The Troubled Girl(A Twilight Fanfic)

Chapter 2

The next morning, Carlisle walked into the girl's room to see she was awake. "Good morning." He greeted her.

"Morning." She greeted back.

"I brought you some breakfast." Carlisle said.

"Thank you." The girl said.

Carlisle pulled a chair over to the bed.

"Look. It's understandable if you're scared, but we really need to know your name." He said. "We can't help you if we don't know who you are."

The girl sighed. "Quinn Roberts." She answered.

"Well Quinn, can I ask how old you are?" Carlisle asked.

"14." Quinn replied.

"Where are your parents?" Carlisle asked.

"I'm a foster kid." Quinn explained. "I was running away from a group home when the car hit me."

"And may I ask why you ran in front of the car?" Carlisle asked.

"It's not easy being a foster kid. You look me up and you'll find being hospitalized twice for attempted suicide and once for fainting and dehydration due to not eating or drinking." Quinn continued. "All they do is put me on a suicidal watch for how many ever hours and whatever drugs they put me on, and release me. Doesn't keep me from wanting to do it again once I leave the hospital."

Carlisle was quiet for a minute. "Well, I appreciate you telling me." He finally said. "I'll be back to check on you later."

"Thank you for the meal, but I'm not hungry." Quinn said.

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Carlisle asked.

"I don't want it." Quinn insisted.

"Alright." Carlisle said. "I'll leave it in case you change your mind." He left the room. He spent some time checking on other patients. As well as look up Quinn's medical file. What she had told him was correct. She had been hospitalized three other times. Once including from dehydration and a diagnosis of anorexia.

Around the afternoon, he went to check on Quinn again. As he approached her room, he heard yelling.

"What's going on?" Carlisle asked as he rushed into the room. He found Quinn fighting against a doctor putting restraints on her.

"She freaked out, again." The doctor explained.

"And you thought she should be restrained?" Carlisle asked. "Get out. Now."

The doctor didn't say anything and just walked out of the room.

Carlisle turned to Quinn, who was still fighting against the restraints. "Quinn. Hey. Hey. Look at me." He said, gently placing his hands on her wrists to get her attention.

Quinn looked up at him.

"I'm going to take the restraints off. Can you try to calm down for me?" Carlisle asked.

Quinn settled down a little.

"Are you okay?" Carlisle asked as he removed the restraints.

"I don't understand why I do this." Quinn said.

"People in your situation have a difficult time expressing their emotions, especially in kids around your age who are still developing, so they find unconventional ways to do it like lashing out." Carlisle explained. "But, you're going to be okay. We're going to get you some help."

Quinn nodded.

Later that evening, Carlisle walked into the house from work. "I'm home." He called.

"Hi Carlisle." The kids called.

"Esme?" He said.

"Art room?" Esme said.

Carlisle walked up to Esme's art room. "Hi love." He greeted her with a kiss.

"Hey." Esme said. "How was work."

"It was alright." Carlisle replied. "How was your day."

"It was good." Esme answered. "I've been redesigning and redecorating the Chicago house to make it more modern."

"It looks great." Carlisle said. "So, I need to talk to you about something."

"What about?" Esme asked.

"So, I had this patient come in today. She's a foster kid and she has a lot of mental issues." Carlisle explained, giving the least amount of details as he possibly could. "I'm trying to help her and want her to stay here with us."

"Isn't psych not your area?" Esme asked.

"Yes, but I'm the only person she trusts." Carlisle replied. "She won't let any other doctor go near her."

"And you think she should stay with us?" Esme asked.

"It'd be more beneficial for her to stay in a regular home than in a hospital or psychiatric facility." Carlisle answered.

"I don't have an issue with it." Esme said. "Since she's going to be staying here, am I allowed to ask what kind of mental issues she has?"

Carlisle thought for a moment. She did have a point.

"She has depression, anorexia, and she becomes violent sometimes." He explained.

"You're leaving something out." Esme said.

Carlisle hesitated. He wasn't sure how Esme would react to this.

"She's also suicidal." He finished. "She's been hospitalized four times now for attempted suicide."

Esme didn't say anything.

"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked.

"I'm fine." Esme replied.

"I just know how you feel about this after what you went through." Carlisle said.

"If she needs help Carlisle, I'm not going to tell you not to help her." Esme said. "I'm okay with us fostering her."

"I suppose we should talk to the kids about it." Carlisle said. 

"We're okay with it." They heard Rosalie say.

"Are you guys sure?" Carlisle asked as he and Esme walked out of the room. "I realize it's going to be difficult having a human in the house."

"I'll be the first to say that she shouldn't be sent to a psychiatric facility against her will." Alice said with a slight shiver.

Carlisle was mainly looking at Jasper.

"We'll manage." Jasper said, comforting Alice.

"Alright." Carlisle said. "If you guys wouldn't mind helping put away anything that would elude to us being vampires, I'd appreciate that. Especially in my office. I'll be using it a lot more."

Everyone nodded.