Renesmee shifts in my arms and sighs, dreaming peacefully.
I watch her while she sleeps, smiling a little.
Her dreams flow from her mind to mine.
She dreams of Jacob and I taking each of her hands and leading her down a long hallway. Bright colours swirl on the white walls and she watches, captured in their beauty.
Halfway down the hallway she notices the colours getting darker and the swirls slowing to a stop.
She looks up and notices a doorway leading into a dark room at the end of the hallway.
Her shoes echo on the linoleum floor as she slowly walks toward it.
Jacob and I let go of her hands and, with our backs turned on her, walk back to where we had come.
She looks back, panicking, but instead, takes a deep breath and continues.
As she nears the doorway, a light flicks on.
Renesmee picks up the pace, entering the room without hesitation.
A small fluorescent light-bulb hangs from the ceiling by a string swinging slowly back and forth. A desk with a small chair is jammed in a corner.
And on a long metal table lay a thin figure under a white hospital blanket. The figure is curled up in the fetal position, shivering, its breathing labored.
Renesmee slowly approaches the person with concern, wanting to comfort it in some way.
She gently pulls the blanket away from the persons face.
And there, shivering, naked, filthy and drenched in sweat, was Bella.
I let out a strangled cry, gripping Renesmee closer to me as she slept on.
My Bella lay there staring helplessly at Renesmee, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
Renesmee put a hand on Bella's dirt covered cheek, pushing the hair back from her face.
"Mommy?" she asks, staring at her in concern.
Bella closes her eyes slowly, and when she opens them, her face is a mask of pure hatred. Hatred that I know would never cross her face once in real life.
"You did this to me." she whispers, her voice sharp.
"I know, Mommy! I'm sor-"
"You did this to me!" Bella shrieks. I flinch and Renesmee takes a step back as Bella sits up, fully clothed.
"I'm sorry!" she sobs. "I'm so sorry, Mommy!" Tears blur Renesmee's vision.
As she takes another step back, her back collides with something.
She glances over her shoulder and Jacob and I are standing behind her, glaring sharply, the same look of hatred on our faces.
"I-I didn't know!" she stutters. "I didn't want to hurt you, Mommy! I'm sorry!"
We stalk toward her slowly, grins on all of our faces.
She bumps into the corner of the wall, realizing there is no other way out.
She screams.
I snap out of Renesmee's mind, and find her thrashing wildly in my arms.
I shake her roughly, wanting her out of that nightmare.
"Renesmee!" I say, panic setting in.
Her eyelids snap open.
She flails around wildly again, trying to get out of my arms.
"It's okay, it was only a dream." I say softly, pulling her to my shoulder.
She stops fighting and sobs, her tears soaking into my shirt.
The office door slams open.
Jacob is standing in the door-frame trembling wildly.
"What did you do to her?" he growls, voice low.
"She had a nightmare." I say softly, glaring at him.
He immediately relaxes, concern riding his features instead. "Oh." he blinks. "Anything I can do?"
"Can you go get her some food?"
He nods, pats Renesmee on the head, and leaves swiftly.
I picture her dream once again and sigh.
"I'm sorry, Renesmee."