The wind rustled through the girl's hair as she ran through the forest at a speed that she had never known she could reach. Her shaking hand reached up and wiped away a few tears that had managed to escape as she ran, a million thoughts running through the hurt girl's mind.
You weren't meant to be born.
Everyone wanted to kill you.
No one wanted you.
She should have been with her grandmother back in the house, not in the cottage grabbing her book. She should have said hello to her parents so they knew she was there. She should have left when they started to speak.
She should have…
Skidding to a halt, Renesmee took in a deep breath before letting it out in a horrific scream. She had never screamed before. She barely even talked let alone screamed, and she never had a reason to scream.
Looking around at the now silent forest, anger built up within her.
Why were they having a conversation about that?
Why would they even consider those options?
Without any warning, the girl started kicking the leaves, sticks, and other various items that lay upon the forest floor. She threw sticks at the trees and anything else she could grab a hold of, letting her anger out in violence, which was an extremely rare act for her.
As her temper tantrum subsided, a wave of hurt washed over her. Renesmee walked over and leaned against a tree, the sounds of the forest very slowly coming back to life. The now exhausted child sank down and curled herself against the base of the tree before succumbing to the tears that beckoned to escape as a single thought ran through her mind;
No one wanted you…
