Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If you think I do then you need your brain checked! Only the plot belongs to me. Stephenie Meyer gets to keep her characters for yet another day. :(

Chapter 1 ~ A Normal Day

Was the sky always this blue? Is the sky blue at all? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Has my hair always looked so red? It's kind of pretty. I didn't think flowers could dance. Why isn't the sky cloudy? What is cloudy? I wonder if marshmallows taste like clouds. Would — "Renesmee will you quit it?" I looked up at my father and smiled. I always suck myself into these daydreams and I forget he can hear me. "Sorry," I felt a slight blush creeping into my cheeks.

He smiled, "And I highly doubt that clouds would taste like marshmallows." My blush deepened as Jake looked over at us. "They would most likely taste like tonic water."

Jake laughed, "Or cotton balls." Emmet whooped, thinking the wrong thing as usual and Rose slapped him upside the head. Jasper smirked.

"You guys are stupid," Alice said, "They'd probably just taste like moist air." She got up and walked towards Jasper, who was leaning against a tree.

A cool gust of wind blew my hair in front of my face and my mom knelt beside me. "Got it. I can't believe I forgot it at the house. Do you remember what page we were on?" I scrunched my eyebrows together and tried to remember. "Um, we left Heathcliff in the garden. Nelly was going to get Catherine." My mom smiled and opened the book without hesitation, knowing exactly the page. Rose crept over to our shady spot under the tree and I rest my head on her lap. We listened as my mother's melodic voice spoke for the tragic characters of Wuthering Heights, my favorite book. I moved my lips, silently speaking the words with her. Another breeze shuffled the pages and my mother laughed, quickly flipping back to our spot. She had such a pretty laugh. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her skin glittered against the sun. She was wearing the locket I gave her two Christmases ago. The silver sparkled almost as beautifully as she did.

"It's almost 3:00, should we be heading back?" Jasper was always the one to keep track of the time. It seemed to go by so quickly when we visited the meadow.

My father stood up, "Yes, I think we should go now. Girls are you done?"

Alice didn't give us time to answer, "They have to be done! Bella, you promised to go to the mall today," Alice whined, "Yesterday was Nessie's day and look how pretty she is! I told you yellow would look great with her hair."

My mom groaned, "Alice I have enough clothing. Take Rose, better yet, take Jake. He's in dire need." Jake's jaw dropped and I giggled. He stood up quickly when Alice's head gave a thoughtful little turn in his direction. Emmet huffed, "Let's just go already!"

I squealed as Emmet threw me on his back and we ran back to the house. Mom and dad stopped at the cottage to drop off Wuthering Heights. We walked inside and I could already tell Seth had arrived. He always came over on Sundays for lunch…and dinner. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of enchiladas but searched the air for the wonderful smell of scrambled eggs. I avoided the tray of cheesy tortillas and walked over to Esme, who was making me my favorite human food. I pecked her on the cheek and she smiled, "Thank you sweetheart. Could you take the enchiladas over to the boys?"

I grimaced and slumped my shoulders, "Yeah." I held my breath and rushed the enemy over to Jake and Seth.

Esme placed my plate in front of me, "Here you go sweetie."

Seth made a strangled noise, "You're eating that? Instead of this? You are so strange Nessie. I mean, eggs and what is that alien purple stuff?"

I looked down at my plate, "Cabbage."

He stared at me, letting the food fall out of his mouth. "Again I say, weird."

Carlisle walked in and kissed the top of my head, "She's not weird. She's a fourteen year old."

I blushed, glad that he didn't call me a four year old. Emmet always uses that against me when we arm-wrestle. I'm not as strong as my mother, but Emmet and I are pretty close. I can't wait until I'm "fully matured" as Carlisle says.

"Shut up dog." My dad glared at Jacob, who hadn't said anything. He always does that, randomly telling Jake to shut up. It gets really annoying. I hate not knowing things. My dad growled and Jacob smirked.

"Bye guys!" Alice rushed in dragging my mom behind her, "We're off to the mall. Be back around 8:00!" We heard the engine of Alice's Porsche rev and, maybe it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard my mothers agonized scream fading into the distance. My dad laughed, "That, I doubt was your imagination." He motioned for me to follow him.

