Hey guys, my second story is here. I just got a burst of inspiration. So please read and review, telling me if this is a hit or a miss.

NPOV

Today is supposed to be happy isn't it? I am supposed to enjoy getting ready to start the rest of my life with the man I love. I am supposed to know that this is the right decision for the both of us. To love this mans personality and his flaws.

I am supposed to know what he looks like.

But the truth of the matter is that all I know about the man I am going to marry is that his name is Jacob Black and when we were younger, I used to throw him into the mud and stand on his head.

If that isn't true love then I do not know what is. Seriously, I have no idea of the feeling of being in love with someone. I've never dated anyone. I've only been kissed once.

How can I be getting married?

I don't want to be married. I want to go to University and have a life but my father insists that this is what is best for me. He and my mother had an arranged marriage and I had never seen a happier couple. My grandfather and grandmother were happily married and they come from an arranged marriage.

Theirs worked but what if mine doesn't? What if I don't love him? What if he doesn't love me? I know I don't love him now.

I stared at my reflection. I didn't look like a typical blushing bride. My aunt kept coming out of nowhere and wiping the mascara that is running down my face.

"Didn't you have any waterproof mascara?" Aunt Rose asked from the chaise long.

She had a large glass of wine and a cigarette in her hand. Her marriage wasn't working and it was well known that she was having an affair with a man called Emmett McCarty. My dads best friend and her high school sweetheart. Her blonde hair was scraped up into a bun on top of her head and she looked more elegant than I did in her rose pink dress.

I didn't chose anything to do with this wedding. My favourite colour was red, not pink. I hate pink. The flowers were roses, I love lilies. Everything was planned by my family and his and apparently mine didn't know what I would like. The only thing I got to chose was my wedding dress. I simple floor length strapless dress with lace detailing over my shoulders and down to the crook of my elbow. I was inspired by Kate Middleton and Grace Kelley, at the time I wanted to feel like a princess, but now I don't.

"Oh shut up Rose." My uncle Royce said from the opposite side of the room as he stared at me.

My uncle Royce was not my favourite person. He freaked me out, he stared at my like I was something he could eat. Now he is looking at me with strange eyes. It unnerved me completely and it made me want to throw up for the third time and cry even more.

"You're such a bastard Royce." Rose replied and I felt as though another massive fight would happen again. But they stayed quiet, it was probably because of the threats my little Aunt Alice would have put into effect. She planned this wedding, it is her masterpiece and nothing was going to ruin my day for her.

I took a deep breath as my aunt fixed my veil to my hair and my parents came into the room. I looked to the clock and saw that I only had five minutes before I had to go downstairs to the ballroom where all my friends and family were waiting for me to get married.

"You look beautiful Renesmee." My mother said as she came up to me and brushed the tears away from my face.

I looked at her, soft beautiful brown eyes gazed back at me sadly. She looked sad. She looked behind her to my father and he shook his head. They often spoke without words; it showed their level of love and devotion toward each other.

"Please Edward, she doesn't want to get married." She begged, wrapping her arms around me and cradling my head.

"She has to get married today." My father said firmly before I heard him leave the room and slam the door. I winced at the loud sound.

I knew he wouldn't agree. I had been begging for months and months, ever since I first found out. I wasn't like my parents, I wasn't okay with an arranged marriage. I wanted to find love, maybe fall in love in college, have my heart broken at get married in my late thirties, not just after I leave High school.

I don't even know how old my future husband is. He could be the same age as me or older. Or even younger if he had the parental permission needed by the state of Washington. My dad is five years older than my mum, and she got married straight out of high school.

"How about we leave you to yourself for a while sweetie?" my mother suggested, kissing me on my forehead and guiding everyone but me out of the room.

I just kept staring at myself in the mirror as she left. My skinny chicken arms fell to my sides after I dabbed the last of my tears away from my eyes. There was no use in crying, I would have to marry this Jacob Black and stay with him forever.

I pushed the stray hairs behind my ears and pulled the veil over my face, straightening it up. The lace detailing on the edge of the veil matched the lace detailing on my dress, small intricate flowers and garlands. I went to the dressing table and pushed the sapphire ring on to my right forefinger, my something old and blue, apparently many successful marriages were had due to the wearing of this ring. I know Rose didn't wear it but my mother did and Alice did.

I looked at myself once more, noticing how sad my eyes were. My skin was pale and sickly from the tears and my eyes were bloodshot. I had lost a great deal of weight during the last few weeks from the stress and Alice had to quickly take my dress in but it looked irregular to me. My collar bone was jutting out, my shoulders were just skin stretched over bone. I looked as if I had not eaten for weeks and it felt that way.

My head hurt and my stomach twisted with hunger yet I knew I could not eat something for fear that I will throw it up in the middle of the ceremony. I went to the sink in the hotel bathroom and poured myself a glass of water, I then routed in Rose's handbag and found her little pouch of pills. I found Asprin buried in her many prescription pills. I threw two pills into my mouth and chased the water after it.

I knew it wouldn't take effect for a few hours but it was something, knowing that I had taken the Asprin took the edge off of the dull pain in my head.

