I was stuck inside some kind of trap, covered in blood and surrounded by muccus. It looked to me like a stomach, but I didn't know how I ended up in a stomach. One moment I am swimming around with my friends, the next moment I'm here. It was strange, this stomach, like I was inside something. To me, it just looked odd.
I needed to move, but as I did, I could feel something tearing in this body that was holding me. I heard a distant scream, and then all was quiet. Was I the one hurting my creator? I couldn't do that, it was cruel. Whoever this, how did the voice call it, Bella was, she was protecting me and carrying me inside her body. That was an awfully nice thing of her to do, considering I was hurting her every time I moved. But then I heard another distant voice, a man's voice, speaking about me.
"I can hear the child's thoughts. It appears that she loves you quite alot, Bella," said the man voice.
"Really? He loves me?" said a weak human voice; I was guessing that this was the one called Bella. The one who was carrying me. And who was she calling he? Doesn't she know I am a girl?
"It appears the child is going to do everything it can to keep you comfortable," the man voice said again. Of course I was. This was the creator, the one who turned me into this squishy mass, and although I was covered in blood and quite uncomfortable in the position I had been forced into, I still needed to do all I could to help the creator.
I had heard the conversations of these distant voices for some time now. Apparently, the creator was called Mother, and the male voice was called Father. They were the ones who made me, and now I had to do my part to keep Mother safe. I loved her for taking care of me, for creating me.
"Do you want to hear what names I have thought about for him?" said Mother.
"Anything you want, Bella," said Father. He sounded exhausted, possibly from taking care of Mother.
"Well, I was thinking Edward Jacob for a boy," said Mother.
"Ok, now what if it's the other kind?" asked another male voice. I believe from past conversations that this one was called Jacob.
"Well, I was thinking Renesmee for a girl," said Mother. She had such a kind voice, and a great creative spirit. Renesmee, I thought, that is a great name. I wonder what it means...
Just as I was starting to calm down, I felt the need to move again. But this time, I heard a large crack and a scream from Mother and some other female voices in the room, I identified one who had been taking care of mother as Rosalie.
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"The Placenta must have detached!" shouted another male voice, this one called Carlisle.
"GET HIM OUT ! HE CAN"T BREATHE!" shouted Mother. She was right, I couldn't breathe well right now. What was happening? Was it my fault?
"MORPHINE!" Father shouted at the female voice I had heared called Alice.
"IT"S KLLING HIM! GET HIM OUT!" shouted Mother. Just then, I felt a sharp pain in Mother' stomach. I could feel it tearing, the sound of teeth chewing through the rock hard prison that held me here.
"YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE HER!" shouted Jacob.
Then, I saw a bright light, and was broght out of my prison and into the world.
"Renesmee," Father called me by new name.