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Chapter 1: Running Away

Hazel's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groaned inwardly as my head throbbed painfully. I shifted my body slightly and heard a squeaking soundly. I opened my eyes slowly only to be blinded by the sudden bright light illuminating the room. I immediately shut my eyes again and that eased the pain my head only slightly. Part of me felt l like I was going to throw up and in these situations I knew the best thing would be just to lie down, close my eyes, and concentrate on my breathing.

Once I was sure that I wouldn't toss my cookies I opened my eyes ever so slowly and carefully again. The first thing I realized was that I was in a hospital room. The second thing I realized was that I was that I had a needle in my arm.

Wait a minute? Hospital? No I could not be here! I could not be in a hospital! They would know that I was different! If they tested my blood they would know that I wasn't exactly human. They would run all kinds of crazy tests on me and find some freaky crap in my DNA. No. I had to get out of here! My heart started beating fast and I started to hyperventilate.

Then I started to feel sick again and I had to lay back down in bed. I was in no way shape or form ready to attempt escaping a hospital and into a city that I didn't even know how to navigate.

I couldn't even remember how exactly I had ended up in the hospital in the first place. I could remember things up to a certain point but after that everything was a blur.

My starts back home with my family in Honolulu, Hawaii. My name is Hazel Black. Only daughter of Jacob and Renesmee Black. My father is a shape shifter who can transform into a powerful wolf. My mom is a hybrid of both humans and vampires. My older brother, Eric Black, inherited more of my mother's vampire traits. I inherited the human traits of both my parents. No wolf shifting abilities or vampire traits are present in me whatsoever.

Yes, I'm the daughter of supernatural creatures but I'm mostly human, and I hated it. Maybe I wouldn't hate it so much if my parents would've at least treated me like an equal. They had these crazy high standards for me and expected perfection out of me and I just couldn't take it anymore. No I'm not the perfect straight A 4.0 GPA student that they demanded I be. Just because my mom and my brother had/have perfect grades doesn't mean that I will. I tried my absolute hardest in school and that still didn't seem to be enough for them.

In my parents eyes my brother was the captain of the basketball team that managed to maintain a 4.0 GPA and I was just the girl that quit the cheerleading squad and struggled to maintain a B average. I was just the girl that had an attitude and talked back to her parents. I was just the girl that got in trouble for sneaking out at night. I was the girl that got in trouble for staying out late and skipping class one time. I was the only blemish in the perfect family full of perfect people.

I paid the price for being less than perfect. I was the one that was always getting screamed at while my brother struggled not to laugh at my misfortune. I was the one that got picked on and harassed at school. Not that my family knew or cared what was happening to me at school. I made the mistake of sleeping with one guy and suddenly I'm labeled a slut. A whore. An easy girl. Some guys took that as an invitation to sexually harass me by groping or grabbing my breasts. In their sick minds they thought that I enjoyed that kind of treatment.

I never told my family what was going on because I knew they wouldn't care. The only thing they cared about that was school related was my 'horrible' grades or my status as a 'quitter' because I quit cheerleading. The only reason that I even quit cheer in the first place is because I started to have serious balance issues. That was around the same time that I started getting these abnormally strong headaches as well. I loved cheerleading but my sudden balance issues put me and everyone else in danger. It was the coach who advised me to quit and go to a doctor. He had said that if I didn't quit on my own he was going to kick me off the team but he didn't want to have to do that. I didn't want him to do that either so I chose to quit on my own terms.

I didn't even get the chance to tell my parents the real reason why I quit. As soon as the words I quit the cheerleading team left my mouth they both blew a gasket and started yelling at me about how 'we don't quit' in this family and 'there goes my chance at a scholarship'. I wanted to yell back that I'm only 14 years old and I still had plenty of chances to get a scholarship but I knew it was better to keep my mouth shut.

My headaches only seemed to grow in intensity and frequency from there on and out. They would often show up and when my dad was yelling at me about something I'd done. My dad actually thought that I was faking my headaches just to gain sympathy so that he'd be more lenient. Which of course only pissed him off more and usually made my punishments harsher as a result.

Yes, I was the only imperfect one in the family. Or so they thought anyway. The truth is that, while I was human in just about every sense of the word, I did have a secret power of my own. When I looked into someone's eyes I automatically knew their deepest darkest secrets. My mom, my brother, and father all had had secrets, hidden skeletons, that they never dared to share with one another.

One time my father lost control of his temper and nearly killed someone because he had made some sort of sexually degrading remark about my mom. He never said anything because he didn't want to appear weak to anyone. Eric secretly drunk often at parties and did drugs. He'll never admit it but he's addicted to cocaine. The only reason my parents haven't found out about his habits is because he only did it at parties or while on school grounds. He just knew how to avoid getting caught. Even though my brother had stronger vampire traits in him he was still susceptible to things like drug addiction. My mom's deepest darkest secret is that she cheated on my dad once before I was born. She and my dad had a fight and my mom went and sought comfort from one of her other friends. Another hybrid named Nahuel. She got pregnant with my brother. She secretly did a DNA test when Eric was born and discovered that Jacob wasn't the father.

It was around that time that my mom ran away from her family for reasons that my parents refused to tell me. Neither one of my parents had seen their families in nearly 17 years.

They all had secrets but held me up to the standards of perfection. I couldn't take it anymore and that's why I ran away. One of my friends gave me money that I used to buy a plane ticket at the airport. I chose the faraway destination of Chicago, Illnois. I was probably doing my parents a favor by removing myself from the picture.

When I landed I immediately began to search for a hotel but no one would let a 14 year old rent a room. I was crossing the street when my headache suddenly hit me with a vengeance. I temporarily lost my eyesight which caused me to freak out even more. I tripped and fell and the last thing I remember was hearing tires screeching to a halt somewhere nearby.

Then I woke up here in the hospital. That's it. That's my story.

"Oh you're awake?" a voice suddenly asked and effectively scaring the shit out of me.

It was a vampire. I knew that instantly just by looking at the man. He was a vampire that just happened to be a doctor? Why? Did it give him access to free blood or something?

"My name is Dr. Cullen but you may call me Carlisle," he said kindly. "What might your name be young one?"

"Hazel," I mumbled.

"Thank God you're awake Hazel. You didn't have any form of ID on you and I need to contact your family urgently to let them know where you are,'

"I don't have any family here," I quickly said.

"Your parents?"

"They're not here,"

The look on his face only grew increasingly concerned.

"Hazel how old are you?" he asked.

"I'm 14 does it matter?"

"Yes it does matter because you fainted in the middle of the street and your parents need to be made aware of the situation,"

"I'm a runaway okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

"No that is not what I want to hear. Where are you from?"

"Hawaii,"

"Okay kid I'm not sure I want to know how you ended up here in Chicago but-"

"I don't want to go back home okay?"

"Hazel are you aware that you have a brain tumor?"

My silence and shocked expression was enough of an answer for him.

"I have a what?"

"A brain tumor. I was able to do some testing on you awhile ago and there is a sizable brain tumor that I'm almost sure is cancerous but since you're a minor I can't do anything without a parent's consent,"

Those were the last words I heard before I blacked out once more.

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