I took one look at the clock and knew I only had a few more seconds to myself. I straighten my veil again, smoothed down my dress and grabbed my pink rose bouquet, tied together with a white ribbon.

If I were not so sad and distressed I would have admired the beauty of this wedding which my aunt planned so carefully. Even though this was not the wedding I would have wanted without the colours and flowers and husband I wanted, I admired her touch, her eye for elegance and beauty and how she can make a day I have dreaded for so long that little less horrific by scattering her magical pixie dust over it.

I went to open the door and as I touched the handle I noticed my hands were shaking violently. It was a miracle I was even standing because my legs were shaking so much. I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves and it worked only partially.

But I carried on. Keep Calm and Carry On, isn't that the phrase?

My father was waiting outside the door and he took my hand as soon as he saw me, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. Even though he was making me do this, he knew how hard it was for me to marry this stranger and he was trying to comfort me. No matter why he was doing this and why he was forcing me to do this, he was still my dad and he stilled cared about me. He was hopefully doing this with my best intentions at heart with all the best thoughts for me. And my husband. And hoping that my marriage will be as happy as his and my mothers.

"Come on kiddo." He said, guiding me gently toward the elevator which would take me down to the ballroom and too my marriage. My forced, arranged and unwanted marriage.

JPOV

I took a deep breath as I heard the idle chit chat from behind me. Wedding guests and a sting quartet created a dull and constant noise in my ear which I would rather I wasn't hearing. I wished I wasn't here, getting married to some little brat who arranged the girliest, pinkest wedding ever.

Leah would have never have chosen pink. Her favourite colour was blue and if I was marrying her today, there would be blue orchids everywhere instead of pink and white roses.

I could see the parts, to which my sisters planned, our local vicar who was more than happy to travel all the way to Seattle to ordain my wedding to the girl who has the stupidest name ever. I call her Nessie in my head because that it the only part of her name that I can remember.

My mind kept drifting to Leah, my beautiful magnificent girlfriend. She was smart, witty and adorable and I loved her so much and it broke my heart that I had to be here today, with strangers and my family, marrying some little girl instead of marrying the girl I love.

I've known for a long time that I had to marry this Nessie and that she would be my wife but somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped that she wouldn't go through with the marriage or that my father would let me drop out of this marriage that has been planned since this little kid was born and I was four.

I remember having to put up with her forcing me into the mud because my father used to say I could get ice cream if I let her push me around. I had not seen her since she was four and to be honest I just remember how heavy she was and how chubby her legs were. And the mass of strange copper coloured curls that were in pigtails on her head.

"Get ready man, the first of the bridesmaids is at the door and may I say, she will be my first hit of the night." My best man Embry said, nudging me suggestively as he faced the other way and toward the door.

All Embry wanted from this wedding was food and girls. All he saw this wedding as was an excuse to eat and shag girls, not a happy wedded union between two people.

Would she expect me to have sex with her tonight? Because unless she is Leah, then I am not touching her. Then we can get the marriage annulled and I can be with Leah. That is all I want, to be with Leah and be happy with her.

The music started and took another really deep breath, staring straight ahead at the edge of the flower arch where me and Nessie were getting married.

I heard awws and the snaps and clicks of cameras over the music. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that a group of bridesmaids in powder pink dresses and makeup. They all looked too old to be the same age as Nessie. Doesn't she have friends?

Embry started to elbow me harder in my side and I looked over to him and harshly whispered: "What?"

"Your bride is at the door. You wanna look at her?" he asked.

I shook my head and looked back to the flower arch. I didn't want to look at her. I would save that pleasure to when she got up here.

"All rise for the bride." The vicar said, raising his arms and his bible up in a motion for everyone to rise. I heard the shuffle of over three hundred people standing up and turning toward the door.

"I can see her face that well, it's covered by the veil but she's skinny, like model skinny." Embry told me.

Skinny girls never did anything for me, especially really skinny girls, Girls with curves and a little meat on their bones were always nicer, something to actually kiss instead of a twig with skin stretched over it.

Leah was curvy, god I loved to worship her curves when we were together.

I looked to the vicar and he beckoned me forward. I stood straight, facing the row of six bridesmaids. It was a robotic movement and I wished that I didn't have to do this.

I looked to the girl I was about to get married to but she was facing the floor and she wouldn't look up.

"Who here presents this woman to this man?" the vicar asked, taking my hand and Nessies hand in his. Her father says he does and the vicar joins our hands together.

My dad told me to take the veil away from her face when she got to the altar so I let go of her tiny little hand and removed the lace veil from her face.

As I took it up from her face I saw the saddest eyes I had ever witnessed in my life. Soft chocolate brown eyes surrounded by a red haze and tears. It broke my heart in half, this girl didn't want to be here, these were not tears of happiness but tears of sadness.

Her petite figure looked as if it had been drained of all energy and her skin looked as if all the colour had been taken by hours and hours of crying.

Her cheekbones protruded and her complexion was sickly and pale. But I could still she that she was beautiful, incredibly and unearthly beautiful and she looked so sick.

This wedding was making her ill and we couldn't do anything to stop it.

We had to get married.

We had to sign our lives away to each other.

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