Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Just the millions of story ideas bouncing around my head.
Chapter 1: Life
Nessie's POV
I sat there in the middle of the food court trying to fight off the sudden anxiety I felt. Rexy, my German Shepherd service dog knew exactly what to do to help me calm down. Sometimes I swear he could sense an impending panic attack before I do.
My heart was going a million miles a minutes. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My hands started shaking and I felt like I was losing control as I struggled to fight off the ever increasing anxiety.
Rexy could sense this and he leapt to his feet instantly. He placed his head in my lap and I pet him. I started feeling better.
I looked around but thankfully nobody seemed to notice that there was anything amiss with me. Apart from the fact that I had service dog nobody could tell that there was something wrong with me.
I often thought about what my life would have turned out if I had grown up with my real family. I probably wouldn't be as fucked up as I am right now. My real parents were Edward and Bella Cullen. They were vampires. I was half human and half vampire. Or rather I used to be. Thanks to a witch I met 17 years ago my vampire half disappeared allowing the human half to completely take over.
I shook my head when I thought about the amount of time that had passed since I've seen my parents, my family, and Jacob. When the Volturi came after my family and I 17 years ago a huge battle broke out. I nearly died trying to escape.
My family thinks that I died in that battle. Aro made sure that my family thought I was dead. He threatened me that day as well. He said if I ever returned to my family or revealed what I was to the human world he would kill my whole family and I.
I ran away that night and I never looked back. I lived homeless for awhile. Feeding off of wild animals in the forest. That's when I met a witch. Told me she had the power to change vampires into humans and half vampires into full humans. I accepted her offer to help me without a second thought.
The witch turned me over to the department of children and family services after that so I'd have a chance of getting adopted into another loving family. I did. Suddenly I had a new mother, father, and a little sister named Sarah.
Life suddenly felt a little less sad. I had a family who loved me. I had a little sister who I adored. Then it all changed and my happiness came to an abrupt end one afternoon.
Physically I was around eight years old at the time and my sister was six years old. My parents had warned us many times never to play outside by the pool unsupervised but we didn't listen. One day we were running around playing tag outside when it happened. I was 'it' and when I ran up behind her and tagged my sister I accidentally pushed my sister in the pool.
I ran inside the house screaming for help but it was too late. My little sister was dead and it was all my fault. I lied and told everyone that she had just slipped and fell in. I could never admit that I was the one that accidentally caused her to fall in the pool. I still had nightmares of the day.
Over the next few years I grew more and more anxious and depressed. When I was thirteen years old I tried to commit suicide. I overdosed on painkillers. I just couldn't take the pain, the guilt, and the anxiety anymore.
However I lived. The doctors were able to save me when they pumped my stomach. I stayed in the hospital for several days and after that I was moved to a psychiatric hospital. I was diagnosed with PTSD, severe anxiety, and depression.
The psychiatrist believes that all my mental health problems stem from seeing my sister die but it goes beyond that. Ever since Aro threatened to kill my family and I if I ever went back to them, or revealed the existence of vampires, he showed up from time to time to check on me. To make sure that I hadn't broken my promise to never go back or reveal the truth about vampires. He reiterated his threat every time I saw him. I was afraid that he'd kill me eventually no matter what I did.
I couldn't tell my psychiatrist about Aro or the Volturi obviously. So I just let my doctor believe that it was solely because of witnessing my sister's death. Not even my psychiatrist knew that I accidentally pushed her in. That certainly was a major part of my problems anyhow.
I was the perfect candidate for a service dog to help me with my problems and that's when Rexy came into life. I've also been on medication for the last four years.
Just when I thought my life couldn't get even shittier I received another diagnosis less than a year ago. Osteosarcoma. Also known as bone cancer. By the time it was discovered it was too late to operate. It had already spread.
Sometimes I think this is God's way of punishing for the role I played in my sister's death. It had to be a punishment for all the pain that I've caused.
Rexy whimpered as he sensed my distress. I ran my hand through his fur again. I felt someone staring at me all of a sudden but I couldn't see who it was. I scanned the food court but I couldn't see anyone.
Then I spotted her across the walkway. A short pixie like girl with pale skin and golden eyes. I felt my blood run cold. Rexy was at my side ready to comfort me again. I rubbed my eyes thinking I was seeing things but I wasn't. It had been 17 years but I'd know her anywhere.
Aunt Alice.
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