Renesmee rubbed her temple as she sat up in her bed and a small groan emerged from her belly. "Aubree," She mumbled through her exhaustion as she looked down at the warm lump that lay beside her. "Wake up, I'm hungry."
"You're a grown woman," Aubree muttered as she burrowed further into the blankets. "Go feed yourself."
Renesmee climbed over her friend, hitting the girl with a pillow as she did. "Fine, but you need to go into your own bed." Her hair fell from its tired ponytail and down her shoulders. "In your own bedroom." She teased as she hovered over her friend, tugging the blankets lightly as she tried coaxing the girl awake.
"Ness, this is why I hate hangovers with you. It's unfair that YOU don't suffer from them. You could literally party all night and not suffer the consequences." Aubree moaned from below.
Renesmee moved towards the large windows that took up the wall of her bedroom and pushed the curtains to the side. The sunlight warmed her skin and she welcomed the glowing rays with open arms. "Well, I'm a special breed. No hangovers for this chick." She looked back at her friend who seemed to be suffering.
Renesmee closed the curtains and sighed. Remember, Ness. That's exactly what you are. . . A special breed. No hangovers like the rest of civilization.
She tip-toed out of her bedroom and made her way to the kitchen she shared with Aubree. The room was dimly lit by the light over the stove and she left it that way as she searched for a feeling of belonging in her almost normal world. What more could she ask for? She was a college student at Whitman, had a beautiful apartment, and a part-time journalism job that any 22 year old would kill for. What more could she ask for?
The question lingered in her mind as she mindlessly made herself a pot of coffee and she had begun to play with it.
Hangovers. I want hangovers.
And a place I actually have to work for. .
A boyfriend who wasn't terrified of her well read childhood.
And friends who aren't background searched before I even meet them.
She scoffed at that last one. Her parents had scoured the entire Washington State area for Aubree, ensuring she was the safest choice for their child. Aubree had grown up in a quiet, suburban family with no trouble in her life whatsoever. But that only created two demons once they finally gotten together. Renesmee loved Aubree and held her close. She even felt as if she needed to protect her. They were sisters in a sense.
But what more could she want? She yearned for the answer as her lips touched the now warm rim of the coffee cup. What did she yearn for in her already perfect world?
You Yearn For Someone Like You. Don't You?
The thought shook Renesmee from her daze and she stood to look around the dark kitchen. "Hello?" Her voice was shrill in her own ears as she fought off the fog that was beginning to clear from her mind. "Hello?" She raced towards the light switch, praying for an answer.
But as the bright light filled the kitchen all Renesmee could see was that she was alone.
Alone.