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Nessie's POV

Chapter 1: Depression

I took a deep breath before putting on a fake smile. That's all that I can do. Put on a smile. The truth of the matter is that I'm far from happy.

I was adopted when I was four years old. I had a loving father and mother as well as two brothers and two sisters.

15 years ago a SeaWorld park opened up here in Seattle, Washington despite the best efforts of PETA and other animal rights activists.

My mom was the manager of the entire park. I loved it there. Because of my mom we got in for free all the time. I loved seeing all of the animals, going to the shops, and getting on all of the rides. As soon as I turned 16 a year and a half ago I started working there. I help take care of the animals there. I'm also learning how to train them.

When I was 15 years old my dog, Bruno, joined the family. He is a St. Bernard that we rescued from the shelter. He was only a puppy when we got him so it was nothing more then a sheer stroke of luck that we even found him. He is not only a family pet but he's also a performer at SeaWorld. I helped train him to do a lot of the tricks that he performs on the shows.

My dad was a veterinarian. He worked at the park. He treated all of the animals with nothing but love and care. He made sure that they were healthy and well taken care of. I learned a lot about animals from him.

So now you're probably wondering why I'm not happy, right? Well it all started when I was 10. My older sister, Sarah diagnosed with Leukemia and she died six months later. Then when I was 12, my older brother Anthony died of heatstroke.

Then one year ago my father, my younger brother Albert, and my sister Leslie, and I were all about to go on a camping trip. My mom didn't want to go but we did. We also took Bruno with us.

We were headed somewhere in Canada. I can't remember where exactly.

A driver on the opposite side of the road had fallen asleep, and subsequently lost control of his car. We ended up on the side of the road with our car overturned.

I lost my brother and sister that day. They were killed instantly. My dad died the next morning. As for me? I will never be able to walk again. My spine was completely severed in one place and fractured in several other places. I could get surgery, but none of the doctors that I've met are willing to do it. They say it's too risky and that I could end up with more damage. So I'm permanently bound to a wheelchair now. I was out of work for a few months while I recovered. My mom made me go back to work because she thought that it would be good for me.

Bruno, our dog also survived the accident. He was lucky. He escaped with very minimal injuries.

Every day is a struggle to get out of bed. In a span of seven years I have lost most of my relatives, and the use of my legs. Over the past few months my mom has become completely distant. She is always at work, or doing something that keeps her away from the house for long periods of time. In all honesty sometimes I feel like she died too. Most days I barely catch a glimpse of my mom. Usually just once in the morning and once in the evening. Sometimes I get this feeling that she stopped caring about me. It hurts. It hurts like hell.

School is within walking distance though. School, that reminds me, my school life is a complete hell. People pick on me and bully me relentlessly. People called me names, they teased me, and made hurtful comments about me being wheelchair bound. I tried to pretend like it didn't bother me but it all hurt so badly.

After school I went to work for a couple of hours. I mainly relied on the public transportation system to get me where I needed to be.

I pretend like everything is okay. I pretend like I'm happy but I'm not. I don't want anyone to know how I'm really feeling. Not my friends, coworkers, or even my own mother. Although I'm not to sure if my mom really cares anymore. Sometimes I've thought of committing suicide just to end the pain. I mean I have seriously considered it. I doubt that my mother would even miss me. Yet, for some reason I've never even attempted it.

I managed to lift myself from my bed and into my wheelchair. Bruno managed to push my door open for me. Bruno is by no means in any way certified to be a service dog, but sometimes he really does act like one.

"Thanks boy" I told him and his response was to lick my face. I laughed. He and all the animals I work with are the only ones that can make me laugh or smile right now.

By the time I got to the kitchen I saw my mom about to leave.

"Mom where are you going?" I asked, although I was 99% sure of what the answer was going to be.

"To work" she replied, in too much of a hurry to even bother looking at me. "You'll be okay on your own, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. My shift starts in an hour so I'll be there-"

I didn't even get a chance to finish my sentence. She left in too much of a hurry.

"I guess it's just you and me Bruno" I sighed. He barked as if to answer me.

I made myself breakfast and served Bruno his. I left about an hour later. I had to hurry up if I wanted to catch the bus in time.

Unfortunately I was going so fast that I didn't notice a huge crack in the sidewalk. The wheel got caught and I fell onto the cement. The chair had also fallen on its side.

I tried to hoist myself up but I couldn't. Not even Bruno could help me out now. He just sat there patiently waiting for me; being the ever loyal dog that he is.

People kept walking by. Nobody bothered to stop and help. It was annoying. Didn't people have any kind of compassion?

"Excuse me young lady do you need help?" A voice asked .

"Yes please" I begged.

I gasped when ice cold arms picked me up. He got my chair and placed me in it easily.

Then I was able to get a good luck at the man. I was immediately struck by how inhumanely, how god-like his beauty was. A young blond man in his early 20s. His pale skin and gold eyes, along with that worried look on his face made him extremely beautiful in my eyes. He had on what I guessed was a doctor's uniform.

"Young lady what is your name?" he asked me.

"Renesmee"

He looked taken aback for a moment. Clearly he hadn't expected me to say that. He looked beyond shocked now.

He recovered and told me his name was Carlisle Cullen.

"Renesmee if you don't mind my asking, why are you out here all alone? Where are you going?"

"I'm alone because my mom went to work early and I'm heading over to the bus station so I can get to work myself"

"Well here, let me help you" he said.

"No, no it's okay I will be fine on my own-"

"Renesmee I insist. Please let me help you to the bus. I just want to help you"

I gave in.

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