"Sh…re….bt…….Jacob…….ain….," My father's harsh broken words carried upstairs and awoke me from a beautiful dream I couldn't remember. I opened my eyes wearily and looked to the bright window. Light flooded into my eyes. The day was bright. My parents would not be attending school with me today. Another alone day. Alone and unbearably empty day.

I sat up and threw off my bright blue comforter. I sat at the edge of my soft bed and looked around the room as I felt my body wake up. My eyes danced off the cream color of the walls to my walnut colored dresser and matching desk. I sighed, Jacob. That name again. I have awoken to that name many times throughout my life, but it's getting so much more common, at least once a month I'm sure. Who is he?

I looked back to the large window. Jacob. I know no one by that name around the neighborhood or in any of my classes at the local high school. I've asked my friends, but none seem to know anyone by that name. My parents are the only ones who seem to realize who he might me, but when I ask it always ends up in a fight. They are always so secretive. It drives me crazy. This whole secretive life drives me crazy.

"Renesmee!" My Father yelled from downstairs.

I grumbled, "Sorry Dad." I let my back fall onto my bed. I fanned my hair above me. He doesn't like when I think badly about the 'happy' way they live. We've had many many arguments about it. They might be alright being here alone, but I want to get out and see the world. I want to be able to find the piece that seems to be missing in my life.

"RENESMEE!" Father cried again.

"SORRY!" I screamed back at him.

I heard a gentle knock at my door before my mother stepped in. I huffed and used the bounce of the bed to spring me into a seated position. I looked wistfully out the window.

"Renesmee?" She asked in a quiet bell like voice.

"Mom." I didn't look at her.

She sat on the edge of my bed. "Your father tells me you've been thinking about our way of life again."

I spat at her, "I know I know. You have to. Bla, bla, bla!" We've had this conversation a hundred times before.

"You are a part of this too young lady," she scolded.

"But maybe I don't want to be anymore!" I snapped.

"Listen Renesmee Cullen, you'll be here and you'll like it! You're still my child."

"But mom…" I complained.

"But nothing!" And with that I knew the conversation was ended. "Now it's time for breakfast. Come down and eat something, school starts in an hour."

"Yes mother." I rolled it off my tongue like a swear word.

She stood and glided to the narrow hallway. I huffed and followed her. I walked down the wooden staircase and turned towards the large white kitchen. I sat at Esme's perfect oak table and glared at my father who brought a plate of eggs and buttered toast. I ate in a hurry not letting the taste creep into my taste buds. I was still fuming. I finished and let the chair creak across the wooden floor as I stood. I ran back upstairs and put on my faded blue capri pants and a form fitting white button down shirt. I bounced on my bed and put on my favorite tennis shoes. I looked into my body length mirror as I brushed through my delicate ringlets. The curls fell through my brush and back to my waist. I raced through my morning routine and then hopped in my car. I pulled away and drove off to school.

Twenty three minutes later I parked my car in front of the local high school. I just sat in the plush seat and stared at the teenagers who strolled to the front doors. I couldn't open the car door. How much longer would my parents make me act out this ridiculous charade? I know more than these people combined, yet my parents force me to come here. My parents even come here! How awkward is that?

I rested my head on the steering wheel. I hate the secrets. I wish there was something I could do. I wish I knew what more there was to this empty life of mine. It's just endless days full of school, eating, sleeping, and secrets. There has to be something missing. If only I knew what that something was.

I breathed in deeply and felt warm tears pool in my eyes. If only there was a way to get out of this emptiness. I closed my eyes and tried to release the stress before playing the human game. Before I knew what was happening I fell asleep.

I was held tight in someone's arms. I looked up to Rosalie. "I'm taking you away from here Renesmee. We just can't let them know. They are coming to get you." Her voice hissed at 'them' and 'they.' Who? I raised my hand to touch her face and ask when I saw the small hand of a baby. I looked down and I was the baby. I looked behind her and we were running from the large home I'd only known for a few hours. My baby self looked to the forest and started screaming. "No! I belong here! Don't take me away! I won't be myself without…"

I awoke with a start as someone tapped the window. Derri. My good friend Derri. She opened the door with a thud. "Hey girl, you going to come in?"

I was still in a state of shock from my vision. Without? Without what? What did I need that I was leaving?

She leaned in and got a concerned look on her face, "Renesmee you look green. Are you feeling ok?" She took in the shock that still hung off my face, "Girl I think you better go home. You look like you're going to throw up."

I brought my hands to my face and rubbed. I sat and breathed in and out a few times. "Um, yeah. No. I'm ok. I'll come in."

She smiled very sisterly. "Why don't you go take a day off. I'll cover for you here." She winked.

"Um, yeah. Thanks Derr. I probably should go home and rest for a while." I inhaled deeply relieved.

"You ok to make it home?"

I smiled, "Yeah thanks. I'll be ok. I just need to clear my thoughts."

"Ok. I'll talk to you tomorrow then." She stepped away.

"Bye Derr. Thanks." I closed the door.

She stepped to the curb and waved. I put the car into drive and started my way back home.

The unexpected vision flooded back into my memory. I remember that point in my life, but what was I looking for? What was I so worried about losing? I just can't remember. It made me nervous. My memory was near picture perfect. Why are there are these holes from my childhood? Forks was a place I'd only known briefly, but it was like my memories there consisted of missing pieces of a puzzle. I let that thought rest on my shoulders. Missing pieces of a puzzle. Missing pieces of my puzzle. There was something I needed back in Forks. Something I needed to find. I had to get there.

I sighed, but my family. They would never let me go back there. Forks was not a topic openly discussed. They refuse to even talk about it. There would never be a way for them to let me go. I'd have to go by myself. I'll run away if I need to. Yes. That's what I'll do. My family is out hunting right now. I can go and get what I need and run away. I'll then be able to find what I need.

