Renesmee: The Girl You Remember.

Chapter 2: Breathe Again

Breathe Again

30 Years Later

It was a nice Tuesday evening out for Redding, California. The warm yet cool bite to the air. The scent of rain surrounding the small town. However, something weighed on my mind, annoyingly. My Grandfather, Charlie hadn't called. He usually called every Tuesday morning, but today he had neglected to. There was no reason for him not to. I couldn't decide if this annoyed or worried me. For twenty three years, Charlie had never let it slip his mind to call me. The conversations weren't particularly important or anything like that. However, for twenty three years, I waited by the phone every Tuesday, expecting his phone call.

Rain gently misted my face as I stared straight ahead at my best friend, Nahuel. I met him twenty three years ago. As to how we met is a particularly long story.

A story that still haunts me to this day, literally.

The small spritz calmed my nerves as I gained my focus on the training Nahuel was educating me with. The hair on the back of my neck stood as I watched him. He stood about a hundred feet away from me. It challenged my damaged but strong eyesight. He roamed from left to right ahead of me. Leaving me to try to determine what my line of attack should be. Nahuel possessed a very dangerous and unique ability, where he could control your mind. It worked like a form of hypnosis, but an individual was unable to stop it once it was inflicted, but there was a way to prevent it from getting in and he was teaching it to me.

He could make you forget things, make you think you saw something, and make you do things against your will.

He was training me to shield myself from with my own unique gift. My memory shield, could me make into a shield for his gift. I wasn't aware of that until a few years ago, when he started to first train me. Even though his gift is particularly dangerous, the only one that is even more dangerous, is his sister Serena's ability.

That is very similar to Nahuel's, only hers was more permanent, and a little more dangerous, unless you knew how to protect yourself from it with your own mind control.

I watched him as he dashed towards me head on. I flung myself towards him as well to meet for an on-coming fight. We stopped at a two foot distance. He swung aggressively towards my left with his right hand, I dodged. He swung another sharp hit towards my right with his left, but this time, I caught his fist and twisted. This wasn't the part I was worried about though. Part of me was terrified this was an attack put into my head with his ability. I continued fighting though, because this was only step one. Combat. I'd gotten better about it.

 When I was about to dodge one of his blows, I realized too late that he had influenced the wrong direction into my mind. He swung towards my left, and absentmindedly I moved the wrong direction. He crushed his hand down on my upper chest and flattened me onto the ground.

The hit stunned me, while reality came back to me. His position changed rapidly, and I knew this was a mental attack. I tried my best to throw up my own mental defense. I tried to throw up my memories but they all faded, and there, I knew I had reacted too late. He had too much control over me already.

He stood over me, his face looked disappointed. I wanted to get up. But my limbs didn't obey to any of my commands. I watched Nahuel as he stood over me. My eyes threatened tears of fear at the rims but I bit back the pathetic water.