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Ghost Whisperer

Chapter Two

"Bella!" a hazy voice broke through my sleep. My eyes were still closed but I could tell that the sun was shining directly into them. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, shoving my head under my pillow.

"Bella, get up now!" the voice continued, but I only groaned again. It was too early for this, but apparently my roommate didn't care as my duvet was ripped off of my body and the chilly air hit my body. My eyes snapped open as I sat up, my pillow falling off of my head. I found Alice at the foot of my bed with my duvet in her hands and a smirk on her face.

"You are evil," I glared at her then yawned. I looked at my alarm clock that read 8:34 and my eyes grew to be the size of saucers. We had exactly twenty six minutes until we left for work. I leaped out of bed, ignoring the freezing cold ground under my bare feet as I sprinted into the bathroom, grabbing a towel off of my door knob as I went. I cursed under my breath as I heard Alice's laughter still coming from my room.

"Why did you let me sleep for so long?" I called to her angrily; however I didn't get a reply. I hastily got into the shower and scrubbed myself down, washing my hair at lightning speed. I decided that I didn't have time to shave today and I would just have to wear something that covered everything up. Once I was finished I blow dried my hair and then rushed back into my room which was now empty of the evil pixie. Thank God.

I pulled on a pair of jeans, like yesterday and I ripped a purple sweater off of its hanger and shoved it on over my head. I pulled on my brown boots and then ran back into the bathroom and swiped on some mascara and eyeliner, then spritzed on some of my perfume. I looked like I had woken up late… But at least I looked decent.

I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen where I found Alice with a travel mug that I assumed was full of coffee, and a small smile.

"Forgive me?" she asked, holding out the mug. She had on the most adorable puppy dog face and I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Fine, give me that!" I snatched away the coffee from her and she laughed at me.

"Come on, we got to go!" she said to me with a bright smile as she picked up her new Marc Jacobs bag and slung it over her shoulder. I picked up my own purse and threw my phone haphazardly into it then followed my pixie friend out into the stairwell.

"So, what made you feel so evil this morning?" I asked her as we walked down the four flights of stairs. Yeah. Our building was so cheap it had no elevator. Great, right?

"Well I had to get you back for not being upset over Rosalie Hale's death! How could you not find it even the tiniest bit sad?" she asked me with an exasperated look. I chuckled and shrugged.

"Perhaps because I have no idea what she was like. I've never heard of her doing anything for anyone but herself." I replied and Alice scoffed.

"You can't judge a person by what they haven't done, Bella," she said to me and I just rolled my eyes.

"Oh yes I can," I said to her, and I saw her shake her head from the back, her black feather earrings swinging with the motion. She never went anywhere without them and always claimed that they were good luck. I wasn't too sure if I believed in that… Although I did run a Psychic store, so I guess I kind of had to keep an open mind about those things.

We finally got to the door and Alice held it open for me as we both walked out into China town. People were buzzing, talking quickly, their voices mingling with everyone else's in the cold air. Alice skipped to my side as we walked down the street against the current of bodies. Some shop owners shouted out "Hello's" to us, and others claimed that their prices were the best for whatever they were selling. Alice and I just smiled at them and kept going. After a while the amount of Chinese writing diminished and we were caught up in a larger group of people.

Alice forced her way through the throng of people to the side of the street, looking up and down before her eyes settled on a taxi. She raised her hand and waved to the taxi that came to a stop nearby us.

"That never ceases to amaze me." I said to her as we got into the cab. She just smiled at me as she told the slightly smelly driver to go to the Black Swan on West 57th street. I looked out the window as we drove towards our destination. I had always loved the city. Sure, I would always love having the connections in a small town like Forks, but I didn't like how the people were all the same. Everyone knew everyone else's business in Forks. In New York, or Boston, or even Seattle, everyone was different. There was such a unique vibe that went with the city and I couldn't help but love it.

Soon enough the cab pulled to a stop in front of our store. I pulled out half of the money we owed the man and unlocked the door as Alice said thank you to the cab driver. I walked into the store and immediately behind the front desk as Alice switched the sign to Open.

Alice whipped out a deep plum colored robe and pulled it on over her leggings and cream colored sweater and walked into the room hidden behind the wine colored curtain just as the front door opened and an older couple walked in. I noticed right away that the woman was wearing a fanny pack.

"Hello, what can I do for you today?" I asked them as I put on my cheeriest face.

