Hey! I seem to have a problem with commitment, so this may only be a one shot… Depending upon the reviews I receive or don't, and on if I can't keep the story line going! So, if you do happen to read and like it, please review. Xoxo-
One
Renesmee
I remember the day I got out of the shower and saw the bruise. I remember every morning after, for a month, when I would wake up and see if it was gone. It never was. I remember the day we played dodge ball in P.E. and the pain I was in when the ball hit the exact spot that the non-disappearing bruise was. I remember not caring that I was in front of half the student body; I screamed and cried until my mom got there. I remember hearing the news. The word was like a ghost, something I never would have expected.
Two
Bella
I used to think vampires had all the strength in the world. I was wrong. Nothing can ever make anyone strong enough for the day you discover your child has cancer. I didn't realize anything was wrong until I got a call from her school saying that I needed to come get her. When I got there, she was sobbing hysterically and was lying on her back. I ran over to her and grabbed her in my arms. "Baby, what's wrong?" I asked. She was crying so hard she couldn't speak. The school nurse came over and asked "Did you know anything about the bruising on her back?" I didn't know what she was talking about. Since there was no one else in the clinic, I lifted the bottom of her shirt up and found the line of purple bruises down her spine.
"Sweetie, how long has this been here?" I ask completely ignoring the nurse's question.
"Almost a month." She manages between cries.
Immediately I get furious with her, wondering why she didn't tell me and kept it a secret. Then I become frightened, I've maybe just watched one-to-many of those mystery diagnoses shows. I begin to panic and my mind jumps to the worst possible (well what I thought was the worst possible) thing. I check her out of school and rush her to the emergency room. I call her father to inform him that we are going to the hospital. He gets here in literally what would have taken hours. I'm thankful when he arrives. They have already taken Renesmee to a room to draw blood. She may be 14 but to me she is still that little 5 year old I used to know. I'm scared as hell.
When the doctor comes out a good 45 minutes later, his face is grim. I can tell by his face that the results aren't good. Edward grabs my hand as we prepare for the worst.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, I'm afraid her white cell count is a low. Lower than normal. We're going to send the results to an oncology lab to repeat the test there." The doctor says. I'd much rather have had Carlisle tell us all this, but I haven't seen him in years.
"Wait, oncology is the study of cancer, right?" Edward says coldly.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen." The doctor says and leaves the room.
"Oh god, Edward" I gasp and lose it. I keep thinking what we would do if we lost our baby. What would we do?
It takes a good thirty minutes to regain my composure before I can go see Renesmee.
"Mom. I want Grandpa to be my doctor." She says when I come in.
I walk over and put her in my arms. She has seemed to fit perfectly here in my arms since I first held her. "I know baby. So do I, so do I." I say and try to soothe her.
Three
Renesmee
It's been two years since that first trip to the hospital Turns out I have leukemia. A very rare, but not impossible form of leukemia. It also turns out that it helps a lot if your grandpa is a doctor that is loaded and has many friends who are doctors. You seem to have a better survival rate if you do. The first thing they tried was cord blood; it held it off till now, only for me to go into relapse. Right now I'm sitting in a hospital bed hooked up to so many tubes it isn't even funny. Mom and Dad are meeting with Grandpa to see what's best to do to fix me. I have the TV turned on although I'm not watching it. I'm just sitting here, staring at a wall. I always thought I was invincible. Being half vampire can make you think that you know. I always had to pretend I wasn't as fast or as strong as the other kids at school, because I could have beat them at all the races and could have done ten-thousand pull ups.
I'm wondering if maybe I deserve this fate. That maybe it's my fault because I kissed Taylor behind the bleachers and didn't tell mom, or maybe because I didn't actually clean my room, just shoved everything under my bed. Or maybe because I copied Katie's homework because I didn't do my own. All these seem like good reasons to be punished but God; does it have to be this big of a punishment?
When they all walk in I don't see them because I was thinking of reason's God would want me punished.
"Renesmee, we have a plan." Grandpa says. I don't think I have seen him this often since I was a baby. I have seen him at least once a month for the past two years.
"Okay, shoot."I say, hoping this time it would be the final thing. The thing that cured me.
