"Go away!" I hissed and the woman standing in front of me.

"You have to help me!" She insisted. "There is a box; you must get it to my husband!" She exclaimed, following me into my room.

"Go away!!" I hissed again, hoping to drive the point home.

"You want me to leave, love?" Edward asked from my bed, hurt. I jumped and placed my hand over my fast beating heart as if it would slow it down, "No, not you, there was a . . . a fly" I finished lamely.

He chuckled, "come join me," and I smiled, almost forgetting about the middle aged woman who had been hassling me for the past three days. I lay down next to Edward and he put his arms around me, holding me against him. I smiled and soon fell asleep. I woke up at six am, to an empty bed and a note. It read,

Bella, I have gone hunting with Jasper, I will be back in time to pick you up for school.
I will see you soon, I love you.


I smiled and read over the letter again. "Please, you must help me!" the women pleaded, suddenly appearing in my room.

"Don't you ever sleep?!" I whined, frustrated.

"No, I don't. And since I don't need to eat or rest, I can keep asking you for the rest of your life," she said cheekily.

"I told you! I cannot help you!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air.

"I just need you to get the box to my husband!" she demanded, also frustrated.

"The box is in LA, okay, and if you haven't noticed, we are in Washington! And I am still in high school! I can't just go galloping across the country" I said the last part softly; this was a half truth since Alice would have been more than willing to escort me anywhere- no matter the distance.

"Please" she whispered, her eyes pleading.

"I wish I could help you, but I can't so . . . . I'm sorry" I said.

She nodded despondently. "Sorry for causing you any trouble." And with that she disappeared.

I flopped back down and stared at the ceiling for an entire five minutes until I stood up and walked to my closet, dressing in a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt.

I had just finished my cereal when I heard a car pull up and Edward came in. I dumped my bowl in the sink and went to the door to greet him. He picked my bag up for me and we walked to the car in silence. "Are you okay, love?" he asked, noticing.

I just nodded automatically and rested my forehead against the window. I really felt bad I couldn't help that woman. "You don't look okay" he pressed.

"I'm fine!" I snapped, and instantly regretted it; I was never short with Edward. He looked at me hurt and nodded. "I'm sorry, it's just . . ." I couldn't figure out a good excuse for snapping at Edward so I just let the sentence hang. I could normally help the ones who came to me, but this one, I just couldn't do anything. I let out a shaky breath.

"Please, Bella you are not alright. Please tell me," he urged as he parked the Volvo. I know it was stupid hiding my 'gift' from Edward; hell, he could read minds, and his sister could see the future. But I just couldn't tell him. I don't know why but I just couldn't. Every time I came close, I chickened out at the last moment, afraid he would have me committed.


I sat at my desk flipping through my history book, wondering how much of it was false. And if I should just go to Carlisle who had lived through most, if not all, the things I learned about in this dull subject. My desk lamp flickered and I glared at it as if it would fix it. Suddenly, my book was gone and I huffed, irked.

"Damn" I muttered, "Hello?" I called out. "Don't be afraid, I can help you." I said softly to the preternatural being haunting my room.

"Nobody can help me" a wind chime voice of a child called out of my room.

"I can," I said truthfully.

A girl appeared in front of me then, her blonde hair mattered in blood, and she had a cut from her hair line to her collar bone which was stitched up. Her eyes had no colour; they were completely white, the absence of pupils shocking me. Her clothes were covered in blood and the left arm was twisted in a sickening way. I resisted the urge to scream and cover my eyes.

"He did this to me!" she screeched, and the lights started to flicker.

"Who?" I asked as calmly as possible.

"He did!" she exclaimed, getting angrier as all the books fell from my book case and my desk lamp light burst. And then she was gone.

I sighed and started to pick up my books, placing them back on the bookcase, hoping that there wouldn't be a repeat performance- my books were battered enough as it was. I walked to the hallway closet and grabbed the pan and brush and started to sweep up the glass on my desk.

She couldn't have been any older than eight when she died. And she was angry; hell if I had been murdered at that age I would be an angry ghost too. I looked at the clock; it was 9pm, and as if on cue, Edward's arms came around my waist unexpectedly. I jumped in surprise at the sudden contact.

"Hello, love" he said and kissed my head sweetly.

"Did your lamp break?" he asked, gesturing to the pile of glass on my desk. I sighed.

"Yeah, it did." I said lamely.

"I'll clean that up for you." He said and moved me towards the bed. He was gone in a flash and so was the glass. I lay back on the bed thinking about the girl. Who killed her? Was she from around here or somewhere far away, like the last one? I really hoped that I could help her; she was just a child and didn't even get the chance to experience middle school. I got under the covers and Edward came over and pulled me into his arms lulling me to unconsciousness.


I looked around; I was in a room, a child's bedroom, a little girl's room by the look of the pink walls and the neatly organized box of Barbie dolls. I looked in the mirror and rather than my own draping mahogany hair, I had long flowing blonde hair. I looked to be around 8 years old. I looked around the room once more and ran to the single window. I looked out and there was a busy street below, and a little cafe called 'Late Art'.

"Oh, Nicky!" I heard a male voice called out. "Where are you!?" Some part of me was very afraid, afraid of this man.

"Mummy's at work so it's just you and me this afternoon." He said coming into the room. His voice sounded innocent but there was a twist of angry behind his tone.

"There you are." He sneered.

"NO! Go away!" I said trying to swat him away pathetically as he grabbed me.

"You will do as I say Nicky!" The man roared slapping me across the face. I sobbed and tears trailed down my face, as I struggled and cried as he dragged me away, my face soon becoming stained with tears.

Edward woke me up by shaking me gently. "Bella, are you okay?" he demanded, the flawless face etched with worry wrinkles.

I sat up and rubbed my hands against the smooth and damp skin on my face; I looked up and saw the girl standing at the end of my bed. I looked down again and rubbed my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he repeated and I nodded weakly.

"Just, a . . . bad dream." I said. Looking back up, she was gone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, brushing some hair away from my clammy face.

I shook my head no. "No, no, this is something I need to figure out on my own." I said, laying back down. This was the first time something like this had happened; I'd had small things happen like an elderly women who wanted me to tell her granddaughter she loved her. Then there was this dog, who I didn't figure out was a ghost until he ran through a tree. Needless to say, he still hung around, and I even named him Buddy.

I laid back down with Edward who I could tell that I was still anxious. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I was going to tell Edward the truth. I also decided then and there that if Alice saw this and told Edward before I did, then I would burn her shoes. And with the decision made, I fell asleep.

A/N: Thank you for reading! And thank you to my Awesome Beta, edwardsfavoritebrunette, check out her stories!