Chapter 1: On the Run
Nessie's POV
My sides were burning from the lack of oxygen. My legs were beginning to feel like they were on fire. But I couldn't give up for quite a few reasons.
The first reason is the the blaring sound of the sirens coming from police patrol cars that were chasing me.
The second reason is the two little kids I was taking care of. A little boy and a lite girl about two years old. Their names were Naomi and Noah. We lived in an old abandoned warehouse just outside of the city of Seattle. They're not mine biologically, but I still love them as such.
We didn't have homes or families that cared about us. I was abandoned in a sewer pipe when I was only a few months old. I was found by another homeless kid. She was probably about 16 or 17 when she found me. She took care of me and she raised me out here on the streets. In a way she was my mother. Her name was Angie. Sadly she died when I was 10 years old.
I'm not a criminal. At least I don't think of myself as a criminal. I'm a good person and all I want to do is help people. I could have been a smart girl if I had gone to school. I was already unusually smart for a kid that's been homeless her whole life. I'm fluent in two languages. English and Spanish. That is because out here on the streets I have encountered both languages all the time. I even learned sign language. I also know how to read and write, despite never having been to school. I can even do some math. The way my brain works is just really strange. I can figure out anything in less then half the time it takes most people.
I'm also unusually fast and strong. There is the other very weird thing about me. I drink blood. I get bloodthirsty. I mean that in a literal way. I get this really strong burning sensation in my throat and I have to drink blood. Which I usually steal from the hospitals.
Stealing. That's what landed me in my current predicament. I went to the grocery store and stole food and water. I stole enough food and water for Naomi, Noah, and myself. I take what I need to survive. That's why I don't consider myself to be a true criminal. I'm not hurting anyone. I don't threaten people when I steal from them. I don't take anything other then food, water, medicine, and the blood that my body needs for whatever reason.
No matter what though, I'm one of the most hated and wanted people in Seattle. Never have I been caught by the police. Not once in my 16 years have I been caught or arrested. That is a feat in itself. But lately escaping cops has been much more difficult. The reason? Well I'm currently about six months pregnant. I love the baby I'm carrying. I love my unborn baby with all my heart but right now he or she is making my life just a little bit harder. The extra weight is definitely taking it's toll on my body and I'm amazed I can even still run.
I saw an empty building and I quickly hid inside before the police can find me.
I heard the officers get out of their car and begin to search for me on foot.
"Where is it?" I heard one of them say.
Okay since when am I an it? I'm still human.
"She couldn't have gotten to far" the other guy said. "She looks pretty darn pregnant so she has to be tired by now. Hopefully that will work in our favor and we will finally catch her"
"Pregnant. Just what we need. More trash like her running around. Nothing but burdens to society"
I tried hard to fight the tears that were threatening to fall over. I didn't have any value or any worth in society's eyes. I was just trash. I guess that's all I ever was since the day I was born. I mean who dumps their baby in a sewer?
I felt my baby start to kick and I couldn't help but smile. I rubbed my bump in a soothing fashion.
"It's okay baby" I whispered. "We will be okay"
I hoped that the cops would hurry up and leave. It was already dark and there was still one more place that I needed to go. The hospital.
Naomi was really sick right now and she needed cough medicine badly. She was also running a temperature. If she didn't get medicine soon I was afraid of what would happen to her. She was really sick.
I finally heard them get in there car and leave. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
I stepped out into the freezing, dark night. I walked toward the hospital. I only hoped that this would be easy this time. I didn't want to have to outrun anymore cops.
When I walked in the main entrance nobody took notice of me. I already knew exactly where to go so I didn't waste any time. I knew this hospital well.
I knew all of the doctors and all of the nurses that worked here. So it was a complete surprise to me when I saw a doctor that I had never seen before. He was young. Early 20s I would say. He had blond hair, strangely pale skin and an even more oddly colored set of golden eyes. He was inhumanely beautiful. His name tag read Dr. Cullen. What surprised me even more then his appearance was the way that he stared at me.
"Renesmee" his shocked voice said.
What. The. Hell. How the hell did he know my name?! Only a select group of people knew my name. The name Renesmee C. had been engraved on a bracelet I was wearing when Inwas dumped so callously. Hardly anyone knew that though.
When he started walking toward me I made a hasty retreat.
I made my way into the pharmacy and when I was sure that no one was looking I grabbed some of the medicine and stuffed it into my bag. Yes! Success!
"Hey it's her!" someone yelled. "Stop her!"
Oh hell!
I started to run as fast as I could.
I could hear the lady calling for backup. I ran and ran as fast as I could as more and more people started chasing me.
I ran toward an exit as fast as I could. I couldn't see really good as I ran out into the parking lot.
I came to a sudden halt when I slammed into what felt like an ice cold brick. It turned out to be a person. That strange Dr. Cullen guy that knew my name somehow.
He steadied me on my feet.
"Please help me" I begged. "I need to hide"
I was surprised by how quickly he agreed.
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