Everything was still. Not a sound or movement. it was rather odd in all honesty.. the quietness. Usually, the groans of our mother could easily be heard, or Renesmee wiggling and squirming would distribute me from my sleep, but today... none of that seemed to happen. Or at least that is what I thought. As quickly as I had thought all of this, Rensemee changed everything. All of a sudden she started to push and kick against the walls that surrounded us, each time earning an ear-piercing scream. With the little space around us, I tried to stop her but she just pushed me into our mother's spine. It would be a lie to say that I did not care about our mother, because I do. I always had, but there are times where I just simply cannot control the damage and pain I may be causing her.

After recovering from the shove, I tried again but had the same result... I could never understand how she was so strong for a fetus, but then again I was strong too. Using our twin telepathy, I asked her

''What are you doing?'' She turned and thought, ''I want out!''

Renesmee had always selfish, from eating all the food to not even caring about our mother's well-being. one could easily describe her as a brat or monster, but that is something I would never say aloud. It was too rude, and as much as I may find her intolerable at times, she was in fact, my twin sister.

Out of nowhere, a blinding light shone through a hole and engulfed our surroundings. Covering every inch in sharp, white light. Nothing about this felt alright, and just like I had thought, a foreign object came through the new hole and began to move both Renesmee and me around. Quickly adjusting to the new light, I was able to make out a pair of hands before they circled themselves around Renesmee and pulled her away. Once she was completely gone from my sight, I could hear someone chuckle softly.

''It's Renesmee.'' The voice said in a tender tone. I could hear my mother say something but was interrupted when I began to suffocate.

Fluid began to fill my lungs and air was no longer something I could wonder about, but more so something I desperately needed. To try and save myself, I had started to kick, turn flay even, all before the same hands came and saved me. They were gentle, cradling my head and neck in one hand and resting along my back with the other. I looked up at the person who pulled me out and saw a man with golden eyes and brown hair. He had pale skin and a look of disgust on his face. He quickly handed me over to a girl with blonde hair that fell in soft ringlets and sunkissed skin. Her eyes too, matched my previous saviour, an odd bright golden colour that seemed to hypnotize me the moment our eyes locked with each other. I wonder if my eyes look the same? She was a stunning woman; her features were all delicate but prominent, each detail fitting with the other as if they were an intricate pattern, but her aura made me question her flawlessness. Although it was a beautiful shade of light blue, it held a feeling of longing and heartbreak. As if she was deeply damaged and the beauty that held me so gently, was just a means of self-preservation and defence from further damage. Her eye thought. Oh, those eyes. Unlike my saviour, whose eyes held disgust and displeasure, hers were warm and filled with admiration, a great contrast from her aura. I felt safe with her like a bond had been made without the need for words or further actions, and I'm sure she felt the same as she looked at me and smiled.

''Take that thing away from me,'' The man from before growled. I felt hurt by his words. Not even moments ago, he had saved me and now I was being referred to as a 'thing.' As if I was not worthy enough to be a person in his eyes. I looked up at the woman and she too looked hurt, "Edward, she is your daughter. ''

''Rosalie, that thing is a murder, she is the reason Bella has to be a vampire!'' Ah, so that is who he is..."Bella could barely carry one child let alone two! KILL IT!'' my so-called "Father" shouted.

I felt hot tears form in my eyes as I heard those words, I looked at the woman on the table covered in blood and felt horrible. That was my mother. The woman who loved me unconditionally without knowing me, the woman who fought to keep both my sister and me against her better judgment. This was the woman who did not resent me for the damage I had caused. Yet here I was, alive and well while my mother laid dead just a few feet away from me. I could never get to know her now. All because of me... All because of my damage...

Rosalie cradled me protectively and left the room. She sat down by something and played with my fingers. It was fascinating and took my attention rather quickly sad to say. But I was having fun until I realized Renesmee wasn't near. Looking around, I immediately spotted her with another woman who held her with a little too much joy. The woman had short black hair and very pale skin like my father. And like my father and Rosalie, her eyes were gold. I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her being safely cradled by this woman.

She might not like me a whole lot but, I still care if she is okay or not. I started to get hungry and let out a cry. Rose then looked down at me with concern then shouted for someone.

A man with blonde hair a shade brighter than Rose's appeared behind her. I looked at him and let out a yelp. He'd given me a kind smile similar to Roseaile's and I quickly shut up. He had two bottles in his hand. One with red liquid and the other one was filled with a white liquid. Puzzled by the two liquids, I tried to tilt my head to show my confusion.

He put the one with red liquid into my mouth and let it go in. I didn't like it so I tried to move away. He understood my jester and tried the one with white liquid. I let it fall into my mouth and tasted it, it was amazing. The liquid was warm and tasteless. When I didn't begin to fuss and squirm Rosalie took hold of the bottle and tilted it for me while the man behind her let out a chuckle.

