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Chapter 1: Visit

Nessie's POV

"Are you sure you want to do this young one?" the witch asked. "This is a very big decision that you're making,"

"Yes," I said nervously. "My family is better off without me around. They're safer when I'm not with them," I cried when I thought of momma, daddy, my Jacob, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles. I would miss them and they would miss me but ever since I was born a few months ago I'd brought them nothing but trouble. These people called 'the Volturi' were coming after them because of me. I'd never met the Volturi before but from what I'd heard from my family I knew they were bad. I didn't want my family to die because of me so I'd made the split second decision to run away when my family left me all alone a few hours ago. My grandparents were gone. Aunt Alice and uncle Jasper had left for reasons I still didn't understand. Momma, daddy, aunt Rosalie, and uncle Emmett had to go hunting. Jacob couldn't come over right away. Even all the witnesses that my family had found, such as the Denali family, were away hunting. So momma and daddy decided to leave me alone for a little while. After they'd left I got the idea to run away. Leaving the family would keep them safe.

A witch had found me an hour later in the forest. She told me what she was and what she could do. She asked me if I needed help. That's when I got another idea. If she was as magical as she said than maybe she could help me. She could erase my memory and make me human. So I explained what I was and what I wantedm

"You want me to make you human and make you forget about your family?" she asked.

"Yes. If I'm human and I forget about my family it will make it easier for me to blend in with humans,"

"Okay kid if that's what you really want. I'll make you human and I'll make you forget. But your scent will remain the same. The magic can't alter the scent of a supernatural creature. Even if that creature is no longer supernatural. You're family will still remember. So shall you ever cross paths with your family again they will recognize you even though you won't recognize them. Is that understood?"

"Yes,"

I woke up to a fit of coughs. It was several agonizingly long minutes before my coughing finally stopped. I looked at the palm of my hand and saw blood. I shuddered. I really needed to go to the doctor and get that checked out. I had developed a really bad cough starting about six months ago. Two months ago is when I'd started to cough up blood.

I got out of bed slowly and carefully once the coughing stopped. My aunt and uncle were already gone by the time I'd woken up. Not surprising since they had to leave for a business trip early this morning. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from my drawer and headed to the front yard.

I didn't even bother to try to hide my smoking habit anymore since I'd just turned 18 and there was nothing anybody could do to stop me from anymore. I was seven years old the first time I smoked. My adoptive parents had just died and I'd gone to live with my aunt and uncle. I was having a hard time adjusting and was feeling depressed. My aunt and uncle decided to use a less conventional method to help me. They showed me a cigarette and explained to me how it helped them feel good whenever they were stressed or bothered about something. They also introduced alcohol to me. They'd said there was no better combination to relax then a cigarette and some alcohom.

So they helped me light my first cigarette and from then on I was completely addicted to them. That was also the day I tried beer for the first time. They only had one rule. That I was not allowed to tell anybody that I smoked or drank alcohol. They made me promise I'd never tell anybody and for eleven years I've kept that promise. We did a great job covering our tracks to. For years I was only allowed to smoke in the basement so the smell would only stay in that part of the house. That's where I drank as well. Well I did drink at parties all the time but all of my friends were under the impression that I'd never had alcohol before I turned 15. I smoked an average of five packs a day now. I have suffered no ill effects from the cigarettes or the alcohol either. Neither have my aunt or uncle. We were all as healthy as horses.

Another sudden round of intense coughing hit me. Followed by more blood. The coughing continued for about five minutes straight before it finally stopped. My chest felt heavy and breathing was difficult. I decided that after I ate breakfast I should just go to urgent care and get looked. I'd been putting off visiting a doctor hoping it would get better and it's not.

After I finished eating my eggs I brushed my teeth and used Listerine to erase the smell of smoke as much as possible. That was an old habit of mine that would never die. Afterward I drove down to the hospital urgent care area. It was Saturday and it seemed as though a lot of people had the same idea to come here as me. It was going to be a long wait.

