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Chapter 1: Runaway

Nessie's POV

"Renesmee I told you I do not have time. I have a lot of work to do,"

"But mom this is really important. Please I just-" my mom slammed her fist down hard on the table before I could even finish my sentence.

"Renesmee I told you I do not have time to listen to you right now. I need you to-"

"But mom-"

"Actually there is something I'd like to talk to you about young lady. I saw your report card online and I saw that you're practically failing every single class. Do you care to explain why?"

I opened my mouth and then I shut it again. I didn't know what to say. It was really hard to pay attention in class when I was fighting an internal battle not to kill the other students in my class. It started a few months ago right around my fourteenth birthday-

"Renesmee answer the question!" mom shouted. "You wanted to talk? Now answer the question,"

Now was my chance to talk. Now was my chance to tell her everything. Yet my mouth remained shut. I couldn't bring myself to say anything when she was angry like that. I really couldn't. I would end up institutionalized for sure.

"You know what mom you wouldn't understand," I turned to leave.

"Wouldn't understand what? That you're failing in every class but you're not working hard enough? Failing because you're ditching class every other period? Why are you acting like this Renesmee? Because this surely isn't you?"

I didn't say anything as I stormed out of her office. I should've known that going to my mom would just be a huge waste of time.

"Come here young lady I'm not finished talking to you!"

"Forget it! It's not like you have time for me anyway!" I screamed.

"Oh my God why do you always have to be so difficult?! Why did I have to get stuck with such a difficult daughter like you?!"

I slammed my bedroom door shut and started crying. Our relationship hadn't always been this way. Yelling and screaming at each other like this. We'd always been very close with one another. But then things changed when I entered high school. It all changed when I began to change.

It all started one day in English. I was sitting down reading Romeo and Juliet when the boy next to me said "Ouch. Damn it I got a papercut," and then a smell like any other hit me like never before. It was easily the best most delicious smelling thing I had ever came across before.

The fragrance coming from that boy's open papercut smelled better than anything I'd ever smelled before. I could almost taste the blood. It made my mouth water. I wanted that blood.

No! What was wrong with me? How could I want blood? But I did. I wanted it so badly. I could feel my body tense up ready to spring into action. No. I couldn't hurt him.

I got up quickly and left that class before the bell had even rung.

That was nearly three months ago. Things had only gotten worse from there. I woke up the following morning feeling as if my throat were on fire. I drank water, used cough drops, and took cold medicine hoping to ease the pain but nothing worked. Instead the pain had steadily grown worse in the following months.

Then came the speed and the strenth. I was always the last kid to finish in P.E when we did laps around the track. I was the girl who struggled to lift even five pounds of weights. Next thing I know I'm breaking records set by the track team and lifting one hundred pounds of weights as if the weights were as light as feathers.

Then came the mind reading. It happened one morning when I arrived at school. At first I didn't know what was going on when I first heard the mental onslaught of voices. I was terrified and I wanted to run home. It was when I accidentally answered unspoken questions that I realized what was happening.

I felt like I was going crazy. Between the bloodlust and the mind reading it was as if a switch had been flipped in my brain. I was sure I had some undiagnosed mental disorder. I wanted to tell my mother but she never had time for me anymore. Part of me was also terrified of what would happen if I ever did tell the truth.

I wished I could to talk my dad but that wasn't possible either. I never knew my biological father. My mom told me that my dad left her before she even knew that she was pregnant with me. My mom told me that she wanted to join his family. But that one day they decided she wasn't good enough for him and that they didn't want anything to do with her anymore. He even told her that he and his family never loved her. Those were my father's exact words. My mom had made it very clear that her pregnancy had nothing to do with them leaving as they didn't even know about me.

Actually I'd come as a shock to my mom also. She'd said that my father had told her he was infertile because of something that had happened to him a long time ago. Yet here I was.

I was raised by my step dad instead. After mom finished high school she went to college where she'd met my step dad. They fell in love, got married, and had another child together. My younger half brother Nelson. My step-dad died last year of cancer.

Losing him hurt us all. Now it was just my mother, Nelson, and I. My mom threw herself into her work now. She was a Biology professor now.

I was walking down the stairs to get a snack from the kitchen when I heard my mom's voice. "I don't know what to do with her anymore dad. She's been so difficult lately and I don't know why. Sometimes I wish she wasn't my daughter,"

Those words hit me and they hit me hard. I went back upstairs to my room fighting tears the whole way. No matter what I'd done I never thought my mom would ever think that about me.

I didn't want to stay here anymore and continue to be a burden on my mom anymore. Maybe it would be better if I granted her her wish and just left.

I took out the credit card my mom had given me to use in emergencies only and went online. I bought a plane ticket to Wisconsin as it was the first place I thought of. I waited until my mom and brother were fast asleep. That was when I made my escape.

Now my mom would'nt have to put up with me anymore.

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