Rejected And Strong [ You're Not A Story. ]

Chapter 19

The Letter

Renessmee POV

It's been a week since our game.

Today, the college is off. That means I have lots of free time on my own. Nana is visiting grandpa's grave in next town.

I want to go with her but she told me she need some time alone. Maybe she missed him so much, and so do I.

In the end, I just stay at home and decided to clean the house.

I clean all rooms on the first floor. Including, Nana's bedroom plus bathroom, the kitchen and living room.

It's not really dirty. Just need to wash the dishes, mop the floor, and wipe the table. It doesn't take long time to finish 'em.

I wiped the sweat that begin to roll down my forehead.

"Next, my room." I told myself as I carying a duster.

Sighing, I walk upstairs carefully not wanting to embarrass myself if fall down. Well, even if I am alone in the house right now. I don't want to be clumsy.

After safely going to the upstairs and walking to the door of my room.

I opened the door-knob while scanning through the room.

"Hmm... where should I start?"

I though for awhile before walking over to the nightstand and began to wipe off the dust.

While wiping it, I feel like something is falling down.

"What's that?" I asked to myself, wondering.

Looking down to the floor, I found something that looks like an envelope.

Slowly, I pick up the envelope. The envelope is white and there are no posts or stamps in front of it.

Feeling confused, I open that envelope and see there's a letter in it.

At first, I don't want to read this because it's inappropriate of me if this letter was sended for someone else. But I decided to read the letter.

So I start reading it...

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Dear Renessmee,

Come to the south forest. I'll see you there...

-A

~~~~~ ~~~~~

When I realize it, the letter is not written in red ink. But it looks more like blood.

It send chills down my spine. Why is this person used blood?

'Besides, who sent this letter? Who's A?' And how can someone enter my room without me knowing.

Suspiciously I looked around the room. The room is still quiet, only the sound of birds chirping. Even the window is closed.

Maybe I need to ask my wolf."Clara, what should I do? Should I come to meet this person?" I frowned. Not knowing what to do.