18 Years After
Prologue:
Bpov
Dear Diary,
It's been three months since Edward left and I've come to the realization of some thing so epic and massive that I'm genuinely more scared of it than the thought of being killed by vampires. The fact is I'm pregnant.
The mere mention of the word gives me chills. And though it should not be possible I can no longer deny the facts. I'm late, emotional, tender and nauseous. So next week, I've set up and appointment at the doctor. Although I don't really need the confirmation.
Then comes the next step; telling Charlie and Renee. I know that they will call me irresponsible and silly. But what am I to do? I wish I were older and the circumstances were different. However though I can't explain it properly, I'm happy. I feel as if a now, even if I never see him again, I am forever connected to Edward. As if he'll always be a part of me.
Dear diary,
As the months pass, my due date quickly arrives. If someone asked me a few months ago, if I'm glad the date is approaching, I'd have said yes. But my parents have decided that I am not fit to be a mother and are going to take my baby from me. They say "If you were more responsible, this wouldn't happen." But I know that they just don't want to be burdened with a daughter that's a teen mom. I honestly think they're going to keep it.
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She has her father hair and my eyes. Surprisingly, She has even more colour than I do. And she's warmer than I am. Although she is half vampire, the only thing she picked up really is the ability to block pain. I wonder if she will develop powers when she gets older.
I'm holding her as I write. I've refused to put her down because Renee is taking her tomorrow and I intend to spend every minute of my time with her in my arms. So I was right, Renee is keeping her as her own.
Dear diary,
They took her today. Renee came into my room today and with so much spite in her eyes, she picked up my baby. Looking at me she said "I do love you Isabella, so much that I'll let you name her." Can you imagine me, naming my baby. I named her Renesmee' Carlie. My mom put down Dwyer as her last name. More conformation that they were keeping her.
I watched as they walked out of the room before I began screaming. " Mom! No! Please don't take my baby! I promise, I'll leave. You'll never have to hear from me again, just please don't take my baby!" I made a mad dart from the bed but Charlie held onto me. Lashing out, I struck his face, digging crescent shaped cuts with my nails. I can still see the skin from his face in my nails. I began to chase after them but Charlie caught me and gripped me tightly to his chest. I was thrashing wildly about as he held onto me. Finally I kicked him hard enough that he let go of me and stumbled backward. Imagine me as I ran after Phil and my mom while my hospital gown flaps open in the wind.
The closer I got to them the more I heard Renesmee's cries. Finally I caught up to them and took my baby from her arms, bouncing her as I walked away. Her cries stopped immediately. Sitting in the waiting room with my baby in my arms I decided to find something to eat. On my way to the cafeteria, Renee snuck up behind me and drove a shard of glass into my gut. Taking my baby from me, she fled as I collapsed onto the cold floor.
When I awoke they were gone.