As I walk into the house I see that Charlie is sitting at the kitchen table with a pile of paper beside his beer bottle. I wipe my eyes and prepare for "the talk" I'm a little afraid what he is going to say to me. I don't even bother to say hi he knows I'm here and upset so there is no point, I pull out a chair and sit down on the opposite side of the table from him.

For a few minutes we sat in an awkward silence, neither of us wanting to start this conversation. Finally Charlie starts, "Okay Bella we need to talk." He stops and I look up at him to see that his eyes are starting to water, I didn't think it was possible to feel worse but I do.

"Bella, you know I love you and I know this has been hard since Ed.." I flinch and he stops seeing my reaction. "Since it happened, but I can't do this anymore. I can't sit back and watch you slowly deteriorate, your nothing but skin and bones and I'm done."

"Char..Dad I know this hasn't been easy for you," fresh tears are sliding down my face. How could I have been so blind? Or selfish? Of course my dad would be upset and worry about me.

"You have two options Bella you either go back to live with your mother, which I honestly don't want you to do. Or you agree to see a professional and spend more time with your friends, I need to know that you are with people."

I sit there shell shocked see a therapist or go back to my mom, I know at my moms' I won't get any help. I love her but she has never been a mother to me, but a shrink? I can't do that. Have I really been that bad? Then I remember looking at my dad earlier today when he woke me from my nightmare, but if I even try to tell the truth I'll get committed. What scares me the most is the thought of leaving here and if…they ever came back.

"Dad I can't leave here, mom just won't understand. Please don't send me away." I look at him and try to plead how serious I am, that is until I see that I'm not looking at my dad I'm looking at the chief of police.

"Then you need to agree to see someone, because I can't even leave this house to go to work or fish without worrying if you're going to hurt yourself." He looks so sad and old, like he's aged a decade.

I feel like I have been kicked in the chest, am I that bad? "Dad you know I would never hurt myself." I feel angry, I am devastated but ending my life was never an option for me.

"Look at yourself Bella!" He yells gesturing at me. "You have easily lost thirty pounds, maybe you didn't cut yourself but starving yourself to death is no better."

I'm taken aback by that, have I been trying to harm myself? Maybe I do need to talk to someone about how I feel, especially after what happened today at gym. I sit at the table with my head down and tears falling freely from me. What am I going to do?

I want to get angry yell at him saying he is just trying to get rid of me, he hadn't been in my life for ten years or so and he just wanted to go back to being free. But I know that it's just not true Charlie doesn't want me to go, I can see that when I look at him. But to admit to getting professional help doesn't seem right to me, I think only because if I really let myself think about it I might admit to needing this help and what that means.

I look at my dad and try to convey how I feel and how I can't give him an answer right away but the look he gives me tells me there is no time. Uh-oh I guess he wants an answer now.

"Charlie I.." I can't think of a single thing to say to defend my actions because honestly how can I? "Alright Charlie you win if I agree to talk to someone can I stay here?" I hold my breath waiting for an answer.

He looks at me like he is trying to read my mind, he probably wants to know if I am actually being serious. I look into his eyes, the first time I have really looked in his eyes for a long time. He seems slightly satisfied with what he sees because he nods his head.

"If you see someone and start spending time with your friends then you can stay here." He takes a big drink of his beer, I notice his hand slightly shaking. He thought I was going to leave. I'm happy to see that he was scared I might want to go back to my mom.

He walks over and hugs me he whispers, "I love you Bella I just want you to be happy." I hug him gently still not really ready for any physical contact. "I know this is scary, but I think that this is for the best."

I step back from him and pretend to not notice how sad he looks when I do. "I know you care, I'll try but you need to give me time."

"I'll get the numbers of a few therapists and then we will go from there." I start to walk towards my room when he calls after me, "the school called, do you want to talk about it?"

Think I'll save that for my therapist, I think. I turn to Charlie, "no I'm going to get a shower then I'll make dinner." I know there is a baseball game on soon, as usual so I know he won't argue with me.

"Okay if you're sure," he turns into the living room and as I climb the stairs I hear the TV turn on. I roll my eyes he is the most predictable man I have ever met.

I go to my room and pick up my flannel pj bottoms and a tank top and head to the bathroom. I needed to wash this day off of me, I turn the water on as hot as it can be. Ever since…they left I can't stand the cold it just reminds me of them. When I get out of the shower I know my skin is a light red, but I can't bring myself to look at my reflection. I quickly change and head down to the kitchen. Pasta sounds like a good idea so I start to make the sauce, it needs to be in the oven for almost an hour so as its cooking I know this is a good time to send an email. I can't sit in the living room with Charlie and pretend I'm watching the game as I usually do, things are so awkward now.

As usual I don't know how to start this email, I don't know why I keep sending them I never get a response they are sent back because the sender closed their account. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breathe.

"Dear Alice,

Things are not going good, I wish you were here. I keep having those dreams and Charlie is really getting worried. He wants…it doesn't matter. School was awful today I heard a group of girls talking about me and HIM. It was all wrong, they don't know anything about us what we were. I just feel so alone, the only person I can count on is Angela and she has a life of her own. I just don't know what to do I feel empty all the time, and now I feel lonelier than ever.

I hear the buzzer go off in the kitchen and I turn from the computer and go to finish the sauce. As I let it simmer I put on pasta, and go to finish my email unsure of how I even want to continue. There is so much I want to say to her, but it won't do any good. I turn to the computer and start typing.

Charlie thinks that I spend too much time on my own and he wants me to be with my friends, if he only knew that all I have is Angela. He is scared and I can't blame him, I'm different, I've changed and not for the best. I don't sleep more than a few hours a night and I barely eat, so I have lost some weight. I have to go Alice, I love you and miss you more everyday!

I hit send only to receive a notification that it was not received, let's add it to the list I think sarcastically. I scroll down to see the dozens of emails I have sent to her, we tried to send. I look at all the emails for another minute then head downstairs.

When dinner is ready I suggest we watch the rest of the game and Charlie agrees and he goes backs for seconds when I can hardly eat the handful of pasta I had on my plate. I forced myself to swallow a few mouthfuls then I couldn't eat anymore. Charlie sat back down and looked at what I hadn't eaten he looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

"You know you haven't spent time with Jacob in a while, I bet he would like to see you." He looks at me from the corner of his eye.

In all honesty the thought of seeing Jacob does seem nice, he was always nice to me. This would also be a good way to show Charlie that I am willing to work with him so he doesn't send me away. "You're right I haven't seen him in a while." Charlie looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head, I smile to myself.

"Well I bet he would like to see you," Charlie suggests.

I look at him and know that I really don't have a choice in this, "I'll call him tomorrow and see when he would want to get together."

"Well I was thinking about going to see Billy tomorrow and maybe you could come along and see Jacob then." God he will not let this go.

"Okay Charlie that sounds good, I made a lot of sauce we could bring them dinner." As I start to get up I see his smile getting bigger, knowing that he won.

"Well if you think so, I bet they would love that."

"Great, I'm going to do my homework then the dishes so don't worry about them." I put my dishes in the sink after quickly throwing out the rest of my meal. Charlie mumbles something like sounds good then looks back at the game. I open my book bag and start on my work, before I know it the sun is down and Charlie has gone to bed. I'm already a head in schoolboy at least a week in all the textbooks. I sigh then go to work on the dishes, by the time I'm done it's almost 12:30. Time to lay in bed. I think sadly, I don't want another nightmare but of course I know I'm going to have one.

As I lay in bed I look out my window and wonder what else is out there if vampires exist what else deos? That thought captures my mind until I eventually cant keep my eyes open any longer and the world turns to darkness.