly disagree with sending her home. This incident would most likely only be repeated." Carlisle was calm as he spoke, occasionally smiling at Bella. She assumed it was to keep her from panicking, but appreciated his concern nonetheless.

Charlie's mouth dropped, but he didn't yell as Bella expected. Instead he sighed and leaned back in his chair, letting his head fall back against the wall.

"How much is this going to cost me?" Charlie finally asked, breaking another one of the uncomfortable silences that were abundant in the hospital room.

"Your insurance will cover the cost of her stay. The institution I would like her to go to also has many donors, so the cost is very low for the patients and their families." Carlisle picked up the papers he had brought with him, grabbing a sheet from somewhere near the middle of the stack.

"La Rouge, a hospital for minor psychological issues. A lot of young kids are sent here for a variety of curable reasons, nothing too serious like psychosis or schizophrenia." Carlisle passed the papers to Charlie, who took them without meeting Carlisle's eyes.

"Will I be able to finish out school?" Bella asked, grabbing the attention of all the onlookers in the room. Dr. Cullen smiled softly at her, nodding in affirmation to her question. Jacob shot her a pointed look, a little shocked by her question.

"When do we need to get her there?" Charlie said softly, looking out the window to the forest instead of meeting the curious faces of Carlisle and Bella.

Billy was shocked at Charlie's submission, but he was not shy in expressing it.

"How can you just let her go like this!?" Billy sat up straight in his wheelchair, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

Bella wanted to laugh at Billy's concern. Was he really concerned about Bella leaving to stay at a psychological institute? She didn't think so. He was greedy and old-fashioned, he still wanted Bella to marry Jacob after all that she had to done to make sure that wouldn't happen.

Maybe, Bella thought, if Jacob hadn't been forced upon her since her return to Forks, she wouldn't be so repulsed by his presence. She could actually see herself being friends with him, maybe in some parallel universe.

"What if I don't mind going?" Bella snapped, drawing another uncomfortable silence over the room.

"Well Bella," Charlie finally met her gaze, the conflicting emotions still flashing through his eyes, "What do you want to do at this point?"

For Bella, the answer was a resounding yes ever since the option was opened up to her. She didn't especially want to die, but she also did not want to continue living the life she was leading. If she appeared too eager, Charlie might catch on to her plan. If she appeared too sullen, Charlie might not let her go too easily.

"I'll go." She announced into the silence. Dr. Cullen smiled at her, but then quickly turned his full attention to the visitors in Bella's hotel room.

"I'd like to speak to Bella alone for a few minutes, if you don't mind." Dr. Cullen motioned towards the door, and the three guests all shuffled out, not one casting a single glance back to the girl lying in the hospital bed.

When the door had finally clicked shut, Carlisle let out a breath Bella hadn't noticed he was holding. He swiveled his chair around to face Bella directly, instead of the angle he had taken to speak to the almost unresponsive Charlie.

"Care to tell me why you did it?" He cut straight to the point, Bella noted. If this doctor was going to be her therapist at La Rouge, she was definitely going to need to get better at lying.

"I wanted to kill myself." Bella responded, with as much straightforwardness as Dr. Cullen's inquiry.

"I know that there is more to that story. Your medical records indicate no history of suicidal tendencies, or emotional disorders until you moved here to Forks." Bella scowled at the nosy doctor, but couldn't bring herself to be angry with him.

"Maybe I'll tell you some day." Bella whispered, so lightly that she was sure Carlisle hadn't heard, but to her surprise, he answered her.

"I eagerly await that day, Bella." He smiled at her, a knowing smile, but it also made Bella feel uneasy. If he knew why she did it, why didn't he just call her out on her lies? He was a mystery, probably more of a mystery then the workings of her brain were going to be to him.

It was going to be a long stay at La Rouge, but Bella reminded herself, it's better then what she had here.

Edward sat patiently in his father's office. His hearing was able to pick up on conversations in the surrounding rooms, and his ability to read minds was able to stretch even further. Even though he was sitting in the empty room, Edward felt very crowded.

He was able to zero in on his fathers thoughts, and thus found some relief, but it was short lived.

In his father's mind, he saw another female suicide attempt. She going to be admitted, quite possibly to the same place Edward's father was going to send him. A human treatment center, where people with psychological problems would go about their lives while Edward, a vampire with incredible amounts self hate and a depression that had almost lasted a full century, wandered among them. Carlisle had tried everything for Edward, from talking to him almost daily for hours at a time, to increasing the frequency of Edward's hunting. He knew the problems weren't coming from Edward's vegetarian diet, the rest of the family was able to subside happily on animal blood, it was something else.

Edward didn't want to reveal to his father that he had heard his mother's concern as well though she tried so hard to hide her thoughts around him, they were all so worried about him, which is why Edward had finally agreed to consider going to a human psychological treatment center. Luckily, Carlisle was certified to provide therapy at this center, and would be going with Edward, along with this new girl with the bloody arms and the bottomless eyes.

Carlisle would take Edward out to hunt every other night, and although he had tried to get him a single room, Edward would have to share with another human. Edward's control was nowhere near the level of Carlisle's, even seeing the fresh wounds on the human girl's arms made him shudder. He had never been tempted though, he had never once attempted to kill another human being after his initial rebellion.

Edward had a spotless record if they were to start counting from the time he rejoined the family. He had never slipped, and had no plans to immediately do so. Edward had only agreed to hear his father out because his anguish was affecting the others in his family as well. Alice and Jasper almost had to move away when Edward's feelings would hit a peak. It was too much for the empath to handle.

"Are you still there Edward?" Carlisle asked in his mind. The doctor was still speaking to Bella about what she as going to be experiencing at La Rouge. Maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't have to room with Edward, but La Rouge was a place where things like co-ed rooms weren't uncommon.

"I'm still waiting." Edward said lightly, but still loud enough for his father's hearing to pick up.

'I think we have a lot to discuss." Carlisle's thoughts then switched back over to the girl in the hospital bed, and Edward groaned, sinking deeper into his father's chair.