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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...

A wee bit of lemons, but in a sweet, fluffy way.


7. Chapter 7

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"Edward, what's...uh," Alice began. I continued to talk, yell, shout, whatever I could to get Alice to hear me. She continued to look at me questionably. Edward looked to Alice, then his eyebrow raised.

"Alice can't hear you, May" He told me. I looked at Alice again, mouth wide open. Alice continued to look confused. No, no, no! This just wasn't fair! It wasn't, it wasn't, it wasn't!!!

"Edward," Alice said impatiently. Her topaz eyes squinted a little, while staring at me. I looked back at her with my own large eyes, and I could feel a sob swelling up inside me. I know it was ridiculous to be so frustrated with this, but having Edward hear me was such a revelation to me. I have never known such loneliness before, and now that Edward could see me, having Alice see and hear me would complete my cake. I would be utterly happy, ready to die, knowing that my voice was heard for at least one last time.

"Edward, why is it like this?" I asked. He looked in my general direction.

"First, we must explain. Alice, sit down. We have a long story to tell" Edward sighed as we sat down on the couch.

For the next hour, Edward explain our situation. How we met on the beach, and came back home together. I sat there, trying not to listen to their voices but to observe this house. It was so beautiful, and it fit their personalities quite well. I also looked over Alice. She was so small, she reminded me of Audrey Hepburn, one of my favourite actresses. As she listened, her eyes seemed to slowly grow bigger and bigger. Would she believe it? Would she deny it? Once, long ago, I got carried away with someone and they began to think that they were actually haunted. As he told his friends, they all laughed, saying he was a crazy fool. Eventually he went to a psychic, who told him he is being watched by a friendly being. Pleased with this answer, he carried on with his life. Hopefully Alice would be as accepting.

"But, one thing I am unfamiliar with is May's story," Edward said. Edward and Alice looked over to me. I didn't like the spot light, but I quickly gulped.

"Well, there really isn't much to know," I said slowly. I never wanted him to know about me in the first place. "I was at a party, and a boy I liked, r-raped and murdered on the beaches, then buried in the sea"

Alice looked to Edward, who repeated my story to her. Her eyes widened.

"When?" she asked.

"A long, long time ago. I've been wandering this town for more than 50 years" I said, looking down. Edward repeated what I said to Alice.

"What have you been doing this past time?" Alice asked. I was about to answer, then Edward cut me off.

"Enough questions Alice, we really should be going" Edward said slyly. Alice was about to say something, but stopped herself. She got up, walked to the door, then looked back.

"It was amazing meeting you May," she said with a smile. Then she walked out the door.

"Thank goodness she's gone," Edward sighed as he slumped down the couch.

"Why?" I asked. I liked Alice. She had a quirky air to her, and she accepted who I was, unlike Edward who had freaked out the moment he saw me. One thing that I'll admit was nice was that I didn't have to worry about what I did. As I've said, I loved being seen and heard. But, not having any human connection for an extremely long time, I felt comfortable doing whatever I pleased, especially things that weren't considered polite.

"I couldn't he-, never mind. I just wanted to talk to you" He said, facing me on the couch. I faced him, careful to not touch him.

"Well, what shall we talk about?" I asked casually. Secretly, I was quite pleased to talk to Edward. I still thought he was immaculately handsome.

He looked at me. Well, tried to look at me.

"Tell me about how you look," he said with a smile. My eyebrows went up. From all the trauma from the past to this? Where was this Edward hiding all this time?

"Well, I have dreadfully dull brown hair, boring big eyes, white dress and a small stomach" I said. Truthfully, I thought more of my looks, but that didn't matter now. Sort of.

Edward smiled, "I knew you'd lie. I saw what Alice saw through her thoughts. You're very pretty"

"Thank you," I said politely. On the inside I was ecstatic. This insanely handsome boy thought I was pretty? Why oh why must I have been dead! I could just imagine Edward, down at the lake during the summer. Laughing with me, telling me about the stars. Stroking my hair. Feeling my face.

"So when are we going to meet this Jacob person?" I asked to kill the silence. It was just a little crush, I'd get over him, I repeated to myself.

"Now," He said while looking to his watch. He hopped off the couch, running to the door in human speed. He threw on a sweater, and opened the door. It was misty, a perfect setting in our strange predicament. He opened the car door for me. I smiled as I stepped through, although it wasn't really necessary.

"Are you in?" He asked.

"Yes," I said, a little to flirtatiously. He walked around and hopped in the car. It was a beautiful car, silver and clean. It smelt wonderful, but there were CD's and multiple IPod's scattered everywhere. As he began to drive, he flipped through his IPod until he found a certain song. Moon River, from 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' began to play. It was a beautiful song, along with a beautiful movie. As I began to think about it, I found that I resembled Holly. I was frightened, but secure with my ever changing life. All I needed was my nameless cat and my Paul.

"Moon River, wider than a mile," I began to sing."I'm crossing you in style someday. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,"

"Wherever you're going I'm going your way," Edward continued.

"Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me"

Together we sang until we reached the house. And it was beautiful.