I remember everything

"It's a long and lonely road, when you know you walk alone"

A/N: I won't lie to any of you, I wasn't happy with the way Breaking Dawn ended.
"Why"? because everything ended too fairy-tale like, if the author WANTED to continue off Renesmee's storyline, it would be just as fairy-tale and boring as Bella's ending was. So, with that being said, this is an AU Breaking Dawn story. Read Summary for information.

Summary: Basically in this storyline, Edward never learned to love Renesmee, and because he never learned to love her, he hated her. But because Bella loves Renesmee so much, and Renesmee loves Bella he tolerates her, but deep down he can't stand the sight of Renesmee. But in all honesty, it's not only Edward that has hostility towards Renesmee, besides Rosalie, Edward's entire family can't seem to stand Renesmee. Even Esme and Carlisle, who are capable of love and compassion always, can't seem to stand her, because of everything she put Bella through when Bella was pregnant with her.

However, Renesmee being as stubborn as her mother is, she tries her best to win their love and acceptance. But after Renesmee turns 2 years old (Physically 12 years old) and every one of her attempts fail, and she catches the right conversation, in the wrong time, she comes to a hard decision.

Introduction:

Jasper and Alice's conversation woke something inside me. I couldn't distinguish if it was hurt feelings, or just a rude awakening. After a minute of deliberating with myself, I decided it was a rude awakening. I had been alive for two years, and I spent my two years trying to win my family's acceptance, that I now felt selfish for feeling I deserved.

Eternity was a miserably long time, to live with people that hated you. But it was even longer having to live with one person you hated, and having to call them family. It was like Alice and Jasper said, it wasn't fair that after what I put my mother through when she was pregnant with me, I should have to be called family. It wasn't fair that my father, who had no choice but to watch while my mother, was starved, ripped open and almost killed giving birth to the monster he had voted against bringing into the world, his daughter.

Not only could I see the disgrace in this, but also the shame. Probably to his family members, but had also had to share the same thing, but they only had to call themselves relatives, they didn't have to share the credit of making the me, and calling me their creation, and being forced to tolerate me.

The one thing I found I was hating myself for, more then anything in the world, was making my father feel ashamed of himself.

For two years, I hadn't seen this conclusion, or refused to see it because of how badly I wanted everyone's acceptance, and I hadn't thought about stepping back and seeing what my existence had ever really made them feel like, and why they refused to give me what I wanted. I had taken enough from my family; it wasn't fair I demanded for them to give me more. They were ashamed to call me family; I didn't need to cause them anymore shame by demanding they love me.

I had been selfish enough for two years, I didn't want my father to be ashamed of himself anymore, he had tolerated me for 2 years, calling the monster his daughter. My father…Edward deserved an eternal life with Bella. Of happiness, what they had planned before she was born. I was determined to give him that.

I knew my mother and Rosalie would mourn, but before a year went by, it was likely they would forget about me, or keep the traces of good memories we all three shared.