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I will haunt you

I didn’t mean to kill myself. I honestly didn’t. Was my jump intentional? I don’t know. Was my jump recreational? I don’t know. I remember that I hardly thought at all. Bella's jump off that cliff was a bit more fatal than she had thought it would be. Now she is a ghost, and no one can see her. Will Bella save Edward from the Volturi? More importantly can she? And what will happen to her afterwards? Chapter 12, last chapter is up!Alternate ending is up!


3. Chapter 3: In the Hospital

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I followed the nurse who wheeled me inside the hospital. She took a quick turn at a sign that said "E.R.", and passed me off to a doctor.

"What's the story?" The baldng man asked the nurse.

"Two boys found her in a river in La Push, one of the boys performed CPR for 7 minutes, but she showed no signs of life."

"How'd she get in the river?"

The nurse looked a little hesitant before answering. "She jumped off a cliff."

"Did she hit any rocks on the way down? Did she hit her head or spine?" The docor continued, as he wheeled me into a room in the E.R.

"No, we checked her in the ambulance. She most likely drowned." The nurse paused for a second. "Her name is Isabella Swan."

The doctor grimaced. "Chief Swan's daughter?" The nurse nodded her head. "She's all he has." The doctor looked down at me sadly and then abruptly called out: "Alright, somebody get an AED!"

Shouldn't he have done that a long time ago?! Jeez, some doctor, I thought.

A nurse quickly took scissors and cut my shirt and bra off of me. I looked away, embarrassed at having my chest bared to everyone in the room. The nurse spread clear gel on my chest as the doctor readied the AED.

"Ready? CLEAR!" He yelled. A shock was distributed through my dead body, but my heart did not react. Didn't they already know I was dead?

"Ok, again! One, two, three...CLEAR!" Again another shock did nothing to start my stilled heart. I looked down in sadness. My death would kill Charlie inside.

The doctor repeated the shock again two more times but it did nothing. "I'm calling it." He stated sadly.

"Isabella Swan, age 18, declared dead at 1:45 P.M, on April 5th." She stated for someone with a pen and paper.

I felt a cold shock go through me. What had I done? I killed myself unintentionally. KILLED myself.

"Has someone called Chief Swan?" The doctor asked tiredly.

"Yes, he's in the lobby."

The doctor looked anguished as he replied. "I-I...guess I'll go tell him."

Oh, no. Charlie. This would kill him, it honestly would. This has to be a nightmare, it HAS to be. Please be a nightmare. Please be a nightmare. Please be a nightmare. I heard somebody walk near me and I looked up. It was Jake.

He looked awful. His faces was all blotchy as if he had been crying, and his eyes were puffy. He was still wet from the dive into the river, and he was dripping on the floor.

"Would you like a towel, honey?" A helpful nurse asked.

He shook his head. "Can I have a minute with Bella?" He looked anguished. The nurse looked like she was about to protest, but she took one look at his pleading, agonized face. She nodded and swiftly left the room.

He walked up to my body and clutched my cold, dead hand. "Bella," he croaked, a sob breaking his voice, "I'm sorry! Bella, I'm sorry I'm a failure, I failed you. You died, and it's all my fault." He said with self-loathing.

I walked up. "Jake! It wasn't your fault. I jumped, remember? It's not your fault!" I repeated.

He went on as if he hadn't heard me. "I'm sorry I didn't come soon enough. I'm sorry I promised to take you cliff diving, this is all my fault."

"Jake-" I put my hand on his shoulder. Jacob shuddered and looked up in my general vicinity. He looked at the dead me, and then back up. He shook his head and muttered something I couldn't hear.

At that moment, Sam walked in. I jumped back and dropped my hand. He placed his hand on Jake's shoulder, where mine was. "Jake, there was nothing you could do. She was gone before you even pulled her out of the water." Sam said soothingly.

"No," Jake spitted, "it IS my fault. All my fault...all of it. I promised her I would take her cliff diving."

"But she went without you. She didn't wait for you. It isn't your fault." He steered Jake away from my body. "Come on, let's go comfort Charlie."

"Hold on." Sam looked at Jake for a second, and then left. Jake turned back to me. "Bella, I'm sorry. No matter what anybody says, I know it was my fault. I'll remember you forever, Bella. Forever." He repeated sadly. "I love you Bells." He kissed me on the forehead, then reluctantly left the room.

I let out a little cry in pain."Jake! I'm not dead, I'm right here!" I wanted to call out, but I knew he couldn't here me.


I walked out into the lobby to see how Charlie was. He was bent over in pain, crying. He seemed not to care that everybody was watching the chief of police cry, and he didn't seem to notice the circle of people around trying to comfort him. I took a step back. I didn't want to see my dad this way. I had caused him so much pain, pain that I could never repent. I quickly turned and bolted in the other direction, out the doors of the hospital.

I clenched my eyes tight as I ran, and found that I couldn't cry. What's wrong with me? All of the sudden, I ran into something hard and fell backwards on my butt. What the-?

I looked up and shrieked in terror. A man stood before me. I looked away. He looked horrible. There was blood oozing down in a trail from a wound in his chest. A knife was stuck in his chest. There was blood everywhere. I shrieked again.

"Hey, you don't look too pretty yourself, missy." He said angrily.

"What?" I said, confused." You can hear me and see me?"

He gave a harsh laugh. "Sure can."