Renesmee: The Girl You Remember.

Say Something

Say Something

EdwardsPOV

Impatience began to swell inside me as I watched the hand on the clock in Carlisle's office, slowly tick itself away. Time always seemed to go by fast for me, much faster than the others. But on this particular night, time seemed like it was deliberately going slow just to intensify the psychological nausea that built inside me and my non-beating heart to crack, and imaginarily beat against my chest.

Renesmee had been in Carlisle's medical room for about three hours, and each second that ticked by, I swore made my nerves worsen. Every minute that went by that Carlisle hadn't come out and said at least one thing, made me that much more nauseated with guilt, worry, and confusion.

I knew I could simply tune into his thoughts but I didn't want to and I forced any kind of thoughts out of my head. I wanted to be numb but I knew that wasn't going to be possible. Not with thoughts and emotions I desperately wanted to banish, were flooding my mind and body.

Thirty years ago, I loathed Renesmee. I wouldn't have cared if she lived or died and part of me even wanted her to die. But now my stomach twisted and turned at the thought of her actually dying.

I didn't know how much longer Carlisle was going to take, but I couldn't set still so I rose from my seat and walked into the hallway of my Family's house. I passed by the door of the room Renesmee was in. I forced myself not to barge into the room because truth be told, I felt I didn't have the right to show any of my feelings, good or bad, towards Renesmee. There were two people that had always cared for her, stood up to me in her favor, fought with me for her. Those two people deserved that right more.

I didn't need to protect Bella from Renesmee but I did have to respect Renesmee's wishes as the only thing I was allowed to do.

As I made my way outside, and walked to the edge of the river closest to our house, I watched across the river as one of the Quileutes, a dark brown wolf, by his thoughts, he was new and his name was Stephen.

He stopped at the sight of me, just as the other pitch black wolf stepped out of the tree's and followed his gaze. They both growled in my direction, but I ignored them.

Then something hit me. Renesmee's mate wasn't aware of where she was. Or at least for all I knew...I narrowed my eyes for a minute, but then relaxed them. I had no right to comment on Renesmee's life.

I tried to think of a way to contact him, but I didn't have any idea of where he was or where he had intended for he and Renesmee to stay. A couple things I did know about him though, He was a Hybrid just like Renesmee, and that he was able to deflect my ability when I was around him. I could only read his thoughts for a second and then I could feel him banish my ability away from him. It felt like a headache, which I hadn't had in over a hundred and forty years.

I thought back towards Renesmee. She did have a cellphone, perhaps she had it on her.

I ran back to Carlisle's study, and picked up the clothes Esme had given me when she had gotten Renesmee undressed and into a gown.

I unfolded her jeans and padded around the pockets. When I didn't feel it there, I moved onto her jacket that smelled heavily of her blood, there I finally found what I was looking for. A small metal-cased smartphone with a touchscreen on it.

I turned on the screen to find that it was locked with a password. I sighed with disappointment but that didn't stop me from trying several different numbers. Her birthday, Christmas, but on my final try I had to think of something right or I was going to be locked from the phone. Finally, something hit me.

9-13-89, was my final try. I sighed before I pushed the touch screen "unlock" button. It lit up with the home screen that I was determined to unlock. It didn't have any applications on the front of the phone except for the small green telephone shaped icon for calling, and a phonebook shaped icon for contacts.