Full Summery: Back in 1902, Bella Swan was born. 16 years later, a tragic accident captures her soul. Only it wasn't very accidental. Now her soul is unable to rest, and she can never leave the grounds of her Victorian house. Time passes, even for ghosts. It's the present day. Edward Cullen's foster brothers dare him to "go spend an entire night in the house on Marin Hill" which, of course, he agrees to. When he gets there, it looks just like some old house: floorboards creaking, moss in the cracks, cobwebs in almost every corner. Except in one room. One special room where everything is eerily clean. At first, Edward thinks that because the doors have been closed for so many years, nothing could get in to ruin it. So he decides to stay in there. He's perfectly at ease. Never better. Until midnight strikes…
I have been in this house for more than 100 years. After the "accident", I have never been able to leave. My soul cannot rest. I have walked these halls ever since I learned to walk, and that was a long time ago.
My story is a sad one: raped and murdered on my sixteenth birthday, just because I would not marry him. I refuse to even think his name, mostly because he can sense when I am thinking of him and what he did to me, and then he comes to tease me about how he is free to roam the world and I am stuck on land that consists of a small graveyard, a few trees, and a small garden somehow all fitting on this one hill: Marin Hill. The name my ancestors gave it.
I know his soul still lives on, also unable to rest. But his for reasons that are for immoral purposes, like what he did to me. I would try to stop him, but I cannot leave the grounds. How his soul is able to roam free, I am not sure. But I know what he does, and it is not right.
I do not know why he cared if I married him or not. Maybe because I was the only girl not interested in him; I was the only one not wooed by his false charm. Or maybe it was because I was in love with Edward. Yes, that is probably it. I loved Edward, not him, which only aggravated him more. That is most likely what caused him to act the way he did. Ugh. Boys and jealousy: something that should really not be together.
I am not scared to think of Edward. He understood what it was like to be…well…to be me. I do not know if his soul is resting. I hope it is. Sometimes, late at night, when I feel lonely or afraid, I close my eyes and talk to him. As if he was really here. But he is not, and that reminder comes up each time the sun rises.
Other times, when I think about Edward, I wonder if his soul didn't rest, if he is still here, looking for me, finding me and taking me to a happier place. But, once again, just a petty daydream. Oh, how I wish it was true, though.
I looked out the window in my little sister's bedroom. The sun was rising once again. I sighed. Time for another day in this house, wishing for just one day that I would be free to roam as he can. But I shan't think of him. I shall only think of the positives.
Would someone care to help me with that list?