This is my first attempt at an all human FanFiction. I hope that you all like it.

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Chapter 1: Going Home

Nessie's POV

I took a deep breath as soon as I felt the plane touch the floor. It was already kind of late when we landed. 6 PM to be exact. I could hear the rain pelting against the plane. What else had I expected? This was Seattle after all. I looked over at my two girls, both them had fallen asleep halfway through the flight.

"Come on girls it's time to wake up" I pressed on them gently so that I wouldn't startle them.

"No mommy" my 5 year old daughter Lisa said as she rubbed her eyes sleepil.

"We're here already?" My 9 year old daughter Belle asked. She still looked like she was half asleep.

"Yes now come on you two" I said.

I nearly had to push those two out of plane. I couldn't believe that I was really doing this. But I had to do this, I wanted to do this. But that didn't stop me from feeling terrified. 10 years ago I had ran away from home. My parents were angry with me. They wanted me to marry Davin Stevenson, but I didn't love him. I was in love with Jacob Black, a boy from the local Quileute reservation. But my parents didn't approve of him just because he wasn't from my social class. My mom and dad even went as far as to forbid me from seeing Jacob. That's when I ran away. Jacob and I ran away together. We couldn't stay apart; especially right now. I was already three months pregnant with our first baby. We ran away and I hadn't seen my parents since then. It hurt so much. I knew that my mom and dad loved me. I was my dad's little girl. He told me that no matter how old I got I would always be his precious baby girl. It hurt that they weren't there to see me get married. It hurt that they weren't there for the birth of my children. They didn't even know they had grandchildren. But I've been terrified to go back. I've been terrified to face them. They would hate me.

But now I finally found the strength to do something that I have been wanting to do for so many years. I needed to make amends with them. I wanted them to know that I still loved them. I wanted to know that they still loved me. I needed to do this before I ran out of time, before I left this world forever.

About six months ago I was diagnosed with Leukemia. Jacob had died in a car accident a year ago so I have taken this journey completely on my own. I was given three years to live. I wouldn't even live to see my 33rd birthday. I wanted to spend the remaining time I had with my parents. I wanted to tell them how sorry I was. I wanted them to know how much I loved them. I could only hope that they didn't hate me for what I did. I left in the middle of the night. Jacob and I escaped together that night exactly ten years ago. We left Forks and set out for New York City with the money we had saved up. I didn't even leave a note telling them where I was going. I didn't even say bye to them. I was just so angry at them for trying to force something on me that I didn't want. I didn't think anything through. I was sure they were going to hate me, but I had to try.

Lisa was still very tired and sleepy so I had to carry her through the airport to make it to our next flight. The one that would take us to Port Angeles. From Port Angeles it would only be a one hour drive to Forks. I was going to do it tonight. I was going to face my parents tonight.

The one hour drive was the longest drive that I had ever taken. That was only because of what lay ahead though.

I felt myself begin to panic when I drove past the 'Welcome To Forks' sign. The once familiar path that I took to my old house now seemed so foreign to me. A feeling of sadness overwhelmed me when I my old house looked into view. It was exactoh the way I remembered it.

I got off the car and slowly walked up the pathway that lead to the door. My girls eagerly walking behind me.

I knocked on the door. I heard footsteps coming from within the house. The door opened and there stood my father. He stared at me with his eyes. He pinched himself because he probably thought that he was dreaming.

I looked at my father. He looked like he had aged 20 years rather than 10. His hair, once completely bronze, now had strips of gray in it. He also had a lot more wrinkles than I remember.

"Nessie?" he said. "Is it really you?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"Yes daddy" I said. "It's me"

He threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. He was crying the whole time.

I hugged him and I cried to.

"Dad I'm so sorry" I said.

"It's okay" he said. "You're back and that's all I care about"

"Who are they?" he asked when he noticed my girls.

"They're your granddaughters. This is Belle, she is 9 years old. This little girl is Lisa and she is only 5"

"Grandchildren?" he said. He looked at Belle the longest. I could tell that he was doing the math in his head.

Then he hugged them to. He even picked up Lisa who looked dead on her feet.

"Lets get you three inside before you get sick out here" he said.

My dad hugged me again. He loved me. Even after all that I put him through he still loved me.

"Where is mom?" I asked.

Dad took a long time before answering. "She is at the hospital"

"Why?"

"Your mother has Lung cancer. We just found out a few days ago. They only gave her a few years. She's missed you so much to Nessie. One of the things she was worried about is that she would never see you again" he had started crying again.

I broke down crying myself. How was I going to tell them about my cancer now? My mom had it and so did I. All I did was cry.

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