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Once Upon A Time, In Therapy, Chapter 1

Chapter One

Your Gravest Words

All these words trip over cracks in the sidewalks.

Uptown, one year.

I'm distantly distressed.

I'm finally coming close to ghost.

I'm dancing on your gravest words

I'm toasting all the coldest stares.

All the loneliest of eyes.

I am a satellite never getting signals right.

You are a constellation.

I can barely make you out tonight.

The city lights are burning too bright.

I cut and paste these sections of maps into my days.

Sunspots.

Almost feverish.

Can you feel me shivering?

I'm finally breaking out of orbit.

I'm clinging to your finest words.

I'm draining all the angry glares.

All that's building up inside.

And the dreamers...

Walk slowly through the crowds, nothing can stop us now.

“Charlie, this is not denial. This is the truth. I. Do. Not. Have. A. Problem. So get

over this little idea, because there’s no way in hell I’m going!”

I’d never spoken to Charlie that way before, and I could tell by the shocked look

on his face that no one ever had. As a cop, you’d think he’d be used to people

mouthing off to him.

But then again, he is a cop in Forks. Enough said.

“Isabella Marie Swan, you will NOT speak to your father like that. I don’t know

what else to do with you. You’re going. The appointment is in an hour, so you’d

better get going.”

I just shrugged, figuring I could pretend to go and then really head to the movies

or something. But Charlie knew me too well.

“Oh, and Bella? I’m driving.”

Yeah…there went that plan. Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have come home last night. I

could have easily told Charlie I was sleeping over at Angela’s for the weekend.

At least until the swelling went down.

Jacob was usually pretty smart about hitting me in places where no one could see

the damage. But I had pissed him off too bad this time by responding to an

innocent question about homework that Mike Newton asked me in the parking lot.

I’d never seen Jake lose it like that. He started in on me right there in the car,

not even waiting until we got to his house.

Since I hadn’t been eating properly for a while, and my skin was so pale, the

bruises stayed longer than they should have; thus, Charlie saw them.

I tried to play it off like my normal clumsiness was to blame, but I’ve always been

a terrible liar.

Plus, how could I have possibly fallen in such a way that I had two black eyes and

a split lip bad enough to need seven stitches? Jake was gonna kill me when he

found out Charlie knew.

That is, if Charlie didn’t kill Jake first. When he figured out what was going on,

I’ve never seen Charlie’s face so purple. It was pretty hilarious.

Anyways, Charlie decided I needed help. He said, and I quote, “You need help

Bells. I’ve never seen you so depressed. You never eat, and you have this

attitude. I’m taking you to group therapy.”

He claimed that I’m in denial about my “abusive relationship” and that I’m

“unhealthily thin”. Apparently, the fact that he should mind his own damn

business never occurred to him.

So that’s how I ended up at group therapy, sitting in a circle, discussing my

feelings. Like I give a damn about these other kids’ problems.

Honestly.

There’s six of us altogether in the circle, with our group leader Miranda sitting in

the middle directing the discussion.

The kid directly across from me looks like he could eat me whole. He’s huge, with

these unnatural muscles protruding out of his shirt. The vein in his neck sticks

out, even when he’s just sitting there.

I think his name’s Emmett, and I’m deathly afraid of him. If Jacob could do this

much damage, I can’t even imagine what someone his size could do to me.

There are two girls on either side of me. One is teeny tiny, with short black hair

and nice designer clothes. Her leg is shaking up and down and her eyes keep

darting around like she’s too hyper to sit still.

In this high, squeaky little voice, she proudly proclaims that her name is Alice.

Like we should all applaud her or something.

The other girl, Rosalie, looks like a swimsuit model. She also looks like she’s cried

every day of her life. I kind of just want to hug her, but her cold blue eyes keep

me at a distance.

Then there’s this tall blonde guy that has the reddest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s all

disheveled and his clothes are wrinkled, like he slept in them and just woke up.

I think his name’s Jasper, and I think he’s extremely hung over.

The last guy is gorgeous, and I could never forget his name. It’s Edward.

