"Stop, stop!" I screamed, as the vampire from the Voultri launches himself at me. His eyes having the same look Aro had when Grandpa was killed. The happiness, the evil grin, and the readiness to battle.
Jacob slid to the side of the snowy path, and whipped around. I dug my fingers into his fur and wrapped my arms around his neck. Jacob snarled and sneered as he ripped the vampire's hand off. His body fell limp to the ground and his head fell to the ground.
I jump up in my bed, sweating and screaming. The beads of sweat roll onto my chin the fall off onto my white bed sheets leaving small, grey spots on it.
"Make it stop. . ." I whimper, as I pull my legs up to my chest and close my eyes.
I feel a cold hand slip around my torso and waist, and pull me into their side.
"Stop!" I scream. . . The stranger doesn't let go, I didn't mean for them to let go. I meant for the nightmare to stop. Which it never would. M.y life will always be haunted by the horrifying memories. . . They'll never fade from my memory. Everyone always say they understand what I mean; they never will see it the way I did. Feel the emotions I did. I can always show them! Mom told me. I open my eyes.
I look up and see my beautiful mother.
"What was it about. . .?" She asks.
I think about the dream as it still lingers in my thought. Soon, it would disappear from my mind. I put my hand on my mother's cheek, and show her the images of the dream. Suddenly, the memories fade, and they become nothing, but a fuzzy image.
She nods and presses me deeper into her hard, stone side. My mother constantly forgets that she is so hard, and cuddles with me as I struggle to breathe.
"Shhh. . ." She croo, "It'll okay. . ." She promises.
"When does it stop?" I ask, my mind showing me a picture of Irina. Her lovely face, and her screaming sisters. Felix and another person ripping her arms off. Her head snapping back, crying out in pain. Then Felix ripped off her head. . .
"When does what stop. . .?" She asks, a little wary.
I press my hand against her cheek, hoping she will understand.
I show her the eerie picture of Irina, and then I show her what I felt when Irina was getting ripped apart. How I was screaming in my head to help her, then when Kate and Tanya did exactly what I was dying to do.
"I don't know. . ." She murmurs.
"It won't. Will it?" I guess, almost knowing the answer. It won't stop. It will carve into my head, my memory. Mom already knew about my problems. When I took a visit to the Denali's home I asked about Irina. They showed the hundreds of pictures they had.
They asked me why I wanted to know about her. I spilled about my flashbacks and nightmares. I showed them what I saw, and they showed me what they saw.
Since I've updated my gift, I made everyone show me what they saw, and other stuff.
That's how I had the nightmare. I begged Aunt Alice to show me her perfectly sharp and clear vision she saw.
I finally got her to show me it, then I was having even more nightmares. I kept my nightmares and flashbacks a secret from my mind-reading father. But eventually, it was impossible. They would attack me from every angle and take down my mood so I was no more than a stick in the mud. When I could finally stop the charade. They really didn't do anything. I didn't want them to. . . It would put us in an awkward position. . .
"Probably. . ." She trailed off. I knew she didn't mean it would. She just couldn't choke out not.
"Where is she?!" Screeched an impatient voice.
I propped myself up with my elbows, so I can get a good view of my mother. The door was closed.
I look at her, asking if I can go see him.
She nods. I get up quickly and walk over to my dresser. I pull out some blue jeans and a plain white shirt, tie it all together with a fax fur best that I got from Eleazar from my birthday.
I walk out and Jacob already has his arms around me.
"I am sooo sorry. . ." He cries
"Don't. . ." I mutter. Not wanting to hear his pleads and apologizes
I hug him back and he lets me go.
"Renesmee," Murmurs Carmen, "What do you want to eat?"
"Pancakes!" I yell, jumping into a chair at the table.
"Kay," She says, already getting everything ready to make me pancakes.
Suddenly, the door opens, and doesn't close.