So I started writing this story a while back, and life happened! Funny how that works. Anyways, so I'm starting again, I've grown as a writer since then learned a little, grieved a little and become better. So I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line!
Prologue
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Linkin Park
"Have you lost your minds! Did it ever occur to you that I can't leave the pack? To send her all the way to Canada is the next thing to killing me! To killing us!" Jacob's voice boomed through the house and for the first time I was not afraid of the anger literally shaking out of him.
They were pulling him away from me and it felt as if part of me was being ripped away. I was bleeding from a wound that I believed would fully never heal. As Edward fought me into Tanya's arms I screamed, kicked, and bit.
"Please! No Daddy, don't let her take me! Don't let her take me from Jacob! Please!" I wailed hopelessly.
I stretched my arms out to Jacob, my savior. He ran, but Tanya ran faster and eventually lost him. She shushed and cooed me into calm state. When we reached the car, shoved me into the back seat with Laurent and jumped into the driver's seat. The engine roared and she peeled out. After a while I stopped struggling, knowing that it was all done in vain. I turned my body to the back rear window watching the open road swirling past us.
A wolf suddenly jumped out of nowhere and ran for the car. My heart starting racing knowing my savior was coming to save me. Tanya saw him and cursed under her breath and starting driving faster. The wolf ran and ran until his body collapsed on the pavement and a howl erupted from his body. He didn't save me.
When we reached the airport and started boarding the plane, Tanya spoke of pleasant things of our new life together.
"I know you don't want to be with me now, but I promise you will love our family. You're going to love Quebec; it's like living in France. We will have to brush up your French speaking skills though! You're going to love it there I promise!" Tanya spoke enthusiastically.
While she spoke of empty promises and all the things I was going to love, I knew better than to believe her. I saw the plane as my ticket into misery. I was shackled and bound and had no choice for myself. I looked out the window to the blackened skies and lightly pelting rain against the window. Jacob, my savior, he did not save me. He did not save me.
212 Years Later
That day, I swear, has been engraved into my memory, my mind for forever. How could I ever forget it? It was literally the worst day of my life. Jacob's face, his strong hands, his goofy smile, and his broad shoulders were starting to deteriorate from my mind. His appearance was slowly slipping away. 'If only I can remember his face, his eyes; then I will somehow keep my sanity from slipping away as well.'
I looked out my bedroom window to the rain pouring out the skies. The thunder crashed and lightning shocked against the black velvet blanket. It reminded me of the day Jacob was literally ripped from me. That wound had healed, even though I swore it never would. With time, everything eventually passes away. I couldn't even remember what my parents looked like anymore. I still had my gift, but I was so angry that I refused to relive my family back home. Not Jacob though, never Jacob.
Life had been pretty good here in Quebec and Tanya was an amazing mother. I trusted her with everything. She was such a happy person, yet I knew that on the inside she was dying as well. She always loved my father, and would continue to love him till the day she died. I can't help but be even more angry at Edward for doing that to her as well. He seemed to ruin everything he touched. I remember my mother even stated once he had ruined her with the pregnancy. She had never wanted me, and was too enthusiastic to finally rid herself of me.
I had no intention of ever seeing them again. The Volturi were more likely to be my family before I ever went back. I mean the rest of the family was ok I guess. Rose was always my favorite. Despite what everybody said about her being a bitch all the time, she was an incredible mother. I always felt sorry I guess for her never being able to have her own child. I had many happy memories with her.
"Baby, don't jerk your head against me so much. If you do, It will only make brushing those obnoxious curls worse." Her voice sang.
I turned and smiled at her lovingly as she slowly pulled the brush through my hair.
"Aunt Rosie, do you think I'm pretty?" I asked shyly.
"Of course baby! You're not only pretty your beautiful. You're like our family's personal little Aphrodite!" She cooed in my ear.
"Who is Aphrodite Aunt Rosie?" I inquired.
"She is the Greek Goddess of Beauty. But you know what I think?" She sang and she twisted me around to face her.
"What?"
"I think you're a lot prettier than she was!" She said as she lightly tapped my nose.
"Now let's finish brushing your hair so Aunt Alice doesn't come up here." She giggled.
Life was so much better when Aunt Rosie was there. My parents never once told me I was beautiful. They never made me feel much of anything really. Alice and Rose were always the ones who made sure I was emotionally taken care of. My parents were never mean actually; they just never paid much attention. I had the attention of everyone except from the very people I needed it from.
As I was just starting to think of Rose again, Tanya interrupted my thoughts by swinging the door open. There was a look of grief stricken on her face.
"Ness, we have to go now! There's been an emergency with the Cullens. Get your stuff quickly; we need to leave as soon as possible. Hurry!" She yelled.
"What's going on? What emergency?" I asked hastily.
"There's been a death in the family." She said.
"What! Who!" I yelled back.
There was a pause and her eyes looked absolutely broken. Surely it couldn't be my father. No, there was no way it could be my father!
"Esme."
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