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New story! I don't know where I got the inspiration from but I was just out for recess trying to bear with the cold and the snow, and I guess the snow that was coming down at me gave me this idea. I'm not going to be giving any more hints about the pairings. It could either be Paul with Suze, Jesse with Suze, or somebody else with Suze, and last, just Suze. This is after Twilight, by the way.

"Who are you?" I whispered. "Why are you always here?"

"Because I care for you," the voice answered.

"You care for me? You don't even know me!"

"Suze, Suze, Suze, what am I going to do with you?" the voice gave a laugh. "I know a heck lot more about you more than you think."

"Suze? Who the hell is Suze?" I asked.

"You are, Suze." the voice stopped for a minute, then said, "Well, actually, your real name is Susannah Simon."

"Susannah Simon?" I repeated. "NO. That can't be! My real name is Amanda Smith! People call me Amy."

"No, your real name is Suze or Susannah. Which ever you prefer, okay?"

"And why should I believe you?" I said. "I don't even know you. You've always been here ever since I got admitted t-to," I looked around. "-to this place. You're always saying things in my head and I've never even seen you! Not even once."

"Come on, Suze…"

"My name is Amy!"

"Okay, Amy, you know me…we are best friends."

"Best friend? No, my best friend is Lucy!"

"Lucy?" the voice gave another harsh laugh. "You think that your best friend is Lucy? She's just a nurse here in Carmel Hospital. You think she's your best friend because she was here the first time you got admitted. And no, you have other best friends. Remember CeeCee, Gina, Adam, and Je-"

"Who was the last one?"

"It's nobody."

"Who are you?"

"Your friend"

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Because I know you…"

"I don't know you, though." I sighed. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, sure"

"Why am I seeing gray people around this place? I mean, what's that all about? Because Lucy's not grey, nor is the doctor who comes in my room to check up on me."

"I can not tell you that, you have to figure it out all by yourself."

"Okay, then. So, why do you talk to me again?"

"WHY! You're asking me WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SUZE!" it said, angrily.

"You lo-love me?" I stuttered.

"Yes, I do! But you didn't love me back! You loved someone else and here I am trying to help you cope, because I do not want you to be alone!"

"But I am, alone, I mean. I don't know anyone. And I'm sure that no one loves, also, I doubt anyone misses me at all."

"You are so wrong, Suze…" it said soothingly, and then shouted, "You are wrong! VERY WRONG YOU FOOL."

The voice seems so familiar but I just can't place it. I feel as if I've heard it somewhere before. I do know though that it is a male voice. At times, it would be really sweet but most of the time, it'd just say harsh things, shouting at me…

"My name is Amanda Smith!" I hissed. "Not Suze or Susannah Simon. Got it?"

"Look Suze, or Amy," the voice said, realizing his mistake. "I can't come often anymore. I'm sorry for what I did to you, it's my fault…I shouldn't have…"

"What did you to me?"

"Nothing, Suze, just forget it alright!"

"…what happened? Tell me, please."

"NOTHING!" he shouted.

I cried.

"I'm sorry, good bye Suze, Amy…whatever."

"NO!" I shouted. "You said you'd never leave me! I thought you loved me! You said you were always going to be there for me! You lied to me…why?"

He lied to me…I repeated the same four words over and over again and cried myself to sleep. I know I'd never hear from him again. Though it's rude most of the time, his voice was the only one who was keen enough to know me, besides Lucy.

"Suze," Paul yelled. "Shift! Do it now! It's your only chance!"

Jesse had turned and was kicking at the planks that made up the closest wall. The boards shuddered under the assault.

Shift? My mind seemed to be working only murkily, maybe due to all the smoke. But it didn't seem like I could shift just then. What about Jesse? I couldn't leave Jesse. I hadn't gone to all this trouble to save him from Diego just to have him die in a barn fire.

"Suze," Paul yelled once more. "Shift! I'm doing it too. I'll meet you on the other side!"

Other side? What was he talking about? Was he insane?

Oh, right, He was Paul. Of course he was insane.

I heard a crash. Then Jesse was taking my hand.

"We're going to have to jump," he said, his face very close to mine.

I felt something cool lick my face. Air. Fresh air. I turned my head and saw that Jesse had kicked out enough boards in the barn wall for a person to squeeze through.

"Do you understand me Susannah?" Jesse's face was very close to mine. Close enough to kiss me. Why didn't he kiss me? "We'll jump together, on the count of three."

