8 Lives (Sequel to Shattered)

Chapter 15: Torn

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8 Lives Chapter 15- Torn

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Renessmee's Pov

My mother is in the hospital because of me, but the answer to my question as to how or what made her become a patient in this hospital is unknown. But the key point, the main idea, is that something dreadful has happened, and it is linked to the message she saw. The message that she was not supposed to have seen with her two eyes. The message was meant to only be seen by myself, not another.

If I had not screamed my mother would not be in danger; again. My mother was never supposed to know about the unspoken messages being sent to me, but she had found out. And there is a great price I must pay. But I am not going to be alone in fighting for what had happened, my mother is now beside me.

In with the gory war that will arise.

For once, this is a battle I dread to see, dread to confront. This is also a battle where I would not like to be abreast my mother; for she will fall down with me, and I do not think I can be such a burden much longer. They, meaning my family, have fought through tooth and nail for my safety, and it is time for me to do the same. I will not back down from my destined fate, I will fight alone, even of it means demolishing my mother. She must not be in the fight, it is not her destiny; her life has been at risk several times before, and I do not think I can bare the idea of my mother fighting once again for her soul to be free on this earth. Each fight weakens her, and I do not wish to be responsible for ridding her into the past.

As I stared anywhere, but Joseph's forest green orbs, my thoughts collided as one. I have three facts that prove that I were not meant to be born in this world; one my mother is now in even more danger than she has ever been in. Two, the mysterious letters, texts, wish for me to be anymore, it is no secret between me nor the anonymous person. And the last fact that is the most effective would have to be that Joseph and Jacob- God burn him to a higher temperature of fire in Hell- have each broken my heart. Joseph has failed to even fall for me as much as I have let the slight portion of my heart to fall in love with him. Each time I let my heart out to another, someone tries to crush it to bits.

They try and succeed at making each and little part of my heart come to nothing but a pile of sorrow and regret.

To add to what else seemed to have drifted Joseph and me apart would have to be that the blonde who had him possesively under her grasp was actually his cousin.

Blood related cousin.

Her gleam of fury towards me begged to differ that story. Her possessiveness was something that could not be ignored. The way she was with him made me wish she was already gone. I have never doubted

Joseph more than this moment. In order for me to make any accusations, without being faulted, I must strive the information out of

him. Though in order for me to get answers I must speak.

One problem: I do not know if I am prepared for the answers that will be sought. I cannot even bare to look at him, yet I am going to ask questions. The whole "blood related cousin" was all falsehood, but I need evidence to back this theory. I sucked in a breath, feeling slight pain by my lower abdomen, and turned my focus away from the white walls. His green eyes stared straight to my soul, and shaky breaths took over me.