''What is it, Carlisle?'' Rose asked him. He shook his head and held my little hand. I let out a giggle once I finished the warm liquid.

''It's just that she drinks milk and Renesmee drinks blood... She is also much smaller than her sister and is covered in bruises.'' He whispered. The way his voice changed at the word "bruised" I assumed that whatever it was, was a bad thing. While I gazed up at both Rosalie and 'Carlisle' it was hard to not take notice of their burning gazes. They both looked deeply concerned at the purple dots that littered my arms and chest. I didn't question him, however, because I knew the dots had been there and were created by Renesmee. The bruises didn't hurt but I knew they were from Rensemee always kicking and pushing me. My sister's signature... I let out a yawn and felt my eyes start to close. ''Oh someone's tired," An unknown person cooed before I entered the dark.

What felt weird was that I felt welcomed in this darkness.

When I woke up, I saw that I had been placed in a cage-like thing with planets and stars above me. I let out a giggle and tried to reach for them but couldn't. Soon enough I felt another presence in the room. Turning to my side and saw a man with his arm around Rosalie. The pair walked up to my cage and Rose picked me up.

''Hey there princess, I want you to meet someone... This is Emmett, he's my mate.'' Rose cooed with another smile. I looked to her side and saw a large man with short black hair, golden eyes, large muscles, and a large hundred wot smile. I extended my arms out for him to take me and he did. When he did, he started to bounce me up and down making me laugh.

''Hi there pumpkin, I'm Emmett. What's your name?'' Emmett asked. I thought for a moment.

I didn't have a name. Hmm, how funny.

''She doesn't have one; Edward said he didn't want her so he refuses to name her. I was thinking she looks like a Charlotte. What do you think?'' Rose said.

Charlotte? I don't think so. Emmett must have thought the same thing because he too made a face of disapproval.

''No. What about Scarlett? I've always liked that name,'' Emmett asked. He looked down at me as if he was asking for my permission. I again made a face trying to say 'not really' then pointed up. Rose look at where I pointed and chuckled.

''I think she already had one in mind, Sky or Skyler?'' She asked, I tried to put up two fingers but put up my whole hand instead which just earned me another laugh from the pair.

''So, Skyler Venus Cullen? Do you like it?'' She asked. I moved my head up and down and smiled. I now had the name 'Skyler Rosette Cullen.' It felt right, almost validating even.

Emmett and Rose took me downstairs where everyone sat in a room. My father looked pissed at the sight of me, but there were two people in the room I had yet to meet that caught my attention.

One was a man with almost red-looking hair, gold eyes and a pained look spread across his face. The woman had beautiful long chestnut hair that curled at the ends and gold eyes like everyone else. She walked up to me and smiled. Reaching my hands out for her to pick me up I returned her smile and tried to urge her closer. When she picked me up, she had introduced herself as Esme, my grandmother. I like her, she is very kind and seems caring. The man later came and picked me up, but it seemed to only increased= his pained glance. I started to worry if he was okay but the feeling was disappeared in seconds as I suddenly began to feel relaxed again.

''You don't need to worry about my little one," He paused. his voice was much different from everyone else's, the ending of some words was drawn out a bit longer, and his tone was dark but I could tell there was nothing wrong. "I'm fine. My name is Jasper, I'm your uncle.'' Jasper continued.

Jasper? It suits him. I had started to play around with Jasper's small finger when Edward said something.

''Why isn't it dead?'' Edward asked. Why did he want me dead? Renesmee did most of the damage yet there she is sitting on his lap. I could hear Esme gasp while Emmett growled at him. Tears coming running down my face from his comment but when I looked at Jasper he made me feel better. Why does looking at him make me feel better?

''Because if Bella doesn't want her, Emmett and I are going to adopt her.'' Rosalie shot back. Although I wanted Rose and Emmett to be my parents I was hoping my mom would want me. I mean, she's my mom, why wouldn't she?

''Rose don't you see? That thing is what killed Bella, it's a murder!'' Auntie Alice shouted. Uncle Jasper gently handed me back to Emmett before striding over to Alice to comfort her.

Angered by her interaction with my Father, Rosalie took me outside to play. I loved the outdoors, something about the breeze and the trees that surrounded us made me feel at peace. The smell easily made me forget about my father's harsh words. But the only thing that was on my mind was my mom.

She'd want, right? I mean she fought to have kept me before, what's different now? Will she like me or will it all end like dad?

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*edited 2021-03-13* My god, I wrote this back in middle school and it genuinely shocks me still how many of you still read this. My grammar and spelling was so bad lmao. But I won't lie when I say, I had a really bad learning disability in middle school and auto-correct on Microsoft word 2012 wasn't the best choice to be writing on. But hey, your comments over the past however many years have finally caught my attention again and as a new University student, I feel obligated to at least edit this whenever I have the time. I love you all, really and truly. I hope you enjoy it.