I felt him reach out and grab me by the waist, bringing me close to him.

"One…"

I could feel his heart drumming hard against mine. Only how was that possible? Jesse's heart had stopped beating 150 years ago.

"Two…"

Hot flames were licking my heels. It was very warm.

"Three…"

And then we were flying through the air. Not because he was kissing me, I realized. No, because we were flying through the air.

And as if the fresh cool wind had cleared the smoke from my brain, I realized what was happening. Jesse and I were falling towards the ground, which looked so far away.

And so I did the only thing I could. I clung to him for my dear life, closed my eyes, and thought of home. I shifted.

I woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night. My heart beating rapidly fast. What was that dream all about? Who were those men? And what's shifting? I do know for a fact that in that dream, a man called me Suze, telling me to shift and the other man calling me Susannah, saying that we'd have to jump. The girl looked very much like me, but no…my name is Amanda, not Suze or Susannah. Just like what the voice told me, that my name is Susannah or Suze, I mean. I called the two men Paul and Jesse. All I saw were blank faces but it seemed as if I knew them, like really knew them. And Jesse…who was he? I felt so safe with him while with Paul, I felt so scared.

"Amanda, wake up, darling." A female voice pleaded. "Amy, get up now, I have a special surprise for you…." Someone was shaking me.

I got up and looked around. I can see the sun shining through my window. "What time is it?"

"11:30, in the morning." Lucy answered.

"Is it really that early?" I sighed. "What day is it today?"

"Friday, June the 3rd."

"Okay…can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. What is it?"

"How long have I been here?" I asked. "In this hospital, I mean."

She stopped fussing around the room and turned to face me. "Do you really want to know?" she asked.

I nodded.

She sighed, a big one, actually. "6 months."

"I've been here for six months…?"

"Yes, Amy. Now get up and go take a shower."

I wasn't listening. I stayed frozen at the foot of my bed. All I could think about was why I've been in this place for so long and why no one came to get me. "Why? What happened to me?"

She suddenly turned pale. It didn't seem like a good idea any more since it might be some bad news. "Do you really want to know?"

I nodded and managed to swallow the lump in my throat.

She was about to say something. I swear it, but then the phone in my room started ringing. Couldn't have been more a bad timing…

"Hello?" Lucy said into the phone.

"Uh-huh. Okay, it is!" Her eyes wide open. "That's awesome! Okay, I'll tell her the good news. How old is she going to be?"

She just kept on nodding her head, I'm not sure if she and the speaker are talking about me.

"They are? Okay then, I'll get her ready and we'll be out in an hour or so. Bye."

She put the phone back to its cradle.

"What was that all about?" I asked her, with one of my eyebrows up.

"Nothing, I told you before that it is a surprise. Now go on take a shower and get ready. I'll be out her waiting, we need to make you look all pretty and stuff."

"Why?"

"Go on," she waved her arms frantically to the door leading to my bathroom. "C'mon, Amy, JUST GO. You'll see."

"Fine," I shrugged and headed to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and studied my face. I have emerald-green eyes which look like a murky color. I have pretty good skin and a fair complexion. I'm not going to say I'm beautiful but I'm not hideous either. You can say that I'm just your average American teenage girl, I guess. Well, a little bit more than average. Also, I have layered hair which goes down to the small of my back. I sighed; thinking about the surprise is really ticking me off. I undressed and got in the shower. While I was shampooing my hair, a voice said, "Suze…" I turned around but no one was there.

"It's you again. And my name's not Suze, its Amy." I said. "Now leave me alone."

"I don't think so." the voice exclaimed. "I kind of like the view from here."

"Ew. You pervert! GO AWAY!"

"Fine, Suze, or Amy. Be like that. Bye Bye. And remember, I still love you."

And he was gone. I just stood there, hot water pouring down on me. Whoever he is, he loves me.

Enough Amy, you don't even know him. Don't think just because he said he loves you means that you have to like him. 10 minutes later, I rinsed and got out of the shower.

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"Lucy, do I really have to wear this?" I said. I was looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror Lucy brought down to my room while I was taking a shower. The dress I'm currently wearing is pretty but I don't know. It just seemed too fancy for my liking, even though it is only a black halter dress which hung just right below my knees.

