I apologize in advance for any confusion this chapter might cause. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this. I'm kinda just writing without a plan now. I only planned till last chapter. XDD *smart.*

Renesmee's POV

I fell backward, with no time to asses the situation.

I didn't even realize I fell until the freezing water surrounded me; it felt as if I was trapped in ice. It wouldn't be the first time.

Panic overwhelmed me, but I couldn't find the strength to move… or I just didn't want to. Maybe this was my wakeup call- or rather, the opposite. I'd been waiting to just give up for so long; this just seemed like an open invitation. But I soon figured that maybe, just maybe, my dad (or possibly, if I was lucky, somebody else) would probably be upset if I died. Just another disappointment, I guess.

So I began to swim, or try to, at least, until I realized that I wasn't really moving. I didn't think to complain in the least, though, except for the inconvenient lack of air. I just kept feeling a constant pressure pushing me down- and it didn't feel like it was going to let up. Wonderful. I'm not quite sure if I meant that literally or sarcastically.

I felt a sharp pain erupt on my left side, knocking whatever breath I had right out of me. And just as I was about to process that, the same feeling hit the back of my head. I opened my eyes for only a few seconds longer to see a blurry figure approaching. I didn't have the strength to move away. In fact, I didn't have the strength to do anything at all at that moment. I began to feel even more light headed.

Then everything went black.

Jacob's POV

The feeling of the freezing cold water on my skin felt like déjà vu. And not necessarily in a good way.

I held my breath and plunged into the freezing waters, opening my eyes the instant I entered them. I remembered how only so many years ago, I'd done the exact same thing- only that was saving someone from idiocy, not from betrayal. Of course, I don't mean betrayal on Nessie's part, I meant on his. He doesn't even deserve a name anymore.

My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the water, and I could finally identify the shape I was looking for.

Renesmee.

Yeah, it was her. Unmoving. Eyes closed, or as far as I could see. The only movement was her seemingly limp body moving downward. I tried to swim as fast as I could toward her, barely getting there. Then slowly, in slow motion as the water made it, caught hold of her and began to drag her upward, toward the surface.

I took the biggest breath I had in most of my life, enough for the two of us, seeming as she didn't. In fact, she made no response at all as I began to swim to the shore. The only reason I didn't flip out is because she was shivering, which meant she was still alive. Which meant I still had time to save her.

I finally got her out of the water, and carried her to the shore. I looked around briefly, half hoping (and half not) that nobody would be around. Gaining attention wouldn't be the best idea right now. I'd kill Embry myself- I didn't need an army. Or any spectators.

I softly lay her down, watching as she shook. But she still didn't breathe. I swallowed nervously, and took the initiative to make her breathe. I took a breath, pressed my mouth onto her cold, pale blue lips, and breathed out again. Nothing happened. I tried again. Then again, then again. Still, no response. My shoulders sank in impotence as my attempts to get her breathing again failed. She was out cold. But giving up wouldn't help her now. If I couldn't help her myself, I needed to bring her to the help that was available.

I bent down and gently lifted her head, but as soon as I did, I felt something sticky on my hand. I already knew what it was; I could smell it. And I wasn't too happy about that. Regardless of the fact that I did know, I felt the need to retract my hand and check- just to be sure. Just to be sure- like I had the time! And judging from my discovery, like she had the time.

It wasn't just a little bit of blood. It was a lot. To say I was mildly concerned at this point would be to say the least. So, no, I wasn't mildly concerned. I was… scared. But I didn't have time to be. On the other hand, I didn't have time to man up, either. But I had to.

So I did what I had intended to do a few seconds ago, and I picked her up, ignoring the warm dripping on my arm. Arms. Was there more? I shook my head and decide not to think, just to run. As fast as I could, anyhow.

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I'm so sorry I took so long to update, and gave you such a short chapter. But as you read this, I am working on the next chapter pronto! I'll have it up as soon as possible! I've just been busy with high school applications, but I'm done now.

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