Tragedy and Despair
CHAPTER ONE
Its the washing line I remember first, silver skeletal arms throwing long afternoon shadows on the lawn. Other details came back, piece by piece, slowly filling in the gaps, throwing my mind in a whirl wind. Memories flash past one by one, coming and going as quickly as it started. The last thing I remember before I blacked out is the screaming of a five year old girl.
Waking up I scream, "NO! RENESMEE! NO!" Sobbing I rock back and forth reliving the nightmare that happened to my baby girl; my daughter dying in front of my eyes. My bright eyed, golden hair girl died no longer able to run into my room to wake me up with her routine jump and hug with a yell of "Mummy! Mummy!"
The sound of the front door opening almost silently save the creak of the hinges alerted me. Hearing no footsteps coming towards me, I slowly got off the ground to face my baby's killer, my husband- the man I now hated with a passion. Screaming at him, swearing at him; I backed away from him as he tried to grab my arms that were now flying without direction.
My husband was talking to me but I could not, would not listen to him. Yelling now my husband grabbed my arms pinning them to my sides. I sobbed uncontrolled by now, never realising that I was on the ground with my husband's arms around me. Holding me while I lost control of the world around me, remembering the last time I saw my daughter alive.
It was in the morning time and my husband had just kissed me goodbye, a sweet kiss saying that he loves me. With a kiss to our daughters head, my husband left for work. I heard the front door opening indicating that my sweet little Renesmee had gone outside to play; with a small smile I called out to her, "Stay on the front lawn Renesmee!" Starting to wash up the breakfast dishes I took my eyes off my little girl for just a moment. Ten Seconds! It only took ten seconds when I heard a scream and my little girl yell out, "MUMMMYYY!"
In the background I heard the dish that I dropped smash on the ground, as I bolted out my front door to see my little girl flying through the air. I was by her side as she hit the ground, my screams joining in with the sound of the tire wheels shrieking. I was in shock at the sight of my little girl, some part of me was waiting for her to just sit up and smile. However the sight before my eyes destroyed that part of me; blood... Lots of blood was on my darling girl and I could see all the wounds on her. No amount of bandages or magic kisses would awake my princess now. Slowly I turned my daughter around and placed her head onto my lap, smoothing her braids down mattered with blood. Clutching Renesmee to my chest, I let out a scream as the reality of the situation was accepted.
The rest of that day... no week was a blur to me. I remember that police turned up and took my daughter away from me. I remember that my husband put me in the shower and in new clothes. I remember being taken to the police station to identify Renesmee and then I remember the defeating moment when I was told that my husband was being arrested for manslaughter and that my statement was needed. I remember seeing my husband the first time after that and flying at him in rage, sobbing and crying. I remember a female police officer taking me away back to my now empty home with a blood stained driveway. I remember curling up onto my bed and I remember the darkness that overtook me. I don't remember what I ate that week, or what I wore, or when I showered, or if I did any chores, I don't remember where the broken dish went or who cleared up the blood on the driveway. I don't remember how I lived.
My name is Isabella Swan-Cullen and my husband Edward Cullen is being charged with manslaughter. I lost my daughter Renesmee Cullen on the same day as my husband betrayed me, the worst way any mother could be- he killed my daughter.