Ghost Whisperer

Summary: We all know Bella is different. From the second Bella turned 21 she was able to see ghosts that nobody saw. Now, Bella solves the Cullen/Whitlock Ghostly problems so that they can be given a second chance at living.

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The second I turned 21 was the scariest moment of my life. At exactly 6:36 at night, all of a sudden, people appeared.

Not just people.

Dead people.

I did not notice the person who first appeared as I sat alone in my dorm room wishing a birthday wish as I ate a cupcake I had bought from the university cafeteria.

Chocolate cake with blue frosting never tasted the same.

I never told anyone about my new sight. What was I supposed to say? 'Hey Mom, I want to talk to you. Guess what? I see dead people'

I'm sure that would go down well.

So when I met the first of the Cullen ghost clan I was not as surprised as one would think one would be for someone who saw a ghost.

"Gah!" I said as I opened my apartment door and came face to face with a young blonde man.

"Hello Isabella" the ghostly figure said.

"Hi" I said as I attempted to calm my heart.

The man walked through my apartment to stand in the living room; he looked expectantly at me as he waited for me to follow.

"My name is Carlisle" he said with his arms behind his back.

I stuck out my hand for him to shake, he quirked an eyebrow and smiled. I blushed and returned my hand to my side. I always forget that touching things is not a ghost's strong suit.

I sat on my couch as I waited for him to explain his life story and why he thinks he did not pass on.

He quickly explained his life story to me. He lived in the 16th century, his father was a minister, out to get silly nonexistent vampires. He never got married and followed in his father's footsteps as a minister. Eventually he died of a disease…cancer he thought.

He believed that the reason why he didn't pass on was because he never got married.

"Married?" I asked "That's why?"

"I believe so"

"Hmmm" I thought as I comprehended the story he told me.

"How am I supposed to fix that?" I pondered.

Carlisle shrugged.

There has got to be more to it. I really don't think that was his problem.

Suddenly I got an idea.

"Did you ever take any really big risks?" I asked.

Carlisle took a moment to think to himself and slowly he said "Noooo…"

"Maybe you need to take a risk?" I suggested.

Carlisle nodded slowly "How should we handle this?"

I thought for a moment and decided to take him to go cliff diving at La Push.

I took Carlisle to my car and he got in, but not after taking a moment to make sure the car was safe to use.

We drove about 10 minutes until I pulled over near the edge of the road about three hundred feet from the cliff.

Carlisle walked silently next to me as we approached the ledge. He looked hesitantly over the edge "I don't know about this…"

"It can't hurt" I told him "Your already dead, after all"

He nodded, curled his feet over the edge, and jumped.

As I waited for him to either come back and tell me it didn't work or him to disappear from my life forever, I noticed a women, ghost of course, sobbing while sitting on the edge of the cliff.

I walked over to her and sat cross legged behind her. I waited for her to notice me, I didn't want to interrupt. Besides, if I did try to touch her, she wouldn't feel it anyway.

I shifted my weight and the women stopped sobbing to turn around and looked at me.

"Hey" I smile consolingly.

The women smiled slightly and turn her body so she was facing me.

"You…you can see me?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.

"My name is Bella Swan, and I am a ghost whisperer" I explained "How come you've never come to me?"

Most ghosts pass on to other ghosts that the ghost whisperer exists and where she lives.

The women let out a sob and said "No matter how many times I throw myself off this cliff, I can't seem to die"

She glanced back at the cliff and then looked at me.

"Why can't I pass on?"

I then launched into the speech I always give to a ghost who doesn't know other ghosts exist and explained why she was invincible.

"You" I stated "are a ghost. You can't pass on because you died before you did what you were placed on this earth to do. You need to figure out what it is. Then, if you do figure it out, God will grant you the gift of becoming human again at the age you are currently stuck at. You will turn into the fleshy being he wants you to be the minute you figure it out. You may or may not remember your time being a ghost" I finished.

"I don't want to live" she sniffed.

I closed my eyes and wished that ghosts couldn't haunt people so that I could tell her God doesn't care what you want; God doesn't even care what I want.

But of course, ghosts do haunt and that would be rude.

I explained what I would do to help, as I always do, and asked her to tell me her life story.

"My name is Esme" she sighed "I killed myself by jumping off this cliff because my one and only new born baby died three days after she was born"

I nodded.

"Catherine" she whimpered "Her name was Catherine"

I smiled sadly and nodded.

I stood up and invited her back to my apartment so she had someplace to dwell instead of crying on the edge of a cliff.

I walked her over to my car and noticed Carlisle standing near it.

"Didn't work, eh?" I asked.

"Apparently not" He said sadly.

Carlisle looked past me and saw Esme, he bowed gentlemanly and Esme curtsied in return.

"Carlisle – Esme – Emse – Carlisle" I introduced.

Esme wiped away her tears as I held the door open for them, she climbed in, Carlisle followed her.

I drove back to my apartment in hopes that love could be the answer to both their problems.

It was a false hope because they still followed me into my apartment.

And Esme still sobbed all night.

And Carlisle sat next to her as he told her that I would solve all her problems.

And the next morning Mr. Joffery asked me why I was crying so loud.

And I told him the same excuse I always used.

Because my life sucks.