I dropped down into a seat with a heavy sigh. I tried to tune out all the people around me. The sick people. The injured people. The crying kids. I was thinking about what I would do as soon as I got out of here. Then an idea came to me. I got out my phone and decided to call Kate. My call went to voicemail. I hung up and didn't leave a message. Kate, Tanya, Garrett, Carmen, and Eleazar were more then friends, they were like family to me. When they'd first moved here four years ago they had taken a sudden and intense interest in me when we first crossed paths. I thought it was weird at first but I found myself coming over to their house more and more often just to hang out with them. It was impossible not to like when they treated me almost like a sister. I usually visited them like four or five times a week. Except for the last two weeks. When I called asking if I could come over they'd make up some excuse as to why I couldn't come and they'd get rid of me quickly. That was when they bothered to answer the phone at all. They were avoiding me like the plague and I didn't understand why.

My name was called and I stood up quickly and followed the nurse who'd called. Once she finished asking me some more questions I had to wait in another room for the doctor. I just hoped that it wouldn't be too much longer. I just wanted to this to be over with so I could get some medication and hopefully the cough will go away.

I was playing a game on my phone when I heard the door open. I was stunned when I came face to face with new doctor. He reminded me of the Denali family with his inhuman beauty, pale skin, and golden eye color. He looked even more shocked to see me. No, shocked probably wasn't the best word. He was stunned. Frozen on the spot.

"Renesmee? Is that you? Is it really you?" He sounded shocked. Emotional even. I was very confused.

"Yes. Um who are you and how do you know my name?"

He didn't say anything for a minute. He looked at me like he was trying to asess me or figure me out. Meanwhile I was trying to figure him out. I could see flickers of emotion behind his eyes. Shock and sadness were the most dominant.

He seemed to finally gather himself and he said. "I read your name on your chart. That's how I knew your name. I'm Dr. Cullen by the way. So you're in here because you have a cough?"

"Yes that is correct,"

"Okay. I'm going to check your breathing and see if I can hear what's going on. How long has this cough been going on?"

"A few days," I lied.

I jumped a little when I felt the cold stethoscope on my back. "Do me a favor and take a deep breath when I tell you to and then relax when I tell you to,"

"Okay,"

I was surprised by how difficult it was to do exactly what he wanted. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get air all the way into my lungs. It felt as if there was something blocking my lungs and preventing a lot of air from getting in. Dr. Cullen frowned as he pulled the stethoscope away. "You said you've only had this cough for a few days?"

I was about to answer when another really bad cough attack hit me. It went on for what felt like an extremely long time. It sounded horrible even to my own ears. I glanced once at my hand and saw the blood again. Before I could hide it he'd caught my hand and saw the blood. He looked extremely worried.

"Renesmee I want you to me the truth. How long have you had this cough?"

I looked down. I couldn't even look him in the eye as I told him the truth. "It started six months ago. I started coughing up blood two months ago,"

"Do you mean to tell tell me that you've had this cough for six months and you've been coughing up blood for the last two of those months and you're barely coming to see a doctor now?!"

Oh hell. He was angry.

"Renesmee can you please explain why you waited so long to get medical attention? Do not lie either as I do not appreciate being lied to,"

I gulped nervously. "I was just hoping it would get better on it's own,"

"Incredible," he seethed.

"So what now then?"

"First I want you to get a breathing treatment. I can hear how hard you're struggling to simply breathe. Then afterwards you will have x-rays done on your lungs so i can see what's going on. I will walk you where you need to go,"

"Um Dr. Cullen can I ask you something?" I asked as we walked down the hallway.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Do you know the Denali family?"

My question made him stop in his tracks. He turned to face for the first time since leaving his office. "What did you say?"

"Do you know the Denali family? Tanya, Kate, Garrett, Carmen, and Eleazar Denali. I'm sorry it's just that you kind of look like them so I thought you might be related to them,"

"Yes I do know them. My family and I have been staying with them the past two weeks. How do you know them?"

"We met when they first moved here four years ago. I guess you can say were kind of like family," even though they have been avoiding me like the plague and making up stupid excuses as to why I couldn't visit them these past few weeks.

"Well I find it rather odd that they never once mentioned you to us in all the times we've communicated with them these past four years," Dr. Cullen looked angry again. Though I didn't understand why this time. I mean why did it matter that the Denalis never mentioned me to them?

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