"Are you kidding? You love that dress! And it's yours too did you know that? Oh yeah, here's the shoes you're going to be wearing and it's also yours." She said and handed me a pair of black strappy sandals, which looked too sexy.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked while putting on the strappy sandals which I'm currently having difficulties with.

"You'll see, it's a very nice surprise," Lucy replied. "Here let me help you with that." She helped me put on the sandals. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror again.

"My hair's such a mess and it's still wet…" I complained.

"Not when I'm done with you," she said. "Now, sit your butt down on this chair and just wait." Lucy dragged me down to the chair, my back to the mirror.

Thirty minutes later she was done. "Now, look at you. I did such a good job." Lucy finished. "Go look at my wonderful work yourself." She turned my chair around so it was facing the mirror again.

What I saw surprised me. I actually looked…good. Better than what I've looked like for months, I didn't even recognize myself at first. My hair was blown out and my make-up was done in brown hued colors that don't clash with my pale skin.

"I look good." I turned to face Lucy. "Thank you so much!"

"Now now, we need to get going, or we're going to be late. We wouldn't want to keep those people waiting." With that, she walked out the door.

"Fine…" I grumbled, following after her.

We got to her car and she started the ignition. "So, are you excited?" she asked.

"How can I be when I don't even know where we're going?"

"Just sit back and relax." She drove off, and I did, sit back and relax, I mean.

We were driving along a strangely familiar place but I just couldn't quite place exactly where I've seen it. "Where are we heading?" I asked.

"The Pebble Beach Hotel and Golf Resort," Lucy answered.

"I've been meaning to ask you about Jack. He tells me that you told him he's a medium." Paul said to me while we were in the hotel's parking lot.

"Mediator," I corrected.

"Whatever," he said. "I guess you must think making fun of someone who has a mental disorder is pretty amusing, huh Suze?"

"I do not think your brother has a mental disorder," I said defensively.

"Oh, don't you?" Paul looked all knowing. "He tells you he's seeing dead people and you think he's playing with full deck?"

I shook my head. "Jack might be able to see dead people, Paul. You don't know. I mean, you can't prove he can't see dead people."

Oh, brilliant argument, Suze.

"Suze," Paul said, looking at me all searchingly. He snorted. "Please. Dead people? You really believe that? You really believe that my brother, Jack, can see –can speak- to the dead?

"I've heard of weirder things." I said.

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't be encouraging him," Paul said. "It's probably the worst thing you can do, according to the doctors."

"Yeah?" I was getting kind of pissed off now. I mean, what did Paul Slater know about anything anyway? Just because his father is a brain surgeon and can afford a week to the Pebble Beach Hotel and Golf Resort doesn't make him right all the time. "Well, Jack seems pretty fine to me. You might even learn a thing or two from him, Paul. At least, he has an open mind."

Paul just shook his head in disbelief. "What are you saying, Suze? That you believe in ghost?"

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I do. What about you, Paul? Do you believe in ghost?"

His curled upper lip was all the reply I needed.

"Amy, aren't you coming out?" Next thing I knew, we were parked in the same parking lot I just saw. That was freaky. And why is 'Paul' calling me Suze? And his brother can see dead people? I must have a screw loose or something. I mean, who believes in ghost? And why in the hell am I telling a blank faced guy whose name is Paul, by the way, that I believe in dead people, or worst, GHOST.

"Amy?"

"Yeah?"

"Get out, we're here."

Sure enough, we are. The same one I just saw in what may be some kind of flash back or something, or déjà vu of some sort. I got out of the car and looked around. "So, where are we heading next?"

"We're heading to the reception hall, where they're celebrating a party."

"Who's party?"

"You'll see," She said and grinned.

We went inside the building and she asked the man handling the desk where the room reserved under the name 'Susannah Simon' is. Susannah Simon…isn't that what the voice told me my name was? And what Jesse called me? This is just getting weirder and weirder.

The man led us to the hallway and up to a huge door. "Here it is, enjoy, Miss Simon." He said to me.

Wait, did he just call me? No…I must be hallucinating.

Lucy rang a weird shaped doorbell and opened the door.

"Surprise!" Everyone in the room shouted. "Happy 18th birthday, Suze!"

Suze? Why the hell do these people think my name's Suze? All I could say was, "Who is Suze? I'm not Suze. My name's Amanda, Amanda Smith, or Amy, whichever you prefer." Of course, I said that in a polite manner.

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