I pull up infront of the hospital and quickly get out of my car. As I rush in the doors I can't help but start to run towards his office. The thought of my dying husband continues to come to my mind. As hard as I try to prevent them the tears come anyway. I see my grandpa step out of his office. My feet instantly stop.
"Nessie what's wrong?" He asks as he hugs me.
"Jake was attacked he needs te we have to go!" I yell as I cry into his shoulder.
"By whom?" He asks
"I don't know a group of vampires. He is dying Grandpa. He's not healing te have to help him!" I nearly scream.
"Calm down Rennesme take me to him as quickly as te can ok? I am gonna go get my stuff stay right here."
"Just hurry Grandpa, hurry." I wisper after him. I suddenly feel light headed and colapse to the floor. He turns around and runs towards me. As he lifts me off the ground the world goes black and I remember nothing.
I wake up and see that I am back at Billys house. As I start to lift my self up I see my mother come into the room.
"Mom what happend? Wheres jake?"
"Nessie what's wrong?" He asks as he hugs me.
"Jake was attacked he needs te we have to go!" I yell as I cry into his shoulder.
"By whom?" He asks
"I don't know a group of vampires. He is dying Grandpa. He's not healing te have to help him!" I nearly scream.
"Calm down Rennesme take me to him as quickly as te can ok? I am gonna go get my stuff stay right here."
"Just hurry Grandpa, hurry." I wisper after him. I suddenly feel light headed and colapse to the floor. He turns around and runs towards me. As he lifts me off the ground the world goes black and I remember nothing.
I wake up and see that I am back at Billys house. As I start to lift my self up I see my mother come into the room.
"Mom what happend? Wheres jake?"
Yeah i get it its short Chibimoongirl leave the suspends
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was Scrivere a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our Amore is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And più sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
fiori growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my ipod the song was My Immortal da Evanescence and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the Musica on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my cuore was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was Scrivere a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our Amore is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And più sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
fiori growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my ipod the song was My Immortal da Evanescence and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the Musica on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my cuore was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
When she first looked into her daughters dark Cioccolato eyes she felt Amore and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt Amore for this little one.
A kind of Amore she had never felt before:of Amore and protection. The kind of Amore a mother feels.A Amore so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The Angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt Amore and happiness forever.
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A kind of Amore she had never felt before:of Amore and protection. The kind of Amore a mother feels.A Amore so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The Angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt Amore and happiness forever.
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