It didn't take long for me to realize just how different my life was compared to everyone around me. The way all the beaded golden eyes marveled at almost everything I did, the way my own mother was shocked when I spoke my first words. I didn't feel any different, yet, I just knew.
Mum tells me that I was just a few weeks, months old before I took my first steps; walking, dancing, jumping around. I could already recognize the loving faces and the seemingly cold touch that had come to be welcoming in my world. I could already feel the joy whenever I was around them, emitted from my cheeks like a soft, faded, fiery blaze.
As the dark night takes over the sky, i think about my family. Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Alice, Aunt Rose, Uncle Jasper, Uncle Emmett... all people that I had very quickly become quite accustomed to. But there were and are others in my life that I hold near and dear.
My father. Loving, caring, (and apparently dashingly handsome according to mum) he always seems to know the right thing to say and do. He has so much wisdom, and I can see that I've inherited many of my facial features from him. Dad always knows what is on my mind, which I both love and resent (depending on the given scenario). I know he loves me from the way he looks at me, and I'm proud to say I love him back (although I may not admit it sometimes, just to get on his nerves).
My mother. A beautiful woman whom I've loved ever since I was alive. I say beautiful, both on the inside and out. There is a passion inside of her that proclaims her different from everyone in my eyes - although she explains to me that it was taken away from her after my birth. I can see that she thinks a lot to herself, and always contemplates what to say next before she says it. As dad says it, her looks can stun any man walking down the street, young or old (and I won't be one to hold it against her). She is probably the one I love most. The one I can tell everything to and be reassured that everything will be alright. It seems pretty cliche, but whenever my mother says so, I have a tendency to believe her.
Then, last, but never ever least, there is one Mr. Jacob Black. Ever since I could remember, I have been closely attached to him and the love I've felt was flagrant and incontestable. Always there to greet me with a warm grin, I felt warm whenever his eyes laid upon me, or whenever I was around him. Sometimes my parents scold him for being overprotective of me, but strange as it seems, I adore him for being so. Somehow, having Jacob around all the time made me feel emphatically safe, and I depended on him for almost everything. When I was a child, it must've been impossibly hapless for him; running around, fulfilling every one of my selfish needs and wants, but he always did so with a ravishing grin and he would always assure me that it was 'his pleasure'. It is as if he always puts me first above everything else.
I remember every single memory I have of him - from the first moments our eyes met, to just yesterday, when he had brought me to the park to watch the fireworks at night. As far as I know, in no way are we related, but I do feel a bond with him that is, dare I say, as strong as the one I have with mum. It's always confused me - the love I feel towards Jake. It is both increasingly possessive, and undeniably affectionate.
I yawned and then looked to my left wrist - a braided bracelet I remember Jake had given me during my first year of birth. I wish I could say that it's always been on since then, not that I haven't made an effort, but the few occasions that it slipped off or I had taken off for safekeeping, and it had disappeared, nearly scared me to death. I remember despising myself and soaking my face wet every single time, only to have Jake turn up with it a few hours later. A few hugs and a kiss on the forehead later, everything was forgotten.
My gaze shifted from my wrist to the sky. A full moon. Jake is different from everyone else. His eyes are hearty and loving, and his touch is warm. And once every so often, he changes. He changes into a magnificent creature of which I can only describe as... majestic. Others may not see it as this way, but I'm always at awe of what he becomes. I'm at awe of how he is the same inside, and how he can still love me (that must've sounded incredibly vain - I apologize).
But I guess it all comes back to this - no matter how different I feel when I am with everyone else, with Jake I am always just Nessie. I feel as if I fit when I am around him, and that always gives me a sense of security which I feel nowhere else.
Another yawn. I looked to my golden clock on my nightstand and saw the time. A few strokes after eleven. My eyes had just begun to feel heavy but I decided to lay my head on my soft, down pillow.
Better get as much rest as I can.
Big day tomorrow.