Hi this my first fanfic let me know how good or bad it is and I will update ASAP. stephenie Meyer owns all characters but not my story.
My name is Renesmee I'm 18 years old and a total and complete loser. I was born to my human mother on september 11th 2006. I remember everything and I don't even have to think about it. I remember her tortured twisted face slowly become lifeless as I was presented to her. I remember how my fathers cold arms felt warm and secure. But what I remember the most was my possessive aunt Rose wrapping me up and taking me away from those I loved.
When I got to meet my mother I was horrified to find her so cold and distant. She was insistent I wasn't hers and as I cowered in Roses arms she became dangerously unstable falling to the ground in hysterics. Over the next few months I grew rapidly and my mother became easier to handle we formed a mother daughter bond that I thought we would never have but as my third birthday approached my mother once again became distant and although I asked her if she was okay I knew deep down she wasn't.
It wasnt till one night as I left my room to go to the toilet that I heard what was wrong. " I don't feel the connection I should for her. I want another baby, I want the boy I wanted when I was pregnant last time. It's not like I hate her I just don't feel like she is mine and I feel like I'm pretending to love her". With her final words I gasped and jumped down the stairs four at a time. By the time I reached the bottom my father was stood waiting with open arms ready to cradle me as my sobs became uncontrollable wails of despair.
That was 15 years ago, I am now living in a small town in England, and haven't seen or spoke to any member of my family since that night. But as of three months ago I have had a compelling pull to return to the lush green forests of Forks Washington and no matter what I do I can't seem to shake the fact that I should return.