He has this messy bronze hair that’s swept over his forehead and emerald eyes

that glare out from under his perfectly arched brows. He spends an inordinate

amount of time examining his scuffed motorcycle boots, like if he stares long

enough he can pretend that he’s anywhere but here.

I can tell he’s filthy rich, because even though the boots are scuffed, they look

seriously expensive. Between the boots, his heavy leather jacket, and the shiny

silver Volvo I saw him drive up in…yeah, I’d say he comes from money.

When he introduces himself, I want to roll my eyes and scoff out loud, because

he is a complete and total tool.

I haven’t ever called anyone a tool before.

I’m pretty sure no one calls anyone a tool anymore, but whatever. It just

perfectly describes him.

He spits out in this deep voice, “I’m Edward.” Then he looks up at me, Rosalie,

and Alice and says, “And no, I don’t want to go out sometime.” Ugh, like the

three of us were openly drooling over him or something.

Well, maybe I was, but that’s beside the point. Who even says something like

that to people he’s never met?

He’s unbelievably arrogant and has that whole “my rich parents don’t pay enough

attention to me, so I cause trouble to get attention” thing going on. I don’t feel

sorry for him one bit.

His smirk simultaneously makes me want to punch him and kiss him senseless.

This whole group therapy thing is going to be…interesting.

Playlist: The Lawrence Arms- Your Gravest Words, Red- Pieces, Muse- Shrinking

Universe, Wayne- Slow Down

Once Upon A Time, In Therapy, Chapter 2

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1. Your Gravest Words2. Handcuffs3. Line and Sinker4. Swimmers5. First Day of

My Life6. Lover I Don't Have to Love7. Wake Up8. Ride9. Sowing Seasons10.

Wonderwall11. Drugs or Me12. Storm13. Lie In the Sound14. You Could Be

Happy15. A Message16. Smother Me17. Your Song18. Nothing Like You and I19.

AN: Twilight Awards20. AN: Indie Twific Awards

Rated: M - English - Angst/Romance - Reviews: 859 - Updated: 07-19-09 -

Published: 06-16-08 - Complete - id:4328958

Hey guys, sorry I forgot to put an Author’s Note in the first chapter. This is my

first FanFic, and I’m pretty much grateful for any feedback at all. So please

review! Also, I forgot to put a Disclaimer (like I said, it’s my first time doing this

and I’m still getting the hang of it) so here it is:

Disclaimer: Me No Own. Stephenie Meyer owns these characters, but I do own

Miranda.

Chapter Two

Handcuffs

I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs

I'd arrest you if I had the time

I'd throw you down in the back seat

As if you'd committed a terrible crime

I'd break in a town's worth of houses

And rob whole families blind

I'd do it to you like you’d do it to me

If you knew you would get away fine

I'd drown all these crying babies

If I knew that their mothers wouldn't cry

I'd hold them down and I'd squeeze real soft

And let a piece of myself die

It's hard to be the better man

When you forget you're trying

It's hard to be the better man

I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs

I'd arrest you if I had time

I'd wait for you outside the courtroom

And taunt you when all your appeals were declined

I'd drive my car off of the bridge

If I knew that you weren't inside

Put the pedal to the floor who could ask for a more

fantastic way to kill some time

You could lay on your back and be beaten

You could put up your fists and fight

You could try and be way up

Way up way up way up

Way up

It's hard be the better man

When you forget you're trying

It's hard to be the better man

When you're still lying

It's hard to be the better man

When you forget you're trying

It's hard to be the better man

When you're still lying

You're still lying

The next week, Miranda asks us to go around and tell everyone the reason we’re

here. Emmett starts, with a big grin on his face.

“Let’s see…why am I heeeeere…well, I used to work out every day after school.

But I never got the kind of muscles I’d been aiming for, no matter how long I was

at the gym, or how much I was lifting. So I got into steroids.”

“But they weren’t doing enough either, so I got into the heavy duty roids, which

happen to be illegal. Who knew? I sure as hell didn’t. But then, when my parents

found out and tried to get me off ‘em, I kinda went off into what they call ‘roid

rage’ and destroyed my dad’s big screen TV and my mom’s most expensive

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