Chapter 46: Here

Nessie's POV

Nobody moved a muscle. Not even the slightest. But now I was certain that at least my dad believed that I was still here. I could feel it in my bones. Okay not bones since I technically didn't have bones anymore but still. I just knew it.

"Nessie?" Dad said in disbelief.

"Edward what is going on?" Mom asked.

"Renesmee really is here. Lucy is gifted and through her mind I can see Nessie. She's here,"

More silence followed. At least I had convinced my dad but how was I going to convince the rest of my family? I could see that they did not really believe that I was here. My God this was frustrating!

"Edward is this some kind of sick joke?! Because it isn't funny!" Mom screamed.

"It's not a joke! Bella I swear it is not a joke-"

"Son this really isn't funny," Carlisle added.

"But I'm not joking. I am not crazy. Nessie really is here and she is trying to warn us that the Volturi is here,"

"Edward, honey," Esme began. "I know you're in pain over losing Nessie. We all are. But saying that she's here when she isn't here is just causing more pain,"

"But she really is-"

"Son I know that you want to believe that she is still here but she's not," my grandfather added. "Believing and saying that she is will only cause more pain,"

I could not believe what I was hearing. Oh my God! For godsakes the Volturi is here and they're debating whether or not I'm actually here! I never felt so frustrated and angry.

"But how else do you explain how Lucy knows about her? Why else would she say that Nessie is here?" dad countered.

"Maybe because she's overheard us talking about her. She's a kid and you know as well as anybody that human children have overactive imaginations,"

Anger and frustration infected every single part of my body. So much so that I lost all sense of my actions. All I could see was red. I was so angry and frustrated that my family didn't believe that I was here. I was trying to tell them something important and they refused to believe that I was here.

Without thinking about my actions or the consequences they would have I grabbed the nearest lamp and flung it across the room as hard as I could. It shattered into a million pieces the second that it hit the wall. My destructive course didn't end there either. I grabbed a vase and hurled it into the wall as hard as I could. I flipped the coffee table over causing the glass to shatter into a million pieces. I punched the TV so hard that it fell off the wall. The screen shattered. I grabbed the pillows off the couch and ripped them to shreds. Then I destroyed any remaining vases and lamps.

I was blinded by anger and more than anything frustration. I couldn't help myself. I went to the kitchen and opened the cabinets and started throwing dishes everywhere. I didn't even realize I finished breaking all the dishes until there was nothing but shattered glass everywhere.

Then I stormed up the stairs and went into the first room I saw. I opened all the drawers and ripped whatever clothes I found into a million little pieces. I destroyed everything in my path. My reign of destruction continued for I didn't even know how long.

Then finally my senses came back to me. Holy hell what had I done?! When I found my family they were just standing there. Their expressions a mixture of shock and horror. My brothers look scared hell. Carlisle and Esme looked terrifified. Mom was so scared that she hung onto my dad for support. Words couldn't describe the looks on Rose's and Alice's faces. Even uncle Emmett looked scared! At first I didn't understand how my family could have been so scared of what I had done until hit me. They hadn't actually seen me destroying everything. When I flung things like dishes and lamps across the room it would have looked like said objects were flying across the room on their own. The TV would have appeared to flip over on its own. The clothes would have appeared to rip themselves to shreds.

I suddenly burst out in laughter. I was literally rolling around on the floor from laughing so hard. I hadn't laughed this hard and in a very very very long time. Something about the situation just had me in stitches. Until I caught the look on my dad's face. He looked pissed at my antics. It was probably a good thing that I was already dead because my father would've killed me right then and there.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a notebook on the floor. Miraculously I hadn't destroyed it or the pen attached to it. I flipped it open and wrote a note that said: Grandpa, now do you believe that I'm here? I flung it over to him as hard as I could. He caught it and when he read the note his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"But how?"

"I don't know," dad admitted. "I saw her here earlier and I thought I was going crazy. Until I saw her through Lucy again,"

"But that's impossible," Esme said. "She's gone. Spirits and ghosts don't exist,"

"One can also argue that vampires aren't supposed to exist. Neither are werewolves. Yet we know the truth. Who is to say that spirits and ghosts of dead people don't exist? Nessie's antics here prove that there are things in this world we still and may never understand. Maybe this means that there is an afterlife for our kind should we ever die,"

They believe. They finally believe. Now I need to remind them that the Volturi are here. Then something clicked in my brain that hadn't clicked before. The Volturi can't fight something that they can't see. They can't see me and that is a huge advantage for us. Something about my father's words also stuck with me. Maybe there is an afterlife for our kind should we ever die. Then I remembered something that Sandra had said to me earlier. If you're good you will be called to heaven but you can remain if you choose to do so. If you're bad demons from hell will come and claim your soul immediately. So that left one question in my head. If it came to a fight and say Aro, Caius, Marcus, and members of the guard such as Jane died would I see demons from hell coming to claim their souls? Would I want to witness members of the Volturi being dragged down to hell?

A sudden knock at the door drew me out of my thoughts. My mom opened the door. Alec stood in the doorway.

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