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I'm Gone

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80 years ago, a young girl was raped and murdered on the shores of a beach in Forks. She becomes a ghost, which only the animals can see and hear. Now, she haunts that shore, whispering poetry into peoples minds and swimming with the fish. But, when she finds that only different people can see her, to what extent will she go to to get one of them to find her body and let her rest in peace?
You never know, she might get side tracked along the way...

BellaxJacob,AlicexJasper,RosexEmmett,Edwardx???
A wee bit of lemons, but in a sweet, fluffy way.


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1. Chapter 1

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I remember it very clearly, which is strange for some ghosts. I was at party. The year was... 19...1924. Yup, that was it. 1924, and what a party it was. It was the last day of high school, so everyone was excited. I went to St. Judith’s School for the Orphaned Girls.

It doesn’t sound amazing, but it was pretty good there. We had nice rooms and lots of work, but the boy’s school was just across the street, so we never complained. Anyways, it was the last day and since it was our last year of high school, we were legally aloud to go. So we all went down to the lake in Jimmy’s motor car, and danced and danced and danced.

It was a superb evening, with the town of Fork’s lights glowing softly with the indigo background. The lake shimmered with the moon’s reflection and the sky twinkled with stars, which was exciting, because usually it would have been sloppy and wet.

And I was also especially excited because Ivan, one of the boys from the orphanage from across the street would be coming. He and I... well, we flirted quite a bit, and I always put on my nice bows and shined my shoes extra well whenever the boy’s orphanage came.

He always touched me though, and always asked for me to come to his room. But I was a coward, so I would always reply ‘another time’. I was a bit worried, but I brushed it off.

So, in the midst of the heat and dancing, he asked me to come with him to the shore. We walked over, and he kissed me. He began to touch my dress, in a way that suggested something. I remember wearing my white dress, with my hair flying loose. Many girls then had there hair cut short, but I preferred mine long and wavy.

I began to push him off, when he grabbed my arm. He did it in such a way that made my toes prickle and my heart drop. He threw me into the sand, and ripped my clothes off...well, you get the picture.

After he was done, I was sobbing and trying to forget, forget and forget. I wanted to rewind time, and make all the pain and tears go away. I was surprised nobody could hear me, for I was practically screaming. He then kicked me hard in the gut, making me yelp loudly in pain. He stamped his foot into my mouth, crushing my jaw.

He held it there, making my face turn purple and my lungs shrivel up into little raisins. Then, with one final stomp, he killed me. It is such an amazing feeling, dying. Even though it is terrible, it is quite an experience. It was like God pitied me, and turned of the pain switch and put on the happiness one. It began in my toes and my head, and went crept in to my heart.

Then, when the warm glowing came to my heart, all I could hear was the wind and the beach, I could smell the sea water and I could feel the sand around me. No pain, no hurt and no tears. Just happiness. Suddenly, in the midst of this amazing feeling, I could feel as though I was being picked up, but a big strong hand. I could swear on my spirit that it was God who was getting me. Like he was saying ‘It will be fine’.

Then I saw myself. I floated right above Ivan and my dead body. I had never seen anything so ... evil. It was like a demon from hell. When Ivan saw my body was unresponsive, he kicked it to the side and stared out into the ocean.

I looked down at my body, horrified with what he had down. I was partly naked, with my pretty white dress strewn around. My rustic gold brown hair was a mess, flying in all directions yet clumped together at the same time. My face was white as paper with a purplish tinge to it. My usually gold brown eyes, the same colour as my hair, were a pale brown. I had never pitied or felt as bad as I felt that day.

I looked up to see light, like it was a sunny day. I tried to float up, but it was as if a glass wall. Like I was caged.