Chapter 31

(Renesmee)

I sit in the room I was assigned to for a while. I curl up on the bed and close my eyes, drifting in and out of sleep. The sadness overtakes me, but I refuse to cry.

When I exit the room, Mikkel stands there, prepared to knock.

"Are you okay, Renesmee? You've been in there for almost two days; we were worried."

Two days? It felt more like two hours. "Guess I lost track of time. Sorry, Mikkel. It won't happen again." I apologize. He pulls my nine year old frame into a hug and whispers lovingly, "Don't apologize, dearest Nessie. You have done nothing wrong. You have just left your family and come to a new place, you need time to adjust. My children know not to pressure you to join us."

I smile at how sincere he sounded. "I'm okay, I promise. Ever since my parents left, I've had this block in my mind that allows me to keep the pain aside. I still hurt, but I'm okay." I insist.

"Well, in that case, let's go down for breakfast, shall we?" He holds out his hand for me to take. We walk down a flight of stairs. Everyone is crowded around a large table. They talk and laugh and eat and drink. If I didn't know better, I would have said that they were a normal family.

Natalia waves her hand for me to come over there. I hesitate, and Cody walks over as graceful as a four year old half-breed can. He touches the back of my hand and I feel what he is feeling. Curiosity, content, and something that almost seems like fear.

I decide to try to projecting through holding his hand. I had never been able to; only by putting my hand on someone's face. I won't hurt you, Cody.

He grins at me and grips my hand tighter. He turns to everyone and scrunches his eyes shut. My voice echoes through my head and I can tell that everyone else hears it too. I won't hurt you.

I yank my hand out of his. He had somehow planted thoughts in my mind and it terrified me. His brown eyes get tears in them as he pouts up at me. He starts to glare at me, and his pale face turns red. I back away and Olivia flashes to my side, gripping my shoulders tightly. She turns so her back is to Cody and I am gripped to her chest.

As she does this I vaguely realize that I've grown taller. Maybe about a ten year old. These thoughts quickly leave my mind as Cody screams and everyone runs out of the room as fast as they can.

Olivia turns but keeps hold of my hand. "Cody, honey, you just frightened her. She doesn't know that we have powers. It's okay baby boy." She says in a soothing tone. With the hand that isn't holding me; she rubs small circles on his back as she pulls him into a hug.

She motions with her eyes for me to leave the room. I run out and find the rest of the family in the living room. I walk towards them and see objects hovering in the air. I halt my movement and when James breaks eye contact with the objects, they fall to the ground. He looks at me with a guilty look as everyone claps.

All of a sudden, I'm looking at the ceiling instead of the people and my vision goes black.

(Natalia)

My brother had just gotten five objects in the air at once with his power. He looked up at something to the right of us as we all clapped. James's eyes widened and he shot off the couch.

We turned and saw his hand under Renesmee's head before it hit the ground. He scooped her up and ran her over to the couch.

We all crowded around her. Her eyes were shifting wildly back and forth under her eyelids. Mama sits on the couch at her feet and strokes her leg. "Go now, children. She's had a lot to deal with in the past couple of days. Such a hard life for someone so young." She coos.

We all file out of the room except me. I felt a connection to Renesmee, one I hadn't felt with any of my other siblings, as I had told my older brother.

"Go Natalia. It will all be okay." She orders. I simply nod and walk to the kitchen. Olivia is holding Cody's sleeping form.

"Is he okay?" I ask. She nods and whispers back, "How's Renesmee? I heard her faint, and she's probably extremely freaked out."

"She's okay. Mama is sitting with her on the couch; she's still out."

"Ah. So, are we going to tell her about all of our powers when she wakes up?"

"Probably, yeah. I mean, she's just so young, ya know? From what I heard, she didn't have much of a childhood. The Volturi came, she moved away from her family, her mom got pregnant and almost died, her little brother tried to kill her, her parents abandoned her…. The list goes on and on! When will this little girl get a break?" I spit in anger. No child should ever go through this.

"It's not like she's the only one with a hard childhood." Nadine hisses. I hadn't realized she came into the room.

"Oh come one, Sis. You know I didn't mean it like that!"

"Yes, you did! You said that you felt a connection to her, one that you didn't feel with us. I heard you telling that to Logan. We all had a hard life; she shouldn't get anything for her 'troubles.' Seems like rich girl drama anyway!" She snaps. My anger flares and even though I know it's wrong, I growl.

"You're just jealous that I like her more. And if you haven't noticed, Nadine, we're all rich girls. Just get over yourself. Not everything is about you." I shout and storm off. Sometimes, I just didn't understand people!