She played classical music.
She played it to help her sleep.
She played it to drown out the noise, that constant noise that never left her.
The whispers in the night, the low and sorrowful wails of souls that were trapped; stuck between this world, and the next.
Bella Swan, the girl that was rather ordinary in pretty much every other concept, was also very special. She could speak to the dead.
Bella opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Her room was dark, but she could see him out of the corner of her eye. Sitting on the rocking chair, one leg crossed casually over the other, elbow resting on the leg and his hand propping up his head as he stared out the window.
Bella swung her legs of the side of the bed, and fully clothed, pulled herself up off the bed and crossed the room in a swift movement.
"You do realize how insanely inappropriate it is to watch someone sleep, right?" She huffed, straightening up and placing her hands on her hips, cocking an eyebrow as she stared at the young man.
He smirked slightly in response.
"What?" She asked, her voice filled to the brim with irritation.
He turned to look at the young brunette, blinking his blue eyes lazily.
Being dead tends to make us forget common courtesies
"Just because you're a ghost, doesn't mean you can be a creepy stalker." Bella huffed, turning to her bed and flinging herself down on it. She wasn't all that annoyed; honestly she was used to having her privacy taken away by ghosts. Still didn't mean she had to act happy about her visitors.
He chuckled lightly.
I have to say; out of all the people...I'm glad you're the one that can see me...see us.