Renesmee's POV
I pulled a superdry hoodie over my head and rushed out the house, how could I be so stupid? I used my vampire powers to run faster towards my parent's house, why why why had I left my mum alone? god, I was so stupid sometimes. I managed to tie my hair into a ponytail while I was running, and I reached the door shortly afterwards and flung it open.
"where is she?" I demanded
"upstairs, with your father" Alice said, the concern in her voice obvious
I ran up the steps, skipping a few, I was that desperate to get up there. I banged on the bedroom door and forced it open, using all my strength. I ran to my mothers bedside and checked her forehead, then grabbed her hand forcefully, hoping she would wake up.
"what happened?" I asked through gritted teeth to my father
"she must have fainted, after you left, I found her passed out on the bathroom floor when I got back from your grandmother's, I rang them straight away, Carlisle's coming over soon, he's with a patient now, don't blame yourself 'ness" he replied, taking me in his arms and placing his head on mine
I breathed in his musky smell, I could remember when I was child, well, physically a child I suppose, when he'd take me in his arms and whirl me around and when I'd cry over a scraped knee or a bruised shoulder he'd pick me up and kiss it better and then hug me until I stopped crying, he was the best father you could wish for, ofcourse we had our arguments, like over Jacob, but we always made up. I pulled away from my father and took my mother's frail hand again as Carlisle knocked on the door
"everything ok guys?" he asked us, looking at each of us
we didn't talk while Carlisle checked my mother over, and tried to figure out what was wrong with her, he told us that it was the down to the 'callisto' beast monster thing, whatever you want to call it, and that it's poison was taking over my mother bloodstream, which had, unfortunately put her in a coma. when both my father and Carlisle had left to talk, I brushed my mothers hair and sat by her, hoping that she'd wake up, somehow, some miracle, was out there to help her, and I didn't care whether I had to go to the Callisto itself to find this cure. why did my mother have to be the victim in all this? she'd done nothing, she was my mother, the closest person to me, the person who'd risked her life to have me, who took her life to have me, and now I was giving her this, trouble, again, from my birth I'd been trouble, the Volturi had proved this. I leaned against the bedroom wall and slid down, my head in my hands, I hated this, why wasn't I the victim? why did they have to target my mother? I sobbed for a few minutes then rised from the floor and ran outside, pulling my hood up to protect me from the rain. I ran towards mine and Jacob's cabin and opened the door, seeing Jacob asleep on the couch. I took in a few deep breaths and shook him, waking him from his sleep. He saw I had been crying and held me close trying to comfort me. but even Jacob couldn't help with my decision...