Chapter 1: Life Sucks
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
This was a story I thought of this morning. I hope you like it.
Renesmee's POV
"Take care of my daughter" said a beautiful woman to the giant russet wolf I was riding. The wolf took off underneath me and I looked over my shoulder see a confrontation beginning to ensue. I could feel tears forming in my eyes at the thought of never seeing them again. The wolf paid no attention to what was going on behind me. I could hear someone quickly pursuing us as the wolf ran through the forest. I looked up to see someone about to attack us. "Watch out!" I screamed. The wolf jumped up and attacked the creature that was about to attack us. I could feel myself losing my grip on his fur before I fell off and hit my head on a tree. The wolf ran off without even noticing what happened to me. I blacked out before I could scream.
My eyes snapped opened as I felt myself falling towards the floor. I tried to break my fall with no luck. I could hear cruel laughter coming from the other kids around. "Hey loch ness" one of them sneered. I looked up to see Devon holding my russet colored stuffed wolf. "Give him back" I said. "Why don't you come and get it" he said before running off with it. I ran after him. "Looks like loch ness wants her stupid little baby toy" he said and started laughing and soon all of the other kids had joined him. "Yeah because she's just a big baby" another boy said. Devon just ran outside and threw the wolf in a mud puddle. He then pushed me into the mud puddle as well. All of his friends started laughing as well. Eventually they all stopped and just left. I picked up the wolf and went back inside.
Growing up in an orphanage is hard. I've been in the system for as long as I can remember. I was found somewhere in Forks Washington I had bad head injury which resulted in memory loss. I could only remember my name Renesmee. The staff found it odd that my name was Renesmee because the backpack I had with me carried a passport that said Vanessa Wolfe. There was also a huge sum of money in their which they ended up donating to the first orphanage that I was in.
Yes, it was my first. I've been in numerous orphanages since I was about five years old. Now I'm 15 years old. I've been adopted more times than I can possibly count, but I'm always returned once they realize that they can't handle a kid with my situation. They find that they can't handle a sick kid.
Here's how it all started. The first time I was adopted I was about six years old. I grew very close to my adopted parents and they loved just as much as any biological parents would love a biological child. They would always kiss me goodnight. They would always tell me how much they loved me. They would tell me that I was a blessing. But, that all changed one day about six months after the adoption. One morning I had woken up violently sick. I started throwing up a lot of blood. They rushed me to the hospital. After numerous tests were done the doctors said that I had Leukemia. It's cancer that's located in the blood. I was told that I wouldn't even make it until my tenth birthday. My parents didn't want me after that because they couldn't afford treatment. So a couple of days later I was returned to a local orphanage. I cried for days after that. I never thought that they would abandon me like that. I was heartbroken.
I was adopted again and again. Each and every time I had my heart broken. I would grow to love them, but then as soon as they found out that I had Leukemia they would dump me at an orphanage like I meant absolutely nothing to them. Again I would cry for days on end.
As a result of this I became socially withdrawn. I didn't allow people to get close to me anymore because I was afraid of heartbreak again. Instead I devoted my time to reading books. I was a book addict.
I was also teased and bullied in the orphanages that I was in. I was an easy target because of my social withdrawal and my illness. Somehow I made it to my 15th birthday even though my Leukemia raged on. The interesting thing is that you wouldn't even know that I was sick. I looked like any other teenager.
I know that I'll never get adopted now. No one wants a 15 year old leukemic girl that's destined to die anyway.
I just wish that I could remember my past life. I could not remember anything. I only had two things from my past life that were in that backpack. The first was that stuffed wolf that I was currently cleaning. It looked exactly like the wolf from that dream. I've been having that dream for as long as I can remember. I wonder what it means. Does it in any way connect to my past? Who was the strange beautiful pale, brown haired, and gold eyed woman? Why was I always riding a wolf?
The second object I had was a locket that said 'Plus que ma proper vie'. The locket also had a crest with some sort of lion in it. No one knew what the inscription said but they can tell that it was French. So out of curiosity I decided to learn French. I was so happy the day that I was finally able to read 'more than my own life'. It sparked my curiosity even more. Who gave me this? Why this inscription?
After cleaning the wolf I decided to go out and get some ice cream with the money I had found on the street a few days ago. So I left without asking permission. With so many kids here they never even notice that I'm gone. It's not like they care about us much here. They don't even have enough money to give me regular treatments here and sometimes I believed that they just wished that I would die already. One less mouth to feed.
As I was sitting in a park eating my strawberry ice cream I noticed them. Six extraordinarily beautiful people. As they passed me they stopped and froze. The bronze haired boy sniffed something in the air before slowly turning towards me. His gold eyes seemed to bore straight into me. The others looked too. Then I noticed the woman next to the bronze haired kid. She looked exactly like the woman in my dreams. What was going here?
"Renesmee?" the bronze haired boy asked sounding shocked as he barely managed to get my name out. How'd he know my name? I was seriously scared now. Instead of answering I got up and ran back to the orphanage as fast as I could. "Renesmee!" I could hear them screaming behind me. I quickly turned right onto the street where the orphanage was and I headed straight towards the building. Slamming the door behind me.
I looked out of the window to see them staring at the sign that said orphanage. The bronze haired boy and the woman from my dreams stared at the sign that read 'Orphange' with extreme sadness.
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