"It seems our only option now is Chemotherapy. It is extensive and painful and will make you sick, but it's our only option." He said. My mind reeled. I had seen the children who had lost all their hair in chemotherapy; I didn't want my hair to fall out. I had golden brown ringlets that fell to the middle of my back. I was sure that it would never look the same if it all fell out. I then decided I did not want this, 'Chemotherapy'.
"No. I don't want it. Is there another option?" I ask. Surely there was, there is always another option.
"Yeah, Dying." Grandpa says.
Three hours later I am retching my guts and crying at the same time. 'Oh god this is awful' I think. Maybe I'd rather die, I think before stopping myself. No, I don't really want to die do I? I think of my mom who is sobbing as well next to me. I couldn't leave her, she would kill me! Or well, not really, but it might kill her, although she can't die… Then I think of my dad, who gives me whatever I want with a quick show of my puppy-dog face. Then I think of Taylor, who cares so much. I can't die. Not yet.
The next few days are the same. Sleep, eat, throw it up, and then cry myself back to sleep. My mom is there by my side the whole time, but my dad who isn't great at crises or these types of situations, continues to work. It doesn't bother me. I know he would be uncomfortable here and I don't want that. And the fact that he would have to listen to my thoughts makes it worse for him. On the third day I am finally free to go home. I have never wanted my own bed and shower so bad.
After I had showered I found my way to my drawers and put on some pajamas. It was weird to see the tube sticking out of me; they had to put in a permanent tube so that when I go back for more chemo they wouldn't have to start all over.
Once I'm all clean I go to my overnight bag from the hospital and pull everything out just to find my phone. When I finally find it I have two missed calls and a few texts. The missed calls were from Allie and Taylor. Allie is my best friend she is one of the few people I have told about the cancer. I know that soon I'm going to have to tell people, with my hair going to fall out and whatnot. I decide I can't talk to her right now. The only person I want to talk to is Taylor.
The texts are mostly from Taylor.
'Hey, where you been?'
'Ness, call me please! :)'
'Hey babe, what's up with you? Call when you can.'
He is the hottest and sweetest guy ever. Although, he has never visited me in the hospital…
I dial his number and wait.
"Hello?" Taylor says
"Hey." I manage.
"Ness? Oh hey! How are you?"
I can't say anything because I'm crying.
"Nessie? What's wrong with you?" He asks.
"It's gotten worse." I finally say.
"What are you talking about?"
"What the hell else would I be talking about? The cancer! I'm sick again!" I yell at him.
"Oh man. Sorry hope you feel better." He says.
"Hope I feel better? Hope I feel better? I'm flipping getting Chemo! You have no idea! This isn't something you just FEEL better about! This isn't like a cold, or the flu!" I yell.
"Whoa, okay then. Sorry" He says. And that's all he says.
"Is that all you can say?" I ask, crying again.
"What else am I supposed to say?" he asks.
I don't say anything.
After a few seconds of just silence he says, "listen, you're a cool girl, but this isn't gonna work. Sorry." And hangs up.
I'm left sitting there staring at my phone. I feel like I'm supposed to cry, but I'm so furious I can't. I put my phone down and walk downstairs.
"Hey, what was all that yelling about?" Mom asks.
"I don't want to talk about it." I say and turn towards the fridge. I look in it, but nothing looks appetizing.
"Is it about Taylor? She asks.
"Yes. We broke up." I finally say.
"Oh honey, I never really liked him anyway." She said.
"Well I did." I said and walked back upstairs.
How could she be so okay with this? He just broke my heart! I slam my door and walk over to my stereo. I put my new Ke$ha CD in and blast it. After the music makes me feel a bit better (emotionally since, ya know the whole cancer thing…) I go to my bathroom and run a hot bath. Bubble baths always cheer me up.
I get out and put my pajamas back on. I'm lying in bed watching teen mom when mom and dad both come up and knock on my door.
"Ness, can we come in?" dad asks.
"I guess." I mumble.
Weather they heard me or not, I'll never know because they came in anyway.
"Honey we know you're upset. Is there anything we can do?" mom asks.
