I barged through the front door of the Cullen's house.
Rosalie was standing with her back to me. She whirled around, suprise crossing her face, but then it carefully morped to a blank, emotionless expression.
Her eyes flashed to Renesmee, than to the stairs. Her uneasiness radiated through the air, and I could understand why she felt that way. Bella had just...-I couldn't think the word- and Renesmee was the cause. Of course I would never blame her. She didn't know what she had done. But Edward might not think the same way.
I nodded to her and walked out the way I had come. Rosalie darted in front of me so she could lead the way.
I ran after her, careful not to drop Nessie.
She ran deep into the forest and abruptly stopped in a spot far enough away from the house. I slowed to a stop next to her.
Rosalie made a gesture toward Renesmee, and I hesitated before giving her to the bloodsucker. Nessie put a hand to Rosalie's neck.
"That's what we're here to talk about, honey." Her face went to me as she said the words, mentally telling me what Renesmee wanted. Bella, of course.
I stepped toward Rosalie, putting a hand on Renesmee.
"Bel- er -Mommy," She stuttered, "went to sleep. A very, very deep sleep." Nessie put a hand to Rosalie's cheek, leaving a hand on me so I could see the question as well. A picture showed of me waking Renesmee up while she was sleeping.
Can't you just wake her up? she wanted to know.
"That's the thing, Nessie. She will never wake up." I said softly. Another image. One of a grave-stone.
She understood what had happened, without the sugar-coating. She understood that Bella had died giving birth to her.
Not the sort of cry I was used to. Not the cry of not getting what she wanted. She was crying for the loss of the mother she would never see again. The mother she had loved.
I finally let the tears that I had been holding back for so long overflow and stream down my face. I could feel the body-racking sobs of Rosalie underneath my arm.
We were all mourning over her death.
After a while I strightened up. It was getting darker.
"Rosalie, we should start heading back." I said through my stream of tears. My voice was suprisingly clear.
She nodded and darted towards the house with Renesmee in her arms. I ran after her. As we neared the house, Rosalie slowed so i could catch up.
We walked in together.
The atmosphere in the house was strange. Not sadness, but not happiness, either. Almost an ackward silence. And then, shouting.
"What do you mean she's not there? She is sitting right there!" I turn a corner and see Edward, frustration written across his face, pointing toward an empty couch.
"Edward, son, there is no one sitting on the couch, especially not Bella." Carlisle said softly.
Oh. So that's what this was about. Edward was hallucinating? About Bella?
Edward glared at the faces of his family. "What? So you all think I'm crazy or something?" He snarled. His family stared, not answering.
"I'm. Not. Crazy!" He shrieked every word. Someone had to break it to him.
I pushed past the family of leeches, reaching Edward. "Where is-er-Bella, sittting?" I asked. He pointed sharply to a seat on the couch, still glaring at Carlisle.
I pushed past him. "Here?" I pointed to the coushion that I had thought he had pointed to. He nodded.
And than, making sure he was looking at me, I sat right where Bella was suppose to be.