Bella/Jacob: Run
Guilt weighs her down. It's heavy upon her back, another burden she carries. It slows her progress, gradually eating away at her mind. It gnaws on her will, chews her resilience and bites at her sanity until she can't think straight, can't breathe for the oppressive mass draped darkly about her shoulders. And then she's running, body and mind. Away from all she knows, back to all she's lost. She runs madly, guiltily, despite her dwindling stamina. She fuels herself with that guilt, that madness, and above all with the mad, guilty hope that he'll wait until she runs back.

Jacob/Bella: Madness
He's worried he's going insane. She's all he can think about, day and night. Every time he closes his eyes, her image appears behind his lids, flickering slightly but still clear. Her laugh sounds constantly in his ears; her words play in his head, looping endlessly. The way her eyes dance when she smiles, the tiny sharp gasp she inhales when she's surprised. The matching twinge of pain he feels when she cries. The need to comfort her, to make her happy, the overwhelming desire to see her flashing-eyed smile again. And then he's forced to wonder: Is love madness?

Renesmee: Unnatural
Whispers crowd her mind. Dark ones, doubtful ones. Soft and sibilant voices telling her that no, all is not well. Nothing will turn out right, not for her. Because what could possibly go right for a creature so wrong? What deity would think to bestow favor upon a twisted, filthy abomination like herself? What could ever make her worthy of a relatively happy existence? She doesn't deserve peace, the whispers remind her. That's reserved for others, for natural beings, for those who belong here. Not for nature-defying mutants like her. She hasn't earned love, so why should she expect it?

Renesmee: Ugly
She stares into the mirror, appalled by what she sees. The glass reflects a beautiful young woman: Unblemished translucent skin, wide sorrel eyes, full lips. A proud forehead, well-defined cheekbones, a small straight nose. Glossy auburn curls. And something else. A rare quality, something ancient, something striking. To her, something ugly. In her mind she is hideous, a mess of a creature who shouldn't exist, who deserves to be shunned and feared by society. She looks into the mirror, and all she sees is the strange, impossible mixture that runs through her veins, showing dark blue-purple against her slender wrist.

Bella: Expectations
She feels ready to slam her head against a wall. This isn't how it was supposed to happen. She has her happy ending, her blissful eternity, but this isn't what she wanted. What she planned, thought through with meticulous precision. She could have had the perfect amount of pain and sorrow, balanced by loving forgiveness. Now there's too much love and not enough pity, and the spotlight has moved. She saw it through hoping more sympathy would come, more attention. But not this. Not that she'd be replaced in so many aspects. Not that her world wouldn't need her anymore.

At this point, I can only plead with you not to hate me.

I'd basically run out of ideas for these, but last night I had a sudden burst of inspiration. My apologies to fans of Edward and Renesmee, but they're basically all Jacob/Bella or Nessie-hating, as you may have noticed. Anyway, the first one is just Bella feeling guilty and awful about what she did to Jake and running back to him in the beginning of BD, or whenever; the second one is Jacob worrying he's going crazy because he's in love with Bella. Numero tres centers around Renesmee hating herself, a favorite topic of mine, as does the fourth one. The final drabble in this set is Bella hating Renesmee, another one I love, as well as bitching selfishly about losing all the attention. So, yay.

Disclaimer: Think about it. Would I want to own Renesmee?