Renesmee: The Girl You Remember.

Alive

ALIVE

The memory jumped to an entirely new time line, shocking me, as I smelt a combination of antiseptic materials and another vile smell. It reeked of filth, blood, and grim combined into one. But it was dark. 

After a while, Renesmee began to open her eyes to a bright light shining into her eyes. Strapped to a hard surface, and entirely stripped of her clothing.

Even in her own memories, more memories flushed her of an awful experiment induced on her, the experiment to see how much pain Renesmee could handle. She had apparently blacked out from the amount of pain they induced on her. Her eyes wandered to every point in the hospital like room. But it was cruel, tools where littered all over the small metal table next to her, and they were all coated with her blood. Fear struck her and she began to attempt to escape out of her strap prison.  

She screamed out for help.

I watched a series of experiments conducted onto my daughter. I knew I could release my grip on her hand outside and never see the extent of them, but at the same time I felt compelled to watch because of my vow to myself. I forced myself to stay there, wanting desperately to comfort my daughter as through a span of years. One year went by, then two, three, and four, and then six.

She grew older, and the experiments got even crueler, even if it didn't seem possible. I watched as blood was drained from every inch of her body, leaving her to faint, revive her, starving to death, coming back to life when blood was offered to her. Being teased with a relieving death, only for the bastard that I'd come to learn is named Joham, to drag her back to life. Throughout her stay in the mess, she was starved and weakened to ensure she wouldn't attempt to escape her prison.

Each night after her experiments, she was dragged back unconsciously to her quarters. Which was a small five foot high, ten feet wide cave that acted as what looked to me, like a dungeon. The hard rocky prison served no comfort, or warmth.

Her memory finally halted on one memory, leaving me a little dizzy. And at first I wasn't sure why. It was September 11th, Renesmee's birthday. It looked to be her seventh birthday. Seven years she had withstood their torturous experiments and abuse. A woman, Serena, it looked like. She stood, with a variety of hair styling trinkets, behind Renesmee as she pondered with her hair. Styling it, and strapping Renesmee into a dress, until finally. Renesmee was standing in the middle of a very, very familiar room I knew was the Volturi's palace.

I wanted to murder something, the second I saw Aro. I wanted to tighten my fist, grind my teeth, but I was afraid of what I would do on the outside of Renesmee's memory.  

She was no doubt beautiful, but artificially beautiful. Put on for display for Joham and Aro as they exchanged pleasant comments, and Aro's expression being positively approving. Something told me, I didn't want to know but I knew I would soon enough in this world.

Renesmee meandered around the palace, impressed by the beauty of the non-exaggerated gorgeous castle. In a decretive silver metal bowl in the blood fountain, she caught sight of her reflection. I wished she hadn't.

She wore a black and grey ball gown, the skirt was so long it dragged behind her, and was riddled with millions of delicate sparkles. Her hair, damaged but still beautiful, was curled, and pinned off to the side.  

But her face, looked starved. It was obvious she was on the brink of her own death from experiments. But she smiled, which during this series I hadn't seen. Smiling at being beautiful, and thinking to herself, she'd never dressed up quite like this. Even with the circumstances, she loved it.