Renesmee & Jacob
Chapter 4

I could feel the tears running down my face from the pain. I was surprised that no one came running out of the house. Maybe we were to far away. Or maybe no one was in.
  I could feel the blood pooling around my wound and on my shirt.
I couldn’t breathe for a short amount of time as I looked into Nahuel’s eyes. They were filled with horror, lust, and hatred.
   “Nahuel? What have you done?! I’m bleeding!” I chocked out. I had heard the phrase being stabbed in the back as a betrayal but I never thought that it would actually happen to me actually having a dagger stabbed into my back.
   “You betrayed me, Renesmee.” He murmured, still looking down at me while I was doubled over in pain on the floor.
   “I don’t understand. How have I betrayed you? Please help me understand why you have done this.” I begged. It shocked me at how calm I was on the surface, but on the inside I was in agony and terrified that I would die. I didn’t even know if I could die. What would happen to Jacob if I did die? He would be destroyed; he would try to kill himself like my daddy tried to do, when he thought Bella was dead.
   “You kissed the vile werewolf! You said you loved him!” he tried to conceal the disgust in his voice but failed.
   “I still don’t understand!” I wailed, squeezing my eyes shut in pain. “Why would that matter to you?”
   “I have told you so many times, Nessie.” He sighed forlorn. “I have never met anyone like you before and I love you. I have for a long time and you know that you love me too. More than that Werewolf.”
   “Nahuel! I love Jacob!”
He stepped so that his hand was on the dagger in my back, and pushed it further in. I screamed really high-pitched that he covered his ears. I knew that anyone in a two-mile radius would hear me. Hopefully that meant Jacob too.
  He covered my mouth and I fell onto my front my face facing the grass beneath me.
  “I really wish you would change your mind. I wish I didn’t have to kill you.” He said tears in his voice. I could see my blood on the floor pooling in a gory mess around my body. I couldn’t fell anything below my torso. There was just so much pain I felt paralysed.
    “Goodbye, my dear sweet Renesmee.” He whispered. He was sitting on my back with his hand still on the dagger. I could tell that if he pushed it even further in then my body would not be able to handle it.
   In the distance I could hear very fast running closing in. I was sure that Nahuel hadn’t heard it.
  I felt the dagger slice further into my back and I screamed again but this time it was fading out into the distance. I was blacking out. Through the fog my brain had materialized up I heard many snarls and roars. I felt Nahuel fly of my back as he was hit, and the gasp of shock and pain that belonged to someone I loved but the fog was too heavy and I fell under into the blackness.