"We were wondering if we could have a reading with Madame Mary Alice. We are having marital problems and I thought it would be a good idea for a professional opinion," the woman said to me and I nodded slowly, then the husband interjected. He was slightly balding, and had a hooked nose.

"This is just a scam, Harriet! I can't believe you actually believe in his junk!" he said.

Me either... I muttered to myself in my head, however I kept my small smile on my face.

"It's quite alright Mrs…"

"Mrs. Phalen," the woman stated and I nodded.

"Of course, Mrs. Phalen. I'm sure Madame Mary Alice is ready for you to go back, straight through this curtain, that's it. When you come out you can pay for your session," I said and the woman smiled at me while the man just gave me a scrutinizing look.

And so starts another day..

Despite the fact that it was ten at night, it was not dark outside. Peoples lights were still on and the honking of horns from the cars stuck in traffic were sounding every other minute. Alice was taking off her robe and cleaning up around the shop as I started to count the money in the cash register.

"Well that was a good day I'd say," Alice chirped from the other side of the room.

"Mhmm," I agreed with her, not looking up from the money in my hands.

"I'm all done here, I'm going to head out and meet you back at the apartment? I was supposed to run some errands today, but it was too busy," Alice said as she replaced the broom and dustpan she had been in the back closet.

"Yeah sure, I think I'm going to stick around for a bit and sort through all of… this," I said to her as I gestured to a thick stack of paper next to the cash register. It was all bills. It wasn't like we were doing badly for money, but that money went towards paying the rent and feeding ourselves. There was still things left over that we couldn't pay for that had to do with the shop.

Alice wrinkled her nose, "You sure you don't want me to stay? I can run my errands tomorrow," she said to me sincerely, but I could hear in her voice that she really didn't want to stay. Not that I did either, but it had to be done by someone.

"No, it's fine. Go run around and sprinkle your pixie dust around New York," I chuckled at her and she threw me a glare.

"Shut up," she muttered as she grabbed her bag and pushed open the door, "Love you!"

"Love you too," I called back to her as the door swung shut. A cold burst of air surged into me and it ruffled all the papers on the counter. I shivered a bit and then looked back down at the money in my hands, counting and separating it.

I had just reached ninety-seven dollars when something bright caught my eye in front of me. I looked up and was slightly stunned for a moment. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her golden hair hung to her waist in perfect ringlets, her sky blue eyes were framed with thick lashes, her full lips were ruby red and her skin seemed to be made of porcelain. Not to mention she had a body any girl would kill for that was clad in a shimmering purple dress. She was so beautiful she seemed to be glowing. And she was just staring at me… Awkward.

I finally found my voice, "Uhm, Miss? We are closed now. I'm sorry I forgot to turn over the sign," I said to the woman whose eyes grew wider and her mouth popped open as she continued to stare. I was seriously getting a bit creeped out right now.

"Miss? You really need to leave now, we are closed," I said to her a bit more firmly. Her mouth closed and she put a hand on her hip.

"I saw the sign… Wait. You can actually see me?" she asked me and I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes? And I can also see that you are inside my store that is clearly closed. I need you to leave," I said to her and her eyes narrowed.

"Oh I'm not going anywhere. It's been almost four days since somebody was able to see me! No way in hell am I leaving!" She snapped at me and my eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"Uhm, I don't really understand what you are talking about right now, Miss. I think you just need to go home and get some rest," I said to her as I walked out from behind the counter and tried to shoo her towards the door. This woman was talking crazy and I was getting seriously creeped out by it at this point.

"That would be good if I could actually sleep." She muttered and I was once again left totally confused.

"I really don't know what you are saying," I said to her, trying to figure out what kind of drugs she might be on.

"Don't you recognize me? Well… obviously you don't because you'd be falling at my feet," she said as she flipped a piece of hair behind her shoulder. What a cocky bitch.

"Excuse me? I think you don't know what you are saying, do you want me to call you a cab or something?" I asked her as I stepped forward to try and take her arm, however I was only met with air.

"What. The. Fuck." I muttered to myself as I jumped back from this woman, looking at her more closely now. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn't place it. She just stared at me with an annoyed look on her face.

"Are you done now? Because I'm getting tired of this whole thing. I specifically told myself that I wasn't going into make this like that stupid movie with Reese Witherspoon. She's a nice girl. She just needs to get the right part for her. And playing a ghost is definitely not that part," the woman said to herself and then her gaze turned back to me, her words registering in my head.

"Ghost?" I asked in barely a whisper.

