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Hi I'm Renesmee. I'm sixteen years old and I killed my mother

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I drove as fast as I could to my first rehearsal. I was finally cast in an off-Broadway production of "Next to Normal" and that in New York was a big deal. I had work on voice, dance, and dance since was twelve. I didn't tell my family. I told them that I was out with friends. I don't have any friends. I am the weird smart and talented girl at the school. I have been in every musical there. It amazing the word doesn't get around to the family. I have lessons everyday and I use my allowance to pay for them. There is nothing I love more than performing. I am good at sport to but yeah can't really do that due to super strength and speed The role as Natalie in this musical is probably the best thing that will ever happen to me.

See. My family hates me. When I was born my mother didn't survive and for that my father hates me and the rest of my family has a hard time liking me. The pretend they do but as well as doing my neat little showing people what I want powers I can read minds. I have never told anyone that either. My whole life is basically a lie.

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I walk into the house after a long but extremely awesome rehearsal. My whole family was sitting in the family room watching a movie. They turned to me as I walked in.

"Where were you" my grandma Esme asked.

"I was out with friends" I lied smoothly. Edward doesn't even bother reading my mind.

"Oh, ok. Want to watch a movie with us?" she asked attempting to be nice.

"Not really. " I said. "I'll be in my room."

I walked up to my room but I heard conversation downstairs.

"Do you realize how God damn awful we are to her." Jasper brought about. "She is actually afraid of us and hates coming home. I don't think she has ever been happy."

"She deserves it" I heard my father grumble. "she is the reason that I am alone."

I started crying this happened a lot but I never did anything about it.

I ran downstairs.

" Your not alone" I screamed the tears falling harder. " You've always had me. Your daughter. I didn't kill my mother. I didn't. if you think about it you killed her if you had been more careful on you honeymoon you would still have her and not me. You've never wanted me. So god dammit shut the hell up. I don't deserve this. I never did anything to you. Hell, I never even talk to you. I knew from the time I could talk that you hated me and for the last seventeen yes seventeen years, my birthday was yesterday HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME, I have put up with your shit. SO leave me alone. I know that won't be a problem and stop blaming me!!"

As soon as I finished I was knocked to the ground. My "father" was holding me to the ground snarling. "Don't talk to me like that. I am your father."

" You sure as hell don't act like one I choked out." He pushed be harder into the floor.

"Shit" I cried out.

"Edward stop." My grandfather started to pull him off me. The rest of the family was to shocked that I said something to him. I used all of my strength and shoved him away from me. I ran towards the door and turned to them, "It's kind of sad the closet thing to being hugged by my dad is being pinned to the ground in anger." Then I ran.