Finding What Was Lost
The grass, so green and healthy, was simply beautiful. I'd been here before, but I couldn't remember when. I looked around me and spotted two others. They sat in the middle of the small meadow, staring into each other's eyes. They were completely silent.
The beautiful boy and young girl were absolutely still. They seemed entranced by one another. Neither moved, neither made a sound. They laid there for what seemed like eternity, until finally the beautiful boy stood. The girl laid still, the only indication of her knowing the boy moved was the confusion in her eyes. "I have to leave," the boy said. The girl sat up quickly. "No, please stay," she begged.
The boy shook his head, "I can't."
The girl began to cry. "Please don't go. I need you," she whimpered.
The beautiful boy's eyes turned black and cold. "Don't you understand? I don't want you!" he said.
The girl's eyes glazed over. "Oh. Well that…. That changes things," she said.
"Goodbye. And I promise this to you: It will be as if I never existed. You'll forget about me in time," he told her, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
With that said, he leaned down and delicately placed a kiss upon her forehead, then he was gone, a gust of wind swirling behind him.
The girl began to cry, and eventually the sobs turned to screams. She screamed and screamed, each sound laced with pain, agony, and remorse. "Please, please. Come back. Stay with me! Please!" she screamed.
With every scream, the meadow around her died. The meadow turned to a dead yellowish brown as her screams finally died out.
I jolted awake from the familiar dream. I lay back against the pillow as I reached up to wipe away the sweat collected on my forehead. I caught my breath just in time to be surprised by the sound of my alarm clock. I hit the off button as I sighed. Another damn day…
I jumped up and began to get ready for school. I showered then dried my hair, letting it naturally fall into perfect bronze curls. I dug out my outfit for the day and put it on. I put on a little bit of a neutral eyeshadow and some mascara before checking myself in the full body mirror. Today was my first day of my junior year, and I wanted to look good. Junior year was a big year for my mother, and I intended to make it a big year for me.
I grabbed my school bag, as well as my phone and made my way downstairs. I poured myself a cup of coffee and turned around to greet my grandfather. "Hey, Gramps," I said as I kissed him on the cheek. "Hey, Ness. Sleep well?" he asked. "Yeah, you?" I replied. "You had the dream again, didn't you?" he accused. "What makes you think that?" I asked innocently. "I could hear you talking from the hallway. I wasn't joking when I said you talk in your sleep," he said. I sighed. I'd been caught. "Yeah, I had the dream, but really, it's not that bad," I told him. "Uh huh," he grunted, smiling slightly. I drank my coffee in silence, turning down Grandpa's offer of eggs. He knew that I rarely ate normal food, but when I did, there were only certain things that I could digest.
Grandpa Charlie didn't know all the details about what I was, he'd asked to be on a 'need-to-know' basis, but after my rapid growth he knew something was up. He knew what I partially was; he just didn't talk about it. I'm really only six years old, but I look to be around sixteen. Something bad happened when I was about a year old, and my mother left me in the care of my Grandpa, her father. We haven't heard from her since. Neither of us talk about; neither one of us really knows why she left. I know she had a good reason though. But we haven't heard from her in five years, and that only brought us to one conclusion: Charlie and I never talk about it, but we both know she's dead.
"Well, I need to head to the station. We've had some more of those bear sightings," he sighed. "Okay, be careful, Gramps," I told him. " 'Always am. I just wish those Rez boys would be more careful around the public. I'm running out of ways to cover for them," he said. Grandpa also knew about the Quileute Pack, seeing as Jake is my best friend and happened to phase in front of him – on purpose might I add.
"I'll tell Jake to tell the guys to keep a low profile for now. Is it really that bad?" I asked. "There's a lot of people asking a lot of questions," he replied. I nodded. "You sure you okay driving, Ness?" he asked. I recently got my license, and Grandpa has been worried ever since, considering he knows I'm only six. "Charlie, I'll be fine, really. On the inside, I'm sixteen. I can drive," I told him. "Just be careful. For me?" he pleaded. " 'Always am," I quoted him with a giggle. He rolled his eyes before grabbing his gun and holster from the coat rack and heading out to his car. I finished up my coffee and washed my dish, then grabbed my keys.
My little Nissan Altima was one of my best friends. She may not be as old as my mom's truck, but she was trusty. She was about five years old, and never gave me any trouble. Her paint job was in perfect condition; shiny black like it was brand new. I turned up the music, and felt the usual happiness surge through my body that always came with the music. I loved music, all kinds of music. Everything from Seether to Debussy to Katy Perry.