We walked into the piano room and my father closed the door behind us. Now instead of one piano, there were two. Mine was a beautiful cherry wood and instead of black keys, Carlisle had them made to sparkle bronze. Some people might think it looked tacky, but for me, it was perfect. We sat down and my dad played a few chords. I echoed them back. He played a scale. I echoed. This was how we warmed up. We never spoke in the piano room. The music spoke for us. I knew that the family sometimes gathered in the hallway outside to listen. Sometimes Jake would fall asleep outside the door. I'm not the best with emotions. They tend to overwhelm me because I feel them all at once. I put my emotion into music. My father and I intertwine our minds and emotions on the piano. He doesn't pester me about what I write, he just lets it flow out of me, and then he plays along. Sometimes, I wish I could heal whatever broken pieces I still see in him. The pieces he only shows in his work. I really wish I could help him. I just don't know how. It's the same with my mom. She'll be reading and she might let out a slight, "Oh." Like she's just realized something heartbreaking. My playing was becoming fiercer and I softened it suddenly. My dad reacted to the sudden change. He played a high trill and I giggled. He laughed, then played the notes C, A, B, B, A, G, E. It was our signal to say we were finished. Cabbage.

I stepped outside the door and noticed the time. It was 6:00. Still two more hours until my mom would be home with Alice. I rushed back into the room and placed my hand on my father's cheek. I showed him himself playing my mom's lullaby. He nodded once.

I listened as his fingers soared. My eyes began to stray in and out of focus. The music was softer. It began to fade. I let myself fall asleep, the lullaby weaving itself in and out of dreamland.

Unshed tears choked the onlookers and the heat from the fire threatened to burn their skin. Little feet ran through the crowds, searching for their separated families, and desperate wails echoed over the tops of blackened roofs and naked trees. The ground was surprisingly cold under my flushed cheek, the moist dirt clung to my hair, falling towards my sweaty scalp. A shrill scream pounded in my ears, abruptly stopping as I realized it was my own. Soft, shaking hands brushed the hair from my eyes and a firmer pair slipped under my waist making me wince in pain.

Something warm and sticky dripped down my leg, "She's bleeding," said a man's voice. I sensed his panic and my eyes stung with tears, "We need to keep moving."

The new voice belonged to a woman. I let out a small whimper. The pain in my side grew stronger and the pressure from the man's arms wasn't helping.

"Cameron she's really hurt. Cameron we have to stop, we're far enough away."

Yes, please stop, stop the pain, stop everything. And I screamed.

My eyes snapped open seeing two dark orbs staring at me. "Are you alright?" Jake asked, his voice shaking slightly. I took a deep breath, "Yeah. Yes, I'm fine. What was I doing?" He gulped, "I, I don't, you were – are you sure you're alright Nessie?" I gave him a shaky smile, "Yes Jake. Just a nightmare." He still looked worried. "Come on. Let's eat some ice cream." He helped me off the floor, "But you hate ice cream." I laughed, "You don't."

I nibbled on a small marshmallow from the Rocky Road Jake was eating and pulled my eyebrows together. "Where is everyone?"

Jake shoveled down some chocolate, "They went hunting. I said I would stay so you wouldn't be alone when you woke up."

I blushed and popped in another marshmallow. "Thanks." A few moments of silence passed, "Do you know when they'll be home?"

Jake shrugged, "Not till late." I nodded.

"Jake?" He looked at me. "Do we know anyone named Cameron?"

He narrowed his eyes, "The Cullens don't."

I bit my lip, "But you do?" He nodded, "Why?"

I hesitated, "Just wondering." He laughed, "You're just like Bella. You're a terrible liar. But I won't pester since it's obviously so top secret."

I rolled my eyes. "Good night wolf boy."

"Good night my four year old fourteen year old."

I ran up the stairs and took a deep breath. Why, why oh why, did my heart have to flutter whenever he said that? Carlisle is right. I am a fourteen year old.

My curls spilled out over my pillow and I closed my eyes, willing for pleasant dreams. But I was given another deep, nightmare filled sleep.

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