More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

Fight Or Flight

I woke up but kept my eyes closed, curling into the warmth of my blankets. Then, the blurry memories came back to me. Edward holding me, Esme putting a shirt on me... A shirt on me... Why hadn't I been wearing a shirt?

Suddenly, the memory of the bear came back to me. I sat up right as I remember the bear, The blood. The thrill of the hunt. I fell back against the pillows as the memories assaulted my mind. Was it real? It couldn't have been. I was only 14, and a small 14 year old at that. I could never have taken on a huge bear. A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

I jumped out of the blankets. Reaching under the bed I felt around. Nothing. My body relaxed. It wasn't real. None of it had been real. It had all been in my head. As I pulled my hand back out I felt a little scrap of fabric and froze. Slowly, I closed my hand around it and pulled. Terrified, I pulled it out from under the bed and... It was my dress. Dirty. Torn. And covered in blood.

I swallowed hard, my hands shaking. It's okay. I'm okay. I will not freak out again. Forcing myself to calm down, I looked over and realized that my door was missing. Oh, yeah. Emmett had broken it. Realizing that this would look really bad if anyone walked by, I quickly walked into the bathroom, dress in hand. Thank God there was a bathroom attached to my room.

I shut the door behind me quietly, putting the lock into place. I then looked around the bathroom. I found hand soap under the sink. I poured the entire bottle into the tub and began running water. When it was filled about half way I grabbed the dress and began scrubbing it like crazy with a washcloth. I had to get the blood out.

Because, let's be honest. How freaked out would you be if you found a young girls dress in your garbage can torn, dirty and covered in blood? Exactly. So, maybe I could clean it and then... I don't know. Think of an excuse about why it's torn up. Maybe I could say it was for an art project, but that dress looks expensive. They would be furious if I thought I was cutting up there good clothes for art. Maybe I could somehow burn it?

I looked down at the shirt Esme had put on me last night. It was a large t - shirt that just barely reached my knees, and it was plain red. It looked like it might be one of Emmett's shirts. It actually covered as much as my as the dress had before it was... Destroyed. Deciding that this was okay to leave my room in, especially since it was early and I doubted anybody was awake yet, I ran out the bedroom and into the kitchen. I froze as I entered. Everyone was there. As in, everybody. Including a brown - skinned boy, the same one that has been staring at me at school. For a second, everyone just watched me in silence.

Esme broke the silence. "Renesmee, this is Jacob Black. He is... Family." Everyone looked at me expectantly. I nodded nervously and started moving again. As I passed Jacob I managed to gasp out a  "hey." I ran to the kitchen sink and kneeled down, reaching under it. I pulled out a big garbage bag. I stood and began making my way back towards the exit in what I hoped was a casual walk. As I passed Emmett, he said, "geez, are you hiding a body?" I shivered. How close he was to the truth.

Right before I left the kitchen Carlisle called to me, "Renesmee." I turned to look at him. He was a man of few words. While both kind and generous, he didn't seem to speak unless it was necessary. He coughed politely. "Esme told me that you had acquired a few injuries. I will call you to my office around noon to check you out."

I clench my fists, wanting so badly to knock that doctors head off. Instead, I turned on my heel and ran up the stairs, muttering a "screw off". I immediately regretting my words, and hoped he hadn't heard me. Behind me, I heard Emmett laugh. I made it back to my room and ran into the bathroom. I quickly shoved the wet dress into the bag and tied it several times. Then, I ran to the back of my closet and hid it under a huge pile of shoe boxes. I would do something with it when things calm down and people were not constantly watching me and waiting fpor me to have a  breakdown.