"Duh. Why are you surprised? Your sign specifically said that you dealt with contacting the dead," she said to me and I put a hand to my forehead. Reason finally struck me.

"Alice put you up to this, didn't she? This is for me laughing at her last night! Oh, that bitch!" I said as I glared at the woman in front of me who was staring with raised eyebrows.

"Okay now you are starting to sound like the crazy bitch," the woman stated and I rolled my eyes.

"Alice is so going to pay," I muttered.

"Who's Alice?" she asked and I shook my head.

"Like you don't know."

"Actually I really don't. Like I said, I came here to see if you weren't just a scam. And obviously you aren't, which is more than I can say for every other psychic store in the whole fucking country," she said to me and I was just as confused.

"What are you saying! I don't get it!" I raised my voice at her and she groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Look. I don't usually do this, but I came to ask you for help," she said the world 'help' like it was poisonous.

"Help with what? Who the hell are you anyway?" I asked her, this was just not making any sense at all. Did I eat something weird today? I did have that second helping of curly fries for lunch today.

"I'm surprised you don't know me… I'm Rosalie Hale and I came to find out who my killer was," the woman sighed, her tone suggesting that this information should have been obvious. I just stared at her for a long time. Not really grasping what she had said to me. Rosalie Hale? That actress that Alice wouldn't stop blubbering about? Her killer? Oh right! Alice was upset that Rosalie Hale had been murdered! I knew she looked familiar… But wait,if she was dead… then she would be… a… that would make her a…

"That's not possible," I gasped, the air from my lungs suddenly gone completely.

"Oh trust me, I didn't think so either… I mean. I saw the light, and then, presto! I was right back in my hotel room, watching all those perverted investigators paw through my personals. I didn't even get to see an angel. Sucks, right?" she asked me as if I had experienced this as well. My mouth remained open as I tried to take everything in, however all I felt was my head hitting the floor as I collapsed into darkness.

"Hey! You okay?... Uh… I didn't catch your name…" a voice suddenly came back to me as I was suddenly aware of the pounding in my head. I groaned and put a hand to my forehead. I sighed and kept my eyes closed. It had only been a dream. A crazy fucked up dream that I did not understand.

I opened my eyes.

Rosalie Hale's face was directly above mine. I let out a loud, high pitched scream as I bolted up right ignoring my head as I tried to scramble backwards.

"Oh yes, now comes the screaming. You know, I really didn't want to turn this into a production," Rosalie said, her voice even more irritated. I raised a shaking hand as if I was going to stop her.

"You aren't real! Ghosts aren't real!" I exclaimed loudly. Damn. I needed to go to a therapist. Maybe I was having a mental breakdown. Rosalie snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, but they are. Why the fuck do you think I'm here? Listen. I don't want this to be a big deal. I'm not going to haunt your soul, or suck it out or anything weird. I just need some…. Assistance." She tried to explain to me, but I was having none of that.

"Yeah you need assistance because you aren't real! Just leave me alone!" I tried to yell at her but my voice was shaking a bit. I really wasn't trying to make a big deal out of this. I knew I was acting exactly like all the other people in ghost movies did. Abso-fuckin-lutely shocked. But how else was I supposed to react when there was a fucking ghost in front of me? Offer it a cup of tea? I don't think so.

"Shut up! You are making this so difficult! Just agree to help me, dammit!" Rosalie yelled at me, her perfectly plucked eyebrows shooting up and her face contorting with anger.

"No! Because this isn't happening! This is all a figment of my imagination combined with a weird reaction to the curly fries I ate… And I swear I will start going to church and all that shit if you just leave me alone!" I ranted at her and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not leaving until you agree to help me. I've crossed this whole fucking country and you are the only person that can see me so far and I refuse to go looking again." She stomped her foot down and glared at me. What a spoiled bitch. Hah! I so totally knew that she was like this! I would totally have to rub it into Alice's face! Wait. Was this really happening?

I looked at the furious Rosalie Hale in front of me and I sighed. It must be real. Even I wasn't creative enough to dream something like this up… Not even curly fries could do this. Did that mean that I had inherited my mother's gift to see dead people? Even if that was the case, how come I could only see Rosalie and not other dead people?

"Ugh, too many questions," I muttered to myself.

"What was that?" the Bitch snapped.

"Nothing… " I replied and I looked down again.

What was the worst that could happen if I did try to help her? I would only be doing her a favor… I'd probably get an easy in to Heaven if I helped her pass on. Girl Scout points perhaps? Something along those lