Decided to add a prologue. Take a look and review!
At one point in our lives, we stray from the path that we're supposed to take. The boundaries of the path become blurry and fuzzed as temptations lure us in a different direction. Frustrations and resentment fuel us to turn our backs on the very path that we'd always accepted as our own. And there's always that fear – that fear of turning away from something you're familiar with, something you're comfortable with, something that is basically a part of you – but it can be overpowered.
I had definitely strayed from my path, and defeated any hint of fear that may have made me hesitate in doing so.
Music blasted from the stereos, the beat pumping hot and loud and causing everyone's bodies to writhe together in a giant, sweltering crowd. The room was packed, full of adrenaline that made heartbeats pump faster and pupils dilate and desire and lust pollute the air. It was the first high school house party that I had ever been too, but from the way I was acting, you'd never know.
"Nessie, come dance!" Parker yelled, waving me over to where she was standing in the middle of the room. Her voice was barely audible, but my sharp ears were able to cut through the raucous laughter, the yelling, and the loud music to hear my best friend calling me.
I tilted my head back and guzzled down more of the sharp, piercingly sweet liquor that Parker had handed me an entire bottle of an hour ago. Evidently, my alcohol tolerance was substantially hire than that of my human counterparts, so I'd had to drain quite a few drinks to get into the completely intoxicated state that I was in now.
My vision was blurred, my senses were dulled, and I had never felt more alive. With each drink, thoughts of my family, of Jacob, of Cameron all drained out of my mind. I didn't care. I simply didn't care anymore.
"Coming!" I hollered back to her, teetering ever so slightly on the black stiletto boots that I was wearing as I headed towards her. Combined with the sky high mini skirt I was wearing and the black corset that my boobs were practically spilling out of, I looked extremely promiscuous. My straightened auburn hair and dramatically made up face had made multiple guys drop their drinks in desiring awe.
I had tried to be the perfect Renesmee that everyone had expected me to be. I had tried to avoid hurting the people that I loved, to avoid destroying the idea that they had of me in their heads. I had tried to still be the old me. And because of that, I'd sacrificed nearly everything that mattered to me.
But now that I'd lost everything, all bets were off. I was tired of being old Renesmee. She was gone forever.
And this Renesmee was here to stay.