Chapter 17: Monster
Nessie's POV
My heart started racing. I could not shake off the nerves that came along with what I had done. I drank a man's blood. I didn't understand what came over me and possessed me to attack that poor man like that. I must be a sick, twisted, psychopath to do something like that. Maybe Liam was as well after all we were fighting each other like animal's to drink that man's blood. I just hoped and prayed to God that I didn't kill that poor innocent man.
I sped home that night. I was so stressed that I didn't even realize how fast as I was going. Thankfully there were no cops around so I made it home without being pulled over. I nearly busted down the door in my haste to get inside as soon as I got home.
"Nessie what's wrong-your eyes!" she gasped.
I stopped dead in my tracks and faced her. "What is wrong with my eyes?"
"They're red. Like blood red," she gasped. "Sweetheart are you okay? Do you need to go the emergency room?"
"I'm okay mom. I swear. I just need some rest," I tried the best that I could to sound reassuring even though I was on the verge of having a panic attack after the night's events.
"Sweetie-"
I ran up the stairs to my bedroom before she finished her sentence. I looked in the mirror and my heart actually stopped beating at what I saw. The chocolate brown color was still there but the entire area that was usually white was entirely blood red as my mom had described. They were scary looking. Indicative of the blood thirsty monster that seemed to lie within me.
A sudden wave of nausea overcame me. I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. I barely made in time. I stayed there barfing for at least a good minute. I had never seen so much red in my life. I could hardly even believe that it was coming from me. Just the very sight of it made me sick again. As soon as I was sure I would not throw up again I flushed the toilet and made sure there was not a single trace of blood left.
When I fell asleep that night I was plagued by nightmares of what I had done. I was the same vicious blood-thirsty monster. In some of the nightmares Liam and I had killed the man. Those were the most terrifying. I was not a murderer. I could never kill anyone. I didn't want to kill anyone or hurt anyone. I was not a monster. At least that is what I kept trying to convince myself. Not even Lucky could keep me calm. That dog of mine always had a therapeutic affect on me. But not today.
The nightmares were so draining that when I woke up I felt like I had not slept at all. I noticed something strange as soon as I woke up. Something strange enough to make me temporarily forget about the nightmares that I had. My vision was crystal clear. My vision was not bad before. I had the normal 20/20 vision in both eyes but this was different. It was still somewhat dark outside and I could clearly see an ant crawling on the wall on the other side of my room. I picked up a book and was surprised by how easily I could read the words without turning a light on.
"I am so afraid that she is going to figure out the truth soon," I heard my mother say as clearly as if she were sitting right next to me. She sounded scared.
"She won't," dad said. "I don't think that this video of hers is going to lead anywhere," dad said. "Her family would not even recognize her after so many years,"
I snorted. If only they knew that my family had found me. Not that my family would want anything to do with me if they ever found out about what happened last night. The memory prompted me to look in the mirror and my eyes were the same blood red color that they had bee n the night before. They were frightening. I hated even looking at them. I hated even thinking about how people were going to react when they saw them. I didn't know how I was going to explain it to people. Maybe I would just tell them I had a nasty eye infection in both eyes.
I sighed as I got out of bed.
I stopped at the top of the stairs when I heard mother speak again. "What if she finds out that we purchased her from a child selling ring,"
"She won't-"
"What?" I made my presence known. All the blood had drained from my parent's face. "What did I just hear?"
"Nessie you misunderstood-"
"Misunderstood what?! I heard you perfectly mom! I heard you say that you purchased me from a child selling ring!"
"Renesmee it is not what it sounds like-" dad tried to argue but then quickly realized that he could not.
"Honey. Baby please you have to understand we didn't have a choice-"
"What are you talking about mother?!" I screamed. I had completely lost it by this point.
"Please Nessie. Let us explain," dad begged.
I had never felt so angry in my life. All I could see was red. "Alright I am listening," I said. "What happened?!"
Mom took a deep breath before starting her story. "I had hoped that you would never find out. We never wanted you to know. Honey we really wanted to have a baby so badly but we could not. I could not. You see when I was 18 years old I was diagnosed with uterine cancer. I was able to beat the cancer but enough damage the damage had been done. The cancer and the treatments had left me infertile. When I married your father a few years later we really wanted to have a child of our own. We tried adoption but we didn't meet the requirements so we decided-"
"To purchase a child that had been stolen from her real family?! You didn't even care about the pain that another family would have to go through so long as you had a child in the end?!" I was raging mad. "That is so unbelievably beyond selfish!"
"What were we supposed to do-"
"You could have waited and tried adopting the legal way again! Not pay for a child who was ripped away from a family that loved her deeply! You know what I cannot stand to stare at you two imposters for another second I am out of here!"
I didn't even bother to change out of my pajamas. I just wanted to get the hell out of the house as fast as possible. Before I knew it I was in my car and speeding out of the neighborhood. Not even caring where I was going. I just knew that I wanted to put as much distance between me and those two as fast as I could. I barely paid any attention to anything as I sped down the roads in the pouring rain. I could not think straight after everything that I heard. I sped onto the freeway again with no destination in mind.
I slammed into the car in front of me and before I knew it my car had flipped over twice. All I could feel was pain and blood coming out from all the cuts my body had sustained from the shards of glass. As my vision started to fade the last thing I remembered was the sound of the ambulance sirens fast approaching.
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