I unplugged my phone from the stereo as I got out of my car. I took in a deep breath as I looked around. I spotted a few acquaintances and some new kids. Many were obviously freshman. I looked on as a young girl, probably around fourteen, got out of a truck. My hearing picked up on a man's voice – probably her father – telling her to be careful and to have a good day and to not kiss anyone. I laughed a little, bitterly. She rolled her eyes and playfully told him to shut up before slamming the door and walking off. That girl was extremely lucky, whoever she was. I didn't have a father, and from what I know of him, I wouldn't want the biological one. He was a vampire who played my mother, lied to her, and left her pregnant. Edward Cullen.
Anger isn't a strong enough word when it comes to how I feel about him. My mom would have died giving birth if it hadn't of been for an enemy turned close friend. Victoria, who once hated my mom, found her and nearly killed her. Once she realized that my mother was pregnant, and the details of what happened, she changed her mind. Come to find out, in her human life she loved someone dearly. She gave her all to him, and was pregnant with his child. He left her, without a single dime or a place to live. She was attacked by an animal while wandering in the forest and the baby was killed. She nearly died too, but a man named James bit her.
Victoria knew of vampire hybrids and had heard many stories on how it all worked, so she helped my mom. Eventually, I killed my mom. I became too much for her body to handle, and her heart gave out. I ripped my way out of my mother's womb as Jacob – who then hated me – worked on reviving my mother. They got her heart beating – faintly, but it was good enough. Victoria then bit her.
Victoria still stopped by every once in a while. Due to my mother's nagging, she took on the vegetarian diet. She still slips up sometimes – okay, a lot – but she takes great care around Charlie. She was really good friends with my mom, but not even she knows what happened.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the warning bell ringing loudly. I put my phone in my bag and made my way to homeroom. All the way there, I had to listen to the obsessive chatting of everyone around me. "Nessie! I missed you so much!" yells a high voice, right behind me. I jump and turn around, face to face with my other best friend. "Anna! I missed you, too!" I said, hugging her. "How was your summer? Oh, and Angela says hi, and she told me to tell you to tell your sister she said hi," she told me.
Anna Webber was my best friend here, and the younger sister of Angela Webber, my mom's best human friend. To the good people of Forks, I was Bella's half sister. While we were scheming Charlie and I didn't plan things out very well. This of course caused scandal in the small town of Forks. The chief of police, unmarried and living alone, now has a random daughter that came out of nowhere. It brought him a lot of attention, but he did he ignored them. "The rumors are a small price to pay for you, Ness," he'd always say.
"So, did you hear about the new teachers? Apparently, they're not that much older than us, and absolutely gorgeous! And I heard that they even graduated from here a few years ago!" she told me. I nodded and ooh'd and aw'd where needed. "How many new teachers are there?" I asked. "That's the funny thing. There are three, and they're all related! Isn't that cool!" she exclaimed. I thought about this. Forks was a small town with a small budget. I was surprised that they hired four new teachers, all in the same year. We didn't have the same homeroom, so we said our goodbyes by my locker.
I made it through homeroom, first, and second period happily. Third period came, and I was overjoyed. It was my music class, and I was thrilled. Some people say I have a minor obsession with music, and I would have to agree. I had four electives and they all had to do with music. I was in a general music class, Varsity choir, Varsity dance team, and musical theater. Yeah, obsessed just doesn't cut it.
I walked into my general music class and put my books down at the table in the corner. I said hello to a few of my friends and was eventually roped into playing something. They all haggled me until I sat down at the piano. I stretched my fingers then began playing Yiruma's 'Kiss the Rain' then, when the teacher still hadn't made his appearance, I began playing an old favorite, Clair de Lune. As I played the ending notes, I heard clapping from my class mates. As the notes were fading out, I heard a somewhat familiar voice behind me. "That was very good. Are you a fan of Debussy?" asked the velvety voice. Without turning around, I replied, "Absolutely. Debussy is one of my favorite composers."
"He's one of my favorites, too. I should probably introduce myself to the class. I'm your new music teacher, Mr. Cullen," he said. I felt my jaw hit the floor as I whirled around. Behind me stood the beautiful boy from the meadow dream. He didn't look old enough to be a teacher; he looked seventeen, though I knew he was old enough to be the grandfather of some of my teachers. He looked to me and said, "And what's your name?" As I was about to speak, I noticed something. He was looking right into my eyes. He seemed confused and determined. He also looked like he recognized something. "Um, Renesmee… Renesmee Swan," I said. Then I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
I've said it once; I've said it a million times. I really don't need another story! I'm horrible, but can you really blame me? Writing is an addiction I just can't stop. Anyway, review? Pretty please? And a link to Nessie's outfit is on my profile. It's actually pretty cute...
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