Capítulo 2: A Traumatic Birth. (Revision)
As time passed, less and less space became available in our little 'home.' It got so bad my sister and I were practically on top of each-other, not that we minded. It was the most we had been able to hug in… well we still had no idea how long it had been.
The voices of our family were getting more panicked, confused, concerned, and jumbled by the day. Much to my dismay, it caused my moms to be drowned out in all the noise. It was…distressing. I hadn't realized how reliant I had become on her voice, on the moments we would share at night; and now without them, without her. I was filled with near constant consternation.
My sister had taken to wrapping her arms around me protectively. Though, trying to protect me from my own emotions wasn't getting either of us far. To accompany my emotional dismay, a muscle or a bone would often break free from my skin. Protruding from my back. Two of them. It only added to my helplessness.
It didn't hurt, it wasn't the cause of any of my emotions; but it was confusing, and not understanding only furthered my trepidation. It only made me want my mom more. Things were much too quiet for me, and boy was that silence 'loud.'
{Where is she?} I knew it was useless. If I hadn't heard my mom, she hadn't either. I couldn't help the small amount of hope that bloomed in my chest though, even if I knew it was foolish; but the way I could feel my own inner turmoil reflected through our bond, I had my answer before she even said a word.
{I don't know, but it's okay! She'll come back.} We were interrupted by two voices, and neither were my mom. They were my sisters' parents; The woman who carried us and the man who we both assumed was her father.
We had already had this discussion. She admitted while it hurt her to hear the things, he would spew about us; the way that all of them presumed we would be monstrous children that hurt innocents, she held nothing against her father. He simply didn't know any better.
I'm sure it helped that her mother stuck up for her, the same way my mom stuck up for me. Though they had no idea we were twins. No idea that we had different mothers; we knew and that is all that mattered.
They were close, her parents. We could hear them almost clear as day; their first year of marriage. How he was sorry he was leaving her to deal with it all alone. They finally made up. They had been arguing so much, I was afraid they were going to get a divorce. My sister would have blamed herself for that.
As it usually did, the clarity lasted only minutes before it went back to being white noise. My mom nowhere to be found.
{Sing for me?} She had taken too distracting both of us with songs. I knew what she was doing, and I ensured she could feel my appreciation. If she knew any songs, she would have been the one to sing to me, but luckily, this worked for both of us.
{Time don't always make things better; you can't fake a smile forever.
Are you really doing all right?
Everything inside you wanted, you try your best to calm the longin'
But there are certain things you can't deny. Pictures of before, haunt you daily
What happens when the door, opens? A pair of dancing shoes, her only wish...
Waiting on Christmas Eve, now she's laying on her bed.
She's smiling in her sleep. Watch her dance, in the night. There's no worries by her side.
She just knows she wants to be, A little dancer wishing for a dream.}
We settled into a companiable silence, and she took to sending me as many positive emotions as she could to try to counteract my negative ones. It was the first time in… I had no way to know how many days since I had felt a semblance of peace. And as if the universe was laughing in my face, it didn't last.
It was a 'snap;' that ruined out peace. And for a second, nothing changed. Until it did, and all hell broke loose. A spine-chilling scream, enough to make your blood run cold, pierced the air. Followed by loud and horror filled voices. Even if we wanted to, we couldn't focus on anything; all the air was being sucked out of our 'home' and we could no longer breathe.
As a collective we tried taking in gasping breaths, it was mostly a reflex. An instinct. Not that it mattered. No air was coming in and no air was going out. My lungs burned from lack of oxygen, a silent scream leaving me for help that I wasn't sure was coming. I was going to die, again.
My sister was gripping me in a hold so tight I was momentarily afraid that she would break my arm but the burning in my throat and lungs overpowered anything else I could have felt. This was worse than the first time. This was torture.
{MOM!}
Another instinct. Calling for our mothers even knowing they couldn't hear us. The screaming on the outside got so loud that I thought my ear drums might burst. I squeezed my eyes shut, just as I had the first time, hoping that it would somehow help. That I would be able to escape feeling and seeing my death a second time. A final scream and I sucked in a desperate breath of air, chest heaving while my emotions constantly switched between terror and relief.
{Are you -} My sister didn't get to finish her question; she was suddenly ripped from me. An alarmed cry leaving her throat. We weren't ready to be separated. Not after that. Panic gripped my heart when I heard her screams for me; I had to force myself to calm. If she could scream and it wasn't in my head, we were being born. A traumatic birth but a birth none the less. I'd just have to wait for my turn.
{I'm alright! I'm okay!} I rushed to assure her if only to help her calm down. {I'll join you in a few minutes.}
The small reassurance settled her, for now. Enough for the cries of protest to stop leaving her, at least.
"Renesmee," Her father whispered, and I inhaled sharply. My twin sister was named Renesmee, fantastic. Apparently, I was always destined for a family obsessed with twilight.
