Prologue
Renesmee Cullen is dead. Unfortunately for me, my body hasn't gotten the message yet.
For the first time in my life, I envied those who live without a beating heart. Mine was broken, and because my half-human self needed it to keep going, every pump of blood sent clenches of agony throughout my entire body.
I lay on the strange bed, my whole right side was aching from remaining in the same position for so long, and the pillow was soaked with my tears. My temples were throbbing from the tension my weeping caused, the skin around my eyes was sore, and my throat ached from the wailing. All this pain was trivial in comparison to the internal torture I was suffering through. All I had ever known was a lie, everything. Everyone I loved had deceived me, and those who hadn't, I'd left behind. I began to sob again as the familiar faces came to my mind, I was sure the three vampires sitting just a few feet on the other side of the wall could hear me, but I didn't care. I was too numb to care about anything right now.
I watched the sun rise for the third time. Days were passing around me, the world was moving around me, the world I had no part in. So what now? Who am I? My stomach rumbled, it had been doing so since the second sunrise, and it was now more violent; a sign that my body required fuel to keep going. But I didn't want to keep going, I didn't want to live.