𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

Fourteen.

Chapter 14:
Day In and Day Out

The walls seemed dull more and more everyday. The lightest shade of blue painted on the thick boarders felt grey and lifeless. The morning light would reflect off of it sometimes and it looked brighter, a whiter tone like the blankets she laid beneath. The blankets that have been untouched for days.

For what felt like a month, was only a week of no sleep. The vibrating heat she was in tore through skin and muscle day after day, each hour worse than the last. It quite literally felt like she was dowsed in gasoline and someone threw in the match, adding a few more gallons to keep her lit.

During the early mornings, she would escape through the balcony in her bedroom, quickly finding a satisfactory meal to subside the pain. What she had managed to munch on was gas station chips and a box of donuts. It wasn't breakfast but it gave her a euphoria that tapped into her childhood and reminded her of the good times. The times when she didn't need blood to survive.

After many judgemental stares and glares, she would pay a visit to Forks Cemetery. Some days she'd weep, others she'd rant. The gravestone that marked the name and the legacy of the boy she so graciously loved haunted her. The vacancy in her heart would burn at the sight of such a name on such a stone.

His body laid just beneath her feet, decaying and unmoving. She knew he couldn't hear her, he couldn't anything. But being close to him was enough. Even if she stayed for a couple of hours or a couple of minutes, it was always enough.

Then the sun would set and she knew it was time to go. She would press her lips against her fingertips, then to his gravestone, and she was off. Her immortal body dragged on down the roads, thinking of how different her life would've been if she hadn't found her father's will.

She would've been sent off with her spiteful relatives in Pennsylvania, well away from Forks. She would've grown to be pious and bland— human. But her father looked out for her, he knew exactly where she needed to be and who she needed to meet.

He made her who she was and so did the home she returned to nowadays, filled with supernaturals who brought out the best of the worst in her. As many times as she's been in situations where she wanted to rewind all the time in the world and change her fate, she still had to be grateful that she wasn't ripped apart by newborns a few months ago.

Then it was night. The stars littered the dark lavender sky and only sometimes were they accompanied by the moon. She stayed by the balcony, the glass door shut and locked just like the bedroom door, and she'd count the stars.

She could hear them talk, she could hear it all. The soft pitter patter of their feet echoing down the hallway, contemplating if they should knock on her door. She could hear baby Renesmee cooing and crying, growing at a rate so incredible.

And she could hear the arguments. The inevitability of her secrets. They poured out quite instantly and the house entered yet another debate, before about Renesmee, now about her.