I pulled into our driveway and took a cautious smell to make sure no one was home unexpectedly, especially my dad. I tested the air and it was clear. I raced into the house and pulled out a lavender duffle bag from my closet. I stuffed it with a few clothes and ran out of my room to the various places my family had hidden money. I grabbed thousands of dollars knowing even that amount would not be missed. I slipped into Carlisle's office and into his third desk drawer. I pulled out a few fake ID's and stuffed them in the bag as well. I zipped up the bag and threw it over my shoulder. I took off for the car. I never looked back.

I pulled up to the airport less than two hours later. I strolled inside and headed straight for an automated purchasing station near the front. I used my ID's to buy four tickets: New Mexico, California, Florida, and Washington. Maybe they'd know which I'd take right away but maybe it will buy me a little time. I threw the others in the trash and walked to the terminal for Washington.

Hours past with ticket checks, in flight movies, baggage claims, and so on. I stepped out of the airport revolving doors and hailed a taxi. I had him take me to the edge of town. He dropped me off and I paid him.

I slipped into the trees and then tore off at inhuman speeds. I jumped rocks and felt leaves brush across my skin. The air twisted through my hair. It was exhilarating. The smells were fabulous. Wood. Pine. Wild Flowers. The colors were bright and refreshingly green. I ran exactly to where I was going. I knew how to get there without any knowledge of a map. It was like a magnetic pull urging me forward.

It took me little over an hour to run where I needed to be. I slowed only at the edges around the meadow that opened into the front yard I had only known briefly. I took in the surroundings. Green. Calm. Pure. Peaceful. I breathed in the aromas of grasses, wildlife, and bark.

I stepped through the meadow quietly. I felt as though I shouldn't make a sound. I climbed the stairs to the weathered front porch and stood for a minute. I paused. I knew this house for only hours. What would I find? What am I even looking for?

I put my bag down and opened the door. I stepped into the large white family room. The smell was musty and old as if no one had touched the place in seven years and it's true they haven't. Seven years ago I was born here. Seven years ago I was carried away to my house of current residence in Maine.

I wandered through the house touching cabinets and furniture randomly. Tears started to touch at my eyes. It's not what I was hoping for. The hole in my heart goes unfilled. Whatever I was looking for is not here.

I had hoped this last unknown piece of my childhood would solve the mystery but it's not helping. What can be missing?

I rubbed my arms trying to feel the heat from my fingertips. The chill in the air was eerie. The house was filled with everything a person could need to feel comfortable, chairs, beds, clothes, entertainment, but it was all so empty. I was empty.

Tears danced down my cheeks. My breath became heavy and I ran outside. I couldn't stay here. I bent to pick up my bag I had left on the front porch and ran into Port Angeles to find a motel. The one I found was a large chain motel but still not as fancy as my family would encourage me to stay at. It was perfect. They would never find me here. I stepped into a bright open lobby with a white tiled floor and pale green walls. I walked to the counter and the blonde women behind it eyed me carefully.

"Single room please." I asked politely and handed her a fake ID.

Her eyes lowered as she typed into the computer. She told me the price and I paid in cash. She placed the money in a safe deposit box and then came and fished around in a nearby drawer. She handed me a key and pointed on a map how I should get to my room. "Thank you." I said with a smile.

"Have a good stay Miss."

I picked up my bag and strolled to the large green door with the numbers 211 on it. I keyed the door and stepped into the stale room. Lemon cleaner flooded my nostrils. I gazed around. It was a small space but was filled with a double sized bed covered by a southwestern looking comforter and an orange table with a single dark brown chair. Very uninviting, but a good place to start, I thought to myself. I walked into the small bathroom and turned the cool water on in the sink. I splashed my face in an effort to break myself from the empty feeling the old house left me with.

I patted my face with a towel and then moved to the bed. I laid my head down on the soft pillow not bothering to pull the comforter down. My mind wandered on where to go next, but it didn't seem to matter at the moment. I breathed out heavily trying to clear my thoughts for sleep.

I awoke late in the night. I turned my eyes and a bright red flashing 2:28 AM caught my eye. My stomach felt empty. None of the restaurants around town would be open now, but I always had the option to hunt. At least no one will be in the woods this late I told myself. I quietly turned the knob of my room and peered into the long hallway. It was quiet and the smell was clear.

I inched towards the outside door and then threw it open. I gave myself one more deep breath and only caught the smell of the clear gentle rain that was now dotting the earth. I smiled mischievously and ran as fast as I could. I hit the woods quickly and flipped my hair feeling the wind against my skin.

I slowed as an interesting smell hit me. It wasn't an animal I was familiar with but very close. Even though there was a strong scent of blood, it wasn't a tempt thirst wise. I turned slowly and began to follow the new trail. Beyond the blood it was a peculiar fragrance, woodsy, pine, and honey. I followed it breathing it deep inside me as if I was smelling the most beautiful bouquet of roses. It stopped abruptly at a small pond.

My face returned to a frown even though the moonlit sight before me was breathtaking. The light danced off the small waves. Trees grew tall around it and rocks rested their golden edges along the banks. The pond's smell was delicious and refreshing, but not the woodsy smell I was looking for. I let the moon touch my skin breathing in a relaxing breath.

I stepped to a nearby boulder about as large as I was, and ran my fingers over its cool rough edges. I pulled myself on top of it and brought my knees close into my body. Here in this magical clearing with the beauty of the water I felt the empty feeling return to my chest. I'm not even sure what I should be looking for or how to fix myself. I don't even have my family anymore. I was alone. At that thought I buried my face to my knees and began to cry. My silent tears became heavy as I lost myself in the emptiness. My sobs echoed off the stillness of the pond. I was alone. Forever Alone.