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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!


4. Chapter 4: I'm a ghost!

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I quickly picked myself up off the ground, and stood up. Bloody man was staring down at me intensely, and it was making me a tad bit uncomfortable. From where I stood, and because of my height, Bloody man's knife was sticking right in my face. I looked up at him, then looked quickly away, afraid to make eye contact. I had never been fond of blood, and this guy was bathed in it. It made me a little sick to look at him. My eyes flickered back to the knife stuck squarely in his chest.

"Why don't you pull that out?" I asked hesitantly.

He gave another harsh laugh. "Have you tried drying yourself off yet?" I looked down at myself. I was, in fact, still very wet. He saw my confused expression and continued impatiently. "I died with it in, it's going to stay in until I leave this world. It won't come out. Just like you'll keep on dripping water until you leave this Earth. Got it?"

I nodded, still slightly confused. "You're dead?" I asked.

He looked at me oddly. "Uhh, yeah. So are you, genius."


Bloody man looked at me incredulously. "Well, aren't you calm about your own death."

"Well, I already know this is all a dream. So whatever you say to me doesn't really matter. I'll be waking up soon."

"Dream! This ain't no dream!" He thundered. "This is the real deal! You're dead. Gone. You've kicked the bucket! Croaked! Bit the dust!"

"Right, sure." I replied, skeptical.

"You don't believe me?!" He laughed. "Just you wait. When you find out that you can't wake up, then you'll know this ain't no dream."

This isn't a nightmare? No, no. It has to be. Why should I believe him? I decided to switch gears, because he seemed so insistent on the fact that I'm dead. "So, why am I here then? You know, since I'm dead and all."

"Well...you usually have to do something. Something you left undone."

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Well, unfinished business and whatnot. But for most, you have to kill the person who murdered you." He added brightly.

"But I wasn't murdered." I quipped.

He looked at me incredulously again. "What do you mean? You had to have been murdered. I've never heard of a ghost that WASN'T murdered. It just isn't done."

"Well, I wasn't."

"Did you commit suicide?" He said angrily. Though for what reason, I couldn't fathom.

"No, I jumped off a cliff-" I started.

"Sounds like suicide to me."

"No, it was for recreational purposes only. I just didn't take into account the storm that was going on."

He still looked like he didn't believe me, but decided to let it go. "Maybe you were murdered, and don't remember. Though it's kind of early for that. Heck, I've been dead for two years, and I can still remember how I died."

"I KNOW how I died. And what do you mean by "though it's kind of early for that"?" I said slowly.

"Well, ghosts kind of...forget things. Except for who murdered them. We'll never forget that."

"What do we forget?" I said, surprised.

"Well," he paused, looking at me oddly." Family, friends, our names, basically our whole life. I can't remember my name." He added sadly.

What?! I would forget my family and friends! I don't want to! I started to panic silently. I didn't want to forget anything about my life. I looked up at Bloody man to see him looking down at me sadly.

"There aren't many of us, girl, but we're all over the place. My suggestion to you, is to forget about leaving this world. It hardly ever happens. What you should do is find yourself a nice place to haunt. A big house, a lake, a school. Heck, I haunt these here woods!"

I looked around me. We were, in fact, in the woods. That means I was close to my house. I began to back away from Bloody man as he continued talking.

"The way I see it, girl, if you're going to kill someone, kill the person who killed you. I don't care what you say, you were murdered. I hope you find out who murdered you, so you can get revenge....but don't get your hopes up. Once you're a ghost, you stay a ghost."

I turned around and fled. Bloody man was staring after me moodily, and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He was pessimistic and cynical, no wonder he'd never leave this world. I faced forward and kept on running. I was amazed at how fast I was, and how I hadn't tripped yet. I looked down at my feet. Oh, that's why. My feet stepped forward, but they didn't exactly touch the ground. I floated. Well, kind of. I looked back up. I had reached my house. I floated up the steps and stretched my hand out towards the doorknob. It fell through. Dang it.

I decided to try out my new ghosty powers. I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a few steps forward. I opened my eyes. Well, what do you know, I thought as I walked down the hallway. Suddenly, I heard a beautiful voice coming from my livingroom. It was a soprano voice that sounded like ringing bells. It was lovely. I stood there for a few minutes, savoring the extraordinary sound. Then, realization hit me. That voice could only belong to one person. I ran fast towards the livingroom and stopped at the door. What I saw shocked me. I'm sure that if I were human, I would have fainted by now.

"Charlie. I'm really sorry. We're all going to miss her." The owner of the beautiful voice said. Charlie had his head in his hands, sobbing.

"Why did she commit suicide?" She whispered.

Charlie lifted his head and locked his red eyes on her. "Alice, I don't think her intention was to kill herself. Jacob said people down in La Push jump from that cliff all the time, for fun."

Alice still looked skeptical but she decided not to press it. "Charlie, will you let my family and I help you plan the funeral?"

Charlie winced. "I would love that, Alice. Just don't bring Him here. I don't ever want to see his face again." Alice nodded.

Alice's head suddenly snapped up, and she stared off into the distance."Edward." She whispered.

Charlie grimaced. "Don't even say his name!"

Alice shook her head and looked at Charlie. "Sorry. Look Charlie, I have to go catch a flight. I'm sorry. Take care." She walked forward and gave him a hug.

"Bye, Alice." He said sadly.

Alice walked out of the room quickly. By the way she was acting, I could tell something was wrong. Her vision must have been bad. I followed Alice out the door, and felt a pang of guilt at leaving a heart broken Charlie behind. I ran back and tried to hug Charlie, but I just passed through him. Sighing, I went to go catch up with Alice. Alice was already in the car, so I followed. Her hands clenched the wheel and she lowered her head. With a movement so quick that I could hardly see it, she whipped out her cellphone. She punched in some numbers and waited for a few seconds.

"Rose!" She shouted. "Why did you tell him?! Why?!" She paused for a second. "Go back to normal? You should have known that nothing would go back to normal if Bella died!"

There was another pause, and I waited tensely, Alice was obviously talking to Rosalie.

"Well, you know what, Rosalie? You made a mistake. He's going to Italy." I gasped. Oh no. Edward wouldn't. HE WOULDN'T!

"Save your sorrow for someone who believes it." She slammed the phone shut and lowered her head again.

"Bella, why did you do this?!" She asked quietly. I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. Her head snapped up, and she looked at me. I mean, DIRECTLY at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she could see me.

"Alice," I began, "I didn't mean to kill myself. I honestly didn't. I'm sorry for causing everyone so much pain." I said contritely.

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "B-Bella?"