My name is Renesmee Cullen; my parents are Edward and Bella Cullen. I'm a lone stranger walking with the tide. A lone wolf, ha, I made a joke. That's funny haven't made one of those in a while. Just wandering through the sand feeling the cool evening breeze against my cold, hard skin. I see people around me having fun, splashing their lives away in the endless ocean. People are lucky, they don't realise what it means to be able to lay out in the sun on a crowded beach, to go to school once and learn something new, or even what it means to breathe! People look at me with odd expressions trying to figure out just what might be wrong with the girl who walks on her own watching and waiting, smelling the salt in the sea air. People whisper thinking I can't hear. I'm used to it; all my life I've been this way, which is unusual even for my kind. When I was conceived my mother was still human, they said that I could be dangerous, but I think I'm just different. I can remember every word of every page of every book I've ever read! I can see every colour in more detail than the most powerful microscope in the world and yet I still can't seem to find what I truly want to see. I can't simply hold hands and go for a romantic walk through the woods without feeling the urge to kill. My family were normal once, a long time ago, but they were created! Not brought into this existence. But not me! I was born this way, forced into this living death without a drop of truth running through my dry veins. I was almost alive, when I was first born and my mother was changed I still had living tissue which made me grow, albeit quicker than the average child but still alive! Then it stopped. I look like any other seventeen year old girl but really I've only been around for a few years. My mom thinks I might die like any other mortal because I'm not quite the same as everyone else around me, human or otherwise. The only person I know will be there for me indefinitely is Jacob, he stays with me and smiles with me, I can see the adoration in his eyes and it gives me something to live for. He may be the only reason I want to stay in this half existence.
My mother told me I have a grandfather back in forks, I've never met him, but I know he's called Charlie. I've seen pictures of him in my parents' house but I wish I could meet him for real. But how would that seem when I look old enough to be born only a few years after my mother? Guess it's just something I'll have to wait for. Life is a waiting game, that's what I've discovered. How can I keep playing this game when I know I can't win? My mother waited to be changed and my father waited for my mother. I have to wait just a while longer, but I won't wait forever to say what really want to say. I have a grandmother somewhere to and I know I'm named after her. No one can truly understand the pain I have to endure; no one understands why I am so alone. My name is Renesmee Cullen, my parents are Edward and Bella Cullen, and I know what I want but I'll wait, at least for a little while longer.