The rain continued to drown me, and in the end I lost all knowledge of what time it was, but at a push, I would have said about eleven in the morning. The throb in my chest hadn’t dulled in the slightest.

I mentally groaned as my phone began to alert me of someone wanting to find me.

Alice Calling…

My thumb slowly slid across the green accept button. Alice was another person I could always go to when things got hard. Not only would she use it as another excuse for us to go shopping, but she knew that it was a way for me to feel ‘human’. My heart sunk at the thought of my parents being next to her; ready to baby feed her with what they thought I wanted to hear. But I wasn’t interested in their pitiful excuses and empty threats; I was only remotely concerned with the fact that the rest of my family was worried.

I pulled the courage from somewhere and pressed downwards.

“A-Alice” My voice was thick and the simple welcome came out as more of a sniff.

“Renesmee! Where are you?” Tears seemed to appear out of no where yet again, and my previously still body began to shake once more.

“I-I s-searched…for h-him, Alice. I-I tried” I’m sure – though my words were muffled- that she understood me perfectly. She had seen and heard my mother like this. It must be like a bad case of déjà vu.

“Oh, Renesmee…” Her voice was compassionate “Come home…you need to come back. We’re worried sick sweetheart” I didn’t want to agree. I didn’t want to go home, not yet. But I couldn’t say no to her…I just couldn’t.

I told her that I would return ‘home’ in a while, after I had a better grip on my thoughts. I dreaded the very idea of going back and facing whatever wrath my family had in store for me. I was in no doubt that Carlisle would start a new observation into my new ‘urges’ and would add them to his ever growing report on me. With an exasperated sigh, I pushed myself off of the ground and started what would be a quick, but painful run home. My hand gripped a hold of my now sodden green t-shirt. Why was this so hard?