Disclaimed: I Own Nothing
Chapter 1: On The Streets
Nessie's POV
It was dark. It was cold. It was freezing actually. Yet, somehow at the same time, I felt extremely warm. I wasn't stupid, I knew it was a fever. For the past two days I have not felt well at all and it keeps getting worse. I should get help, but I don't know where to go for help. So instead I stay curled up by a dumpster in an alley.
It was dark out. It had to be past midnight. If you saw me you would probably wonder what a sick 12 year old girl was doing in an alley past midnight. The truth is that I have no family. There is no one that cares about me. I live at an orphanage where the staff basically bully everyone there. They'll hit you and mistreat you. The sad thing is that they have been doing this for years and nobody has done anything about it. The parents of the kids that have been adopted don't seem to suspect anything. They probably make up lies to explain the bruises and scars. I've got many bruises all over my body. I have a lot of scars that I have gotten over the years.
My life wasn't always this terrible though. I was adopted when I was a baby. I had a very wonderful mother and a very wonderful father. They loved me and I loved them. But they died in a car accident when I was five years old. None of my aunts or uncles wanted to take me in. They thought that I would be just be a burden to them because I was just "nothing but a little kid that would get in the way of their lives". Even at that age I knew they were just selfish people that cared only about themselves. They even told me that I "would just get in the way of their parties and fun" and they "didn't want to spend their hard earned money taking care of me".
Of course since I was only five years old I didn't understand everything that they said to me. But it really hurt me that my family didn't want me. So they got rid of me and sent me off to an orphanage where I basically have lived a hellish life for the past seven years.
It was yesterday morning that I ran away. I had gotten in trouble just for coughing. Around there when you get in trouble you get beaten. I ran away after that because I could not take it anymore. I had stayed in hopes that I would eventually get adopted by a family that would actually care about me. But I'm 12 years old now. Nobody wants a 12 year old when there are plenty of much younger and cuter children.
So I've been missing for almost two days now. And I doubt that anyone cares enough to look for me. In fact, they're probably happy that I'm gone now.
A noise startles me and I look up to see a group of men passing me. I tensed up in fear as the group walked past me. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I got a feeling they were up to no good.
Once they pass me I breathe a sigh of relief. But then I broke into a huge coughing fit that got there attention.
"Look at what we have here" one of them said in a way that scared me.
"It's a little girl" one of the other guys said.
They walked toward me and they got close enough for me to smell alcohol on their breath.
"Get away from that girl!" I hear another woman shout. I looked in her direction and saw the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen before. Her hair was brown, her hair was extremely pale, and her eyes were a very strange gold color. She was very beautiful.
The guys actually looked kind of scared of her. But they didn't move.
"Did you not here me?!" she shouted. "I said get away from her" she said in a very threatening way. The men ran away in fear.
Then she walked over to me. She looked at me with nothing but pure worry ...and sadness? She looked sad about something for some reason.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" she asked me.
"No" I said.
"Where do you live? What are you doing out here at this time?"
"I live at an orphanag. But I don't want to go back!" I said a little loudly. Then I started to cry.
She caught me by suprise when she hugged me. It was comforting. It reminded me of a mother's affection.
"It's okay" she said. "Just tell me your name and your age"
"My name is Renesmee and I'm 12 years old" She tensed up when she heard my name.
"Your name is Renesmee?" she let out a shaky breath when she asked.
"Yes" I said. "Yes. Are you okay um-"
"Bella" she finished. "I had a baby girl with that name. But she died when she was born" Oh my. How sad. I can't imagine how painful that must have been for her.
"I'm sorry" I said.
"It's okay" she said in a sad voice. "You feel really warm"
"I don't feel good" I admitted. Then I broke into another coughing fit.
She looked at me in concern. "We need to get you out of here" she said.
"I don't want to go back to the orphanage" I begged.
"Don't worry. I'll take you to my father. He's a doctor and he can help you. Besides I can't just leave a young girl like you out here in the middle of the night" she said.
Her words made me smile.
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