Well, I worked hard on this chapter, so I hope you'll enjoy it. Take your time reading. This chapter is of course named after the fantastic song by 65daysofstatic. Check them out. =D
Renesmee's POV
That night I had a dream.
It was not unlike the ones I had been having lately, but it was still unwelcoming.
The skies were various shades of black and gray as far as the eye could see, only illuminated when lightening struck. The noise of rain may have been comforting on any other day, hitting the endless, dead field, but thunderous claps interrupted any peace it might have brought. I could smell the rain around me, along with something else I could not place.
The tree behind me was sturdy. I did not know how I knew that, considering I was not leaning against it. Maybe it was just the appearance. Although the tree's blue and black leaves dwindled to the ground, leaving only the naked branches to bear the cold winds, it stood straight, a never ending strength. I wished I could be like that. I wish I could stand straight and face what was coming with the assurance that I would not break down. But I was about as strong as a dandelion with a hundred pounds set upon it's petals. I would collapse. I was just a dandelion: a burden for those who wished to care for their lawns; trying to blend in with roses. I did not belong, and I was not wanted.
I was surrounded by no one and nothing, except for that tree and the petals around me. I was partially buried in them. Sitting up, I gazed at the ground beneath me. Leaves did not lay there. I had been here for a while, bloodied up and bruised, with no one around me to notice or care. I had been lying there before the leaves fell, back when the skies were blue; back when flowers bloomed, and I was at the very least a lily. Not a dandelion. But I was left here, from circumstances unknown to me, to die and become what I dreaded most. The leaves fell from me, almost in parody of the white sheet that should have been.
I examined my wounds. They were scars still bleeding, wounds that could never heal; never stop hurting. So I stood. Another thunderous boom erupted around me. These elements of what I'd grown used to calling nature became the closest thing that existed to a mother to me. There was no moon. It was not day. This place had no time. No time, because time had better things to do than to bother with me. And I had had nothing better to do than dwell on time. Time, which had been taken away from me. Time… which abandoned me. Time, time, time. The more I thought of it, the funnier it sounded. Time. What did time sound like? Time sounded like laughing, it sounded like crying, it sounded like living.
Is that why time left me? Because I refused to live?
It was a valid excuse.
Off in the distance, lightning struck once more. The familiar red bolt was ever present in my memories, taunting me in far off places. It moved. It lived.
I did not.
A figure approached in the distance. It may have been the shadows of those I missed. The visited every so often, exchanging no words, but an invisible, knowing glance. But as the figure drew nearer, I could see not a shadow, but a living being. I feared it. Did it come to take away what I've known for so long? My gray skies, my dead field… they were things I had grown to… tolerate. But to take those away for certainty…
Certainty lasted only shortly. Uncertainty lasted ages. I preferred the certainty of uncertainty. It is what I was used to. But the stranger came nearer still. That face, it was too much for me to handle. I closed my eyes, his presence being the most colour I had encountered in what seemed like centuries. I could hear him sigh. I could smell the fresh grass that sprang up beneath his footsteps. He came to bring peace. But I was already at peace.
He crouched down and gently lifted my hand to his cheek. It was warm to the touch, boldly contrasting the cold of which I was accustomed to. His skin was soft, unlike the ragged grass which rocked me to sleep each night. His breath smelled sweet, rivalling the rain that I woke to each day.
"Open your eyes." The voice rang familiar in my mind. I knew it well. The silky yet gruff voice sang out to me in volumes, though his command was a low whisper. I obeyed. His dark brown eyes stared back into mine. They were the colour of the tree- the one that would never falter. I knew this man well. He would never falter, either. He would stand straight and tall for as long as his heart beat, and then some more. He was… the one I'd grown up with. The one I'd grown to love. This field made me forget that.
He stood and pulled me to my feet slowly, wary of the wounds I'd developed. His eyes continued in the soft stare, looking upon me with a small smile lining his lips. His eyes were slightly sad, though.
"You've been gone a while. I've missed you." he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. His grip was strong yet soft.
"I've missed you, too." I replied. I could feel him grinning, yet it was not the grin I had grown to love.
Something then went horribly wrong, and I soon awoke in my own room, screaming with my father by my side.
So, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm actually very proud of how this came out. Sorry if it was confusing. For further clarification, Jacob was the one who appeared to her in the dream, and at the very end, he changed into Embry. This is also the night that Edward and Jacob kicked Embry's ass.
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