"I can take her!" It was a high-pitched fairy like voice; and she took my sister out of the room. She was focusing on me intently. I could feel her anxiety through our bond increase the further she got from me. I carefully monitored my emotions, ensuring she knew I was okay without her in the same room. Twins are born separately; I was just taking my sweet time.
I was confident in my own thoughts, at least until more pain hit me. Pain unlike anything I had ever felt before. I had lied. I was wrong. This was torture. This took the pain of dying in a car accident and nearly dying of suffocation and made it look like I had simply fell on the ground and scraped a knee.
I tried to hide the way I was feeling from Renesmee, but I wasn't successful. I felt as she registered the pain. As she shook in outrage and fright; She started to wail, trying to get them to realize I was here. I was hurt. That I needed help.
I wasn't sure if it worked, or if they just finally realized there were two of us; but I was being pulled free from that tomb. "Another one…" Her father breathed reverently. The pain gradually ended, the hands on me were ice cold and soothed my overheated skin. My small body trembled while panting breaths left my mouth.
Traumatic birth, indeed.
"I'll take her. Edward, I swear I'm fine." My mom finally. After so long without her, I ignored the leftover ache and squirmed in the arms that held me. I was annoyed she felt the need to ask his permission. I was hers! I wasn't going to be kept from her any longer, I didn't think I could bear to be.
Large hands turned to small and delicate as he handed me to her, and she placed me against her chest. One of her hands cradled my bottom, holding a blanket close against my small body. She was breathing me in, running her nose along my head of hair while she walked slowly. I didn't open my eyes until I felt her move me away from her chest.
"Hi, princess." Mom cooed at me, and I was impressed by the beauty that was my mom. She was angelic. Pale white skin, hair so blonde it looked golden. Her lips were ruby red. Her smile bright white, and perfect. I knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, aside from Tanya. No one could compete with her but that was just my unhealthy crush rearing its ugly head.
Realizing I was staring at her while she watched me analyze her, I opened my mouth to respond but only unintelligent babbling came out. I had forgotten I was a newborn. Talking was awhile away for me.
Her smile was wide and fond. Her eyes filled with so much amusement and happiness that I couldn't even find it in me to be upset that I couldn't talk. "Is that right?" She played along causing my heart to swell with more love than I thought it could hold.
She didn't look up as she walked; like she was afraid if she looked away, I would disappear. It didn't bother me, I liked looking at her too. When we entered another room, I looked up in time to see that it was a Kitchen. An expensive one at that. Custom built with top of the line and stainless-steel appliances. A large center island, a breakfast bar and separate eating area. A fireplace and a TV.
Mom continued to watch me as she made her way over to another woman. She was the one who had grabbed my sister before. She had short spikey black hair, and she was much shorter than my mom. She was holding Renesmee, who I saw breathe a sigh of relief when her eyes landed on me. Her tense form finally relaxing.
Mom stood next to the shorter woman, removing the blanket that was wrapped around me. I shivered from the sudden chilly air and Mom cooed. She grabbed a warm washcloth and started to wipe off the blood and fluids of childbirth. I'm sure we were born via C-section, though, why they chose to do it at home was beyond me.
It was while she was wiping me down that I noticed her eye color; they were black. Pitch black. For some reason, it felt out of place on her face.
I was distracted from my observations by her movements. She was so gentle with me, like I was made of fragile glass, ready to break if she made the wrong move. It made me smile. When I was finally clean, I was laid next to Ren on the island. A large but soft blanket underneath both of us.
Renesmee's hand found mine, her fingers gripping my own. Mom and the other woman cooed at us, their movements precise and gentle as they diapered and dressed us.
I was surprised that neither mom nor the woman thought to put us in matching twin outfits until I remembered up until a few minutes ago, they weren't aware we were twins.
My onesie was white with short sleeves. It said, 'Isn't she lovely,' on the front in elegant pink font with pink pants, a pink bow, and frilly white socks.
Renesmee was wearing the same thing, except her outfit was purple instead of pink and her onesie said 'Marvelous.' Each of us were wrapped in a blanket to match our outfits; pink for me and purple for Ren. Mom cradled me in her arms and carried me into another room.
Looking around, it was a lavish living room. It was empty aside from the four of us, until a Caramel haired woman appeared in front of us. Out of nowhere. She hadn't been standing there when we entered, and the entrance was behind us.
"She's going to need a name," She walked closer and looked down at me with a soft, loving smile. Before her attention shifted to Ren. She gave her the same look. I was too focused on her eyes to care. Unlike moms which were pitch black; hers were golden in color. As bright as my mom's hair.
I had never seen anyone go as far as to wear golden contacts to express their love of twilight. Although after witnessing my sister being named Renesmee…I couldn't deny it.
I was born into a family of Twihards.
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