Renesmee's POV

I glared out the window of the beach house. The family had decided to go on a vacation. Which was for them a romantic getaway. To be honest all I really wanted right now were a nice pair of earplugs. Yeah, it was that bad. When I mom and dad came back after 'sight seeing' they decided to retire to the bedroom.

I immediately walked out of the large mansion like beach house at this point. I didn't even bother grabbing shoes, they would just fill with sand the second I walked out. I walked up and down the beach, not really looking at the sight but rather getting lost in my own thoughts. I was thinking about heading out on my own. I heard there was a smaller island near by.

It was uninhabited, and so small that when they were making the little resort on this island they hadn't even considered doing anything to the other one. The idea sounded more and more appealing. I made a small mental note to talk to Rose or Alice about that later.

I picked up a short stick swinging it back and forth, the setting sun giving hardly enough light to see, the cliffs that surrounded the beach shadowed whatever other patches of light that could have gotten in.

About an hour after leaving the house, I idly began to make my way back. By now it was pitch black, the only light that could be seen were from the stars and moon, and a small amount from the distant condos and beach resorts.

When I got home, everybody was in the large living room. Mom, who was leaning on the kitchen countertop looked up. "So where'd you run off to?" she asked.

"Know where." I muttered. She looked slightly hurt. Dad gave me the 'look'.

I was really to tired to deal with it. I made my way to my own room. It was smaller compared to the others. But still just as luxurious.

I changed into a tank top and a pair of sweats, not even bothering to wash my face or brush my teeth. I knew I would regret it in the morning, but to be honest, right now I couldn't be bothered with any of this. I had no idea why I was in such a foul mood.

It was dark… Everywhere I looked. I gulped trying to stand straight. But I kept falling… where was it? Where was what? I began to spin around, trying to find anything familiar. In the distance I could see a figure. "Hey!" I called out, but it must have seen me because it began to run.

I followed, but I was barely moving. It felt like somebody was holding my legs…. I struggled, just wanting to get away.

I began to struggle… but it didn't matter. I felt sick… I'm going to die… I realized with fear.

I'm going to die. I began to struggle more, but it didn't matter. Something covered my mouth.

A hand?

I fought more. It didn't matter. I felt the pain. I looked down and to my horror, I could see the knife. Covered with MY blood. I gulped. Gasping… I heard… Laughter?

I stopped fighting, slumping into who ever had prevented me from getting away.

I was fading…

Gone….

Dead….

"Renesmee!" I heard my name. I tried to gain control, but it was impossible.

"Renesmee! Wake up!" Another voice said.

I felt somebody grip my wrist. This sent me into a frenzy. I fought I squirmed, and I was vaguely aware of my petrified screams.

But it didn't feel like me. Those screams, they weren't me… Where they? They continued, until I felt it. The soreness of my throat. It was me?

I stopped horrified. But I couldn't stop shacking. No matter how hard I tried. I felt the tears running down my face. I slowly opened my eyes. The lights were on, and I had to squint at the light.

My whole family stood in the room, all of them looking concerned.

"Oh my god Renesmee." My mother said hoarsely. She made a B line for the door, as did Jasper. I slowly looked down to see the reason for this.

I must have squeezed my fist to tight. The nails had dug in and somehow penetrated the skin. At first that was all I could see. The blood held in my palm. But then I noticed it going further up. My arms, and to my absolute horror, my neck.

Not fatally deep. But definitely enough to draw a great amount of blood. I began to shack uncontrollably.

I could feel Grandpa Carlisle sitting me on my blood, Esme showed up a second later. She began to wipe the blood away. I stared straight ahead. Unable to believe how real that dream had felt.

I didn't sleep much after that. I grabbed my book The Vampire Diaries. Yes I realize the irony, but I loved the story.

I stayed in the living room, not wanting to be back in that room. I finished my book all to quickly though. I had expected to have it the whole trip, so I hadn't bothered to bring the next one.

I sighed tossing it on the couch. Ignoring the bandage wrapped around my wrist.

Esme and Rose sat on the couch on the other side of the room. Alice had just gone to 'bed'. But I hadn't seen my mother since the incident as I had temporarily dubbed it. At least until I could call it what it really was. Which I'm not to sure of.

I hadn't been able to go back to bed, and looking at the green clock on the stove, it read 3:56 am. I groaned, I didn't exactly want to go to sleep, but I was going to have to eventually. I made my way to the couch by Rose and Esme, in front of the TV. Laying down I closed my eyes. Eventually sleep began to settled down.

I felt the warmth of a blanket being laid on me. Sleep soon found me and I was relived at the lack of nightmares.

When I woke up the next morning, the house seemed empty, I slowly sat up, remembering the events of last night. I groaned sitting up, folding the blanket up. I was about to fold it up. When a figure caught my attention. The long brown hair the pale skin and the soft gold eyes.

She was staring at me. But not in the same warmth she usually had, something else entirely. A sort of coldness?

"Mom?" I asked, almost afraid of her response. Had I done something wrong?

Her eyes seemed more fixed on me then they had before.

After a few minutes I moved to put away the blanket. Her voice stopped me dead in my tracks. "Renesmee."

Her voice was so emotionless. So flat, as though she had rehearsed and said it a million times.

I slowly turned to meet her eye. "Yes?" She stared at me and for a second I thought she wouldn't say anything else.

Just when the tension seemed to be at its thickest, she cut it. "What were you thinking last night?" She sounded more harsh then ever.

Without even thinking about it, I answered with the first thing that came to me. "Was that before or after my little nightmare?"

I managed to even surprise myself. My voice came out so smooth. 'As though you rehearsed it a million times' I thought slightly bitterly.

Mothers mouth parted slightly and her eyes widened. "Renesmee!"

"Yes?" I had no control over my mouth. It was like the filter was broken, first sarcastic thought that popped up came out.

Mom stood up, stomping in a graceful vampire way.

"What has gotten into you?" She hissed. It felt like years of repression was building up.

"What's gotten into me? Do you really want to have this conversation Bella?" My voice was so different. Much more flat and emotionless than hers had been.

She looked as though she had just been slapped. Her eyes were practically popping out.

Seeing her face snapped me out of... Whatever that was. Had I just said all of that? My body relaxed, and that's when I noticed how stiff it was. She noticed this, and her eyes squinted, her eyebrows pushed in concentration.

"Mom… I-I I'm… sorry?" She continued to stare at me, before turning around and stomping off. I stood there unsure what to do. I heard her leave the house, and listening closer, I realized I was the only one here.

And I did the strangest thing. Something I knew would always haunt me… I laughed. So hard my ribs actually hurt.

I had actually just spoken my mind. And it was the greatest feeling I had ever had. Ever.