Tuesday at lunch, I was subjected to more torture as Alice continued to bounce in her seat, obviously having trouble containing herself.

“What do you want, Alice?” I sighed.

Alice stopped bouncing and opened her mouth to talk. Edward cut in with a low growl and they stared at each other, probably having another mind conversation.

“Don’t worry, Edward.” I placed a hand on his chest to help relax him.

The growling stopped, but they continued to stare at each other. After a minute, he hung is head and Alice turned to me smiling.

“How is therapy going?”

I groaned. Did she have to remind me? “Fine.”

“Your next appointment is today, after school.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot,” I muttered sarcastically. “That reminds me. How am I getting away from Charlie this time?”

This time, it was Alice’s turn to roll her eyes at me. “He’ll be out working,” she exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, throwing her hands in the air.

When she settled back into her seat, she tapped her head and winked at me. Of course they would know and take care of everything. Edward was going to drag me to Nancy’s house one way or another.

–

School ended all too soon, and I found myself in the passenger seat of Edward’s Volvo much sooner than I would have liked. The ride to Port Angeles was spent in silence. I was pissed at him for taking me to therapy – again. There was no way in the world I still needed to do this. I hated it, it was a waste of my time, and there was no problem anymore.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked when we pulled up in front of Nancy’s house.

“The best way to end this,” I replied. He sighed and got out of the car.

Seconds later, my door was being opened, and Edward’s hand was held out for mine. I took it, stepping out. Of course, the garden was the first thing I saw. The entire ‘theory’ came to mind as I walked towards the front door.

The apple tree, which stood front and center, obviously captured my attention first. According to Edward, the apple represents choice. I, obviously, had no idea what that meant. I mean, what choice did I have?

The small flowers around it were the many different people. I figured I was much like one of those flowers at the moment – small and insignificant. The rose, which Edward said means love and beauty, was certainly him, despite his belief that those things were I. He was just too perfect. There was no way a small flower could compare to the beautiful roses in the background.

Finally, the vine shows my paths. But I couldn’t see that much either. I was just an average person. How could my life be so beautiful and creative?

The last stones were just a few inches apart. They led us to a few feet of concrete, which brought us to the front door. Edward pushed the button and the ringing sound went off.“Hello,” Nancy smiled at us. “Come in.”

Today she was wearing a bright red dress with sparkly, red flats. The outfit reminded me of a cross between Little Red Riding Hood, and Dorothy from ‘The Wizard of Oz.’

We all sat down in the same positions as last time, and Nancy looked over her notes. After a few minutes, she began.

“Bella. You said that you thought nothing was wrong anymore. Has anything happened since Saturday?”

Oh yes! Edward forgot to tell me he was going hunting, and I cried, thinking he’d left me again. Then I had tons of homework on Monday and Edward had to show off his intelligence. Finally, today my friend, Alice, decided to mention my appointment. And since then, I’ve been really pissed off.

“No,” I stated simply.

“I see. Well, in the other times – why do you think you did it?”

I don’t know. It just kind of happens.

“I guess when I’m thinking.”

“Interesting. And what do you think about?”

Edward. When he left, when I was alone. Jacob.

I shrugged. “Edward. Jacob.”