The Spotlight is On!

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Previously... BPOV

When I was finally let out of the hospital a few days later, the paps and media outlets showered outside, as well as my house, Edward's house, and the studio. So I couldn't go anywhere until things settled down. I didn't care for them, or anyone really. I was too busy packing to go away to Womenspace Treatment Center in Lawrenceville, NJ for the rest of the year.

My mentality, from the past 6 months, has been completely fried. I didn't care about anything anymore, I just knew I couldn't live like this anymore.

~oOo~

-July 1, 2010-

I arrived at Womenspace at 11 AM, on a cloudy Sunday morning. When my driver, Bill, and I drove down the street and pulled up to a tall, gray building.

The clouds above didn't help my nervous mood, so after Bill got my suitcases out of the trunk and held for my hand, I took it with a shaky resistance. But Bill was nice, so that was good.

When we walked up to the tall, black front doors, Bill knocked twice. A minute later, a woman, maybe in her late 30's, came to the door. She had brown hair, green eyes, and a green dress with black pumps. Her too-bright smile made me want to smack her. How dare she smile at my pain?

"Hi, you must be Bella Swan," she reached to shake my hand, which I pulled away quickly. I nodded.

"I'm Bryce Howard, I'll be your counselor for your time here," she said, opening the door wider for us to come in with my stuff. The inside of the building looked a bit brighter than the outside; the living room walls were a pearly, white shade. There were 2 couches on both sides, and a loveseat in the left side. A small tv faced the loveseat.

It didn't look so bad, but it still was hard to stare at for very long, considering my mood.

As we walked past different dorm rooms in the building, Bryce kept talking about how my life would be here. There was no smoking or drugs allowed, and phone use was limited to an hour per day. Cell phones were strictly prohibited. For communication, letters to loved ones were allowed. Group sessions were Sundays and Fridays at 12 PM, right after breakfast at 10 AM. Lunch was at 5 PM; and the lunch menu was full of healthy, organic foods. No junk food was allowed. One on one therapy sessions were Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.

We finally stopped at my door, numbered 314, and Bryce unlocked it using a card. "Here's your room."

We opened to find a young girl laying on her bed, on her stomach. She sat up quickly.

"Oh, hi, Bree, you have a new roommate." Bryce gestured her to me, "This is Bella Swan."

"Hey," Bree said.

"Hey," I said back.

An awkward silence.

"So, Bree, you can help Bella unpack, and we'll see you both for group session at noon, ok?" Bryce's voice became otherworldly high after the word 'ok', I had to fight the urge to cover my ears.

She left, and another awkward silence filled the room.

"You don't have to unpack for me if you don't want to," I said, shrugging.

"No, it's fine." Bree said, "Hey, you're that singer in that band, right? Best Duo, or something?"

I nodded, correcting her, "Duo of the Prime, yeah."

"Oh, cool. Shouldn't you be touring the world right now?" She asked, lifting up a box of my guitars.

"I would be, but..." I trailed off, and swallowed my tears. I slowly sat on my bed across from Bree's as she placed the box next to me.

She looked up and gasped, "Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

I shook my head and wiped my eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she held my shoulder.

I shook my head, making myself dizzy. "No, not yet," I sniffled. "It's too hard."

"Ok. Let's just unpack then." Bree whispered and placed her hand over mine.

I nodded again.

A/N: So things will be dark for awhile, but remember that it gets better in the end.

Thoughts?