Chapter 1: What's Wrong With Me?

Nessie's POV

I inhaled and then exhaled a large puff of smoke. I could taste the remaining tobacco in my mouth. I looked at the small box in my hand and realized that I was already halfway through this pack. The Marlboro man on the box seemed to be staring at me. This was already my fourth pack of the day.

I've been a smoker since I was six years old. Yes, you heard me correctly, I was six years old when I started smoking. My father adopted me when I was about three years old. I had been in some sort of accident or something and lost my memory. No one really does know what happened. Only that I was alone, without parents.

My adoptive father is the one that started me on smoking. I got curious when I saw him doing it and I asked him about it. His response? Give me a cigarette to smoke. I didn't know how it happened but suddenly I was hooked on them. My dad is really cool. He let's me smoke as long as I didn't tell anyone about my habits. We even bond when we smoke together. I've been smoking for about 12 years now.

It's always just been me and my dad. He raised me all on his own. He had a wife sometime before he adopted me, but then she died. So it was out of loneliness and sadness that he decided that he wanted to adopt a child. Then he found me. A lonely, lost little girl with no memory. We were perfect for each other. He treated me like a princess and I loved him for it. We loved each other immensely. We were as close as any father-daughter could be.

When I was done with the cigarettes I went back inside and started working on my homework. It was a Friday and next week was Spring break, but I had a lot of work to do and I wanted to get at least one or two assignments done today.

I'm 18 years old and I'm in my Senior year of high school. I've always been a straight A student and I'm a very athletic person. I'm on my school's swim team. There is nothing that I love more then being in the water. It's where I really feel alive. I've already applied to several colleges and I'm due to get my admission results any day now.

I was about halfway through my geometry homework when I suddenly got a really bad cough attack. It was just the latest in a series of major cough attacks lately. I have even started to cough up blood. Hell even breathing has become a lot more difficult for me lately.

My dog, a golden retriever by the name of Daisy, wondered into my room and walked up to me as if checking to see whether I was okay or not. She gave me this sad look as she nudged my chest.

"It's okay girl" I said as I pat her head. "I'm going to be okay" At least that is what I was hoping anyway. In addition to the breathing and coughing issues my throat has also been bothering me a lot lately. It hurts a lot. I've been taking over the counter pain relievers and it's helped a little. A few days ago I came to the decision that I should just go see a doctor to discover what the problem is and why I'm having these issues. I have always been a healthy person. My appointment is tonight.

I was startled when my phone rang. It was just my dad.

"Hi dad" I said the second that I answered.

"Hi Nessie. I got off of work early today so I thought that maybe you and I could go to lunch and then maybe go to the movies or something. Just the two of us?"

"Yeah dad that sounds great" I said enthusiastically. I really was a daddy's girl. I mean, I wasn't a spoiled brat, far from it actually, I just loved doing things with my dad. He was an amazing father and I really looked up to him.

"Okay. I'll be home in about 30 minutes to pick you up. I'll call you when I'm here" he said.

"Okay dad" I said before hanging up.

I put all of my homework and books back in my bag. I gathered up my purse, wallet, and my phone.

Those 30 minutes flew by. Soon my father was calling me and I was heading out the door. I gave my dad a hug and kiss as soon as I saw him.

"So how are you feeling today? Any better?" my dad asked, sounding very much like a concerned father.

"Pretty much the same. But I have my doctor's appointment tonight. Hopefully they can figure out what is wrong with me. I'm hoping they can tell me why I'm even having these issues in the first place. Just try not to worry" I said.

"Nessie I'm your father. It's my job to worry. Anyway so what have you been up to today?" he asked me.

"Not much. I slept in. Smoked a few packs. Read some books. Oh and I started on my homework" I said. "What about you?"

"Not much" he said. "There was hardly any work to do at the station so the chief decided to let me go early. That's why I'm here. They already have enough officers patrolling the area so. Yeah"

Did I mention that my dad was also a police officer? Well he is. A good one if I might add.

The rest of the day was pretty fun. Despite the coughing episodes I had anyway. As soon as we got back home I got another pack and started smoking again. This time my dad joined me with his own pack. After that I ate dinner and brushed my teeth as I prepared to leave for my doctor's appointment.

I left around 6:45. My appointment was at 7:30.

I was surprised by the amount of people that were in the waiting room when I got there. For some reason I didn't think that this many people would be here on a Friday night.

When I checked in I was informed that some other doctor was going to do my appointment today. The one I had originally had to leave early.

45 agonizingly long minutes later a nurse finally called my name. She did all of the usual things. Like weigh me, take my pressure and temperature, and asked me questions.

I played games on my phone while I waited for my doctor to show up. I looked up once I heard the door open. Jumped might be a more appropriate description actually.

I was momentarily stunned when I saw my doctor. Or is Greek god a more accurate description? He was inhumanely beautiful. Pale skin, gold eyes, blond hair. He also looked to be rather young. I'd have to say early 20s at least.

He also stared at me intensely. He looked sad, shocked, and like he was on the verge of having an emotional breakdown or something.

"Hi I'm Renesmee, but most people call me Nessie. Are you my-"

"Yes I'm your doctor" he quickly said. "I'm Dr. Cullen, but you can call me Carlisle" he said as he extended his hand toward me and gave me a heartwarming smile.

I was surprised by how ice cold his hand was. It was freezing!

"So you are having issues with coughing and a painful throat right?" he asked me.

"Yeah, it' bad. I don't know why though" I explained.

"Well first I'm going to listen to your lungs and see if I can hear anything"

But right before he could do anything I had another really bad cough attack. I felt like I was going to cough up a lung. It was painful and horrible sounding, even to myself. When I looked at my hand I saw specks of blood again.

"Okay Nessie what I'm going to do is give you a breathing treatment right now and see if that helps. Then you will get x rays today. I don't like the fact that you're coughing up blood at all. How long has this been going on?"

"A few months. But it's only gotten this bad in the last month"

"A few months. And you're only coming in now?!"

"I was hoping it would just stop on it's own" I admitted.

Carlisle just shook his head in disapproval.

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