Now would be the perfect chance to ask for anything, but seeing as I already have a laptop, flat screen and a bmw, I don't really need anything material. What I really want is to move to somewhere else, somewhere new. Or maybe, somewhere old…
"I want to move. To Forks. I want to be with all our family." I say and grin.
"Uh honey. I don't..." mom started to say. And she looked at dad.
"Well, I wouldn't mind. I don't think the family would either." Dad said.
"Me and your dad need to talk about this okay? Then we will let you know." Mom said. They got up and left my room. They went to the kitchen to talk about it so I crept down the stairs and sat down to listen.
"It's been 8 years Bella! No one remembers." Dad says. 'Remembers what?' I wondered.
"What about us? We still look 18! People will recognize us and remember!" mom said back.
"What if we don't move right to forks? We could move to La Push or Port Angeles." Dad said. "Would that be okay?" he asked.
She looked down. I could tell he was reading her thoughts.
"It's okay. I'm sure he is gone now baby. He can't hurt you or our baby." dad said and wrapped mom in his arms. They really love each other. I don't know if I have ever seen them actually fight.
"Okay. I say we move to Port Angeles. The shopping is good and the houses are nice, it's not too far from forks or la push." Mom finally said. YES! I'm so excited! Although, I'm sad at the same time, I'll be leaving Allie. I tiptoed back up to my room and waited for mom and dad to come back up and tell me what I already knew.
They walked in and ask "Is Port Angeles okay?"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screamed and hugged them. "When can we go look at houses?" I asked.
They just looked at me and laughed.
We got plane tickets to go to Port Angeles this next weekend. I was so excited. I decided I had to call Allie. We had sort of grown apart the last few months but were still best friends.
On the third ring she answered.
"Hey, ho! Where you been?" she said and laughed.
"Hey, the hospital. I have to get chemo. It sucks." I said.
"Damn, that really sucks. I'm sorry. So are you gonna lose all your hair?" she asked.
"Ehh, prolly. But I gotta tell you something. You are gonna hate me."
"I can't hate you silly! What is it?" she asked.
"I'm moving. Soon." I said.
"What? Why?" she said very sad and confused.
"Because, my family just needs to get away. And we need to be close to family. You know I haven't seen them since I was born."
"Nessie, you are leaving me for family that doesn't care about you?" she said.
"Take that back! They do care!" I said.
"Yeah sure, SO much in the past 15 years!" she said. I do have to admit that she was right. They hadn't tried to call or anything in the past 15 years, well 8 really since I look 16 but have only been living 9 years.
"Your right, but I still love them and everyone deserves a second chance." I said.
"I'm so sorry Ness. I didn't mean it. I'm just, upset. That's all. What am I gonna do without you?" Allie said.
"I dunno alls. I dunno. I'm gonna miss you like crazy. You will have to visit all the time, okay?"
"Well duh." She said and we both laughed. I was gonna miss my best friend like crazy.
To be truthful, I don't even know why I want to move. I think it's because I want a fresh start. To be someone completely different. Someone everyone hasn't known since we were all five. Someone no one knows a single thing about except my name, and I want to meet someone new. Someone who likes me for me, who really cares about me, and who loves me. Sure mom and dad love me, but I've never had that one person who doesn't have to love me, and loves me because they want to.
"Okay, so you don't hate me right?" I ask just making sure.
"I'm very sad, but no. I could never hate you." Allie said.
"Okay good. Alright, I gotta go. Love you Alls."
"Love you too Ness!"
I hung up and set my phone down. Three more days till we left to go house hunting! I'm so excited. I looked at the clock, it was 10:23. Just about time for me to go to sleep. I wondered what excuse I would use this time as to why I was out. My teachers knew of course, their pity looks killed me. But the student body didn't. Even after that day in gym. I had decided after walking out of the hospital that I didn't want all of my friends and peers to give me the pity look and to feel bad for me so I vowed to never let them find out. I decided that this time, I would tell them my great aunt Betty passed away. Even though I never had a great aunt Betty, this would be my lie. I wonder how soon my hair will fall out? This is what I thought about before I fell asleep. Before soon I was asleep with dreams of having the most hair in the world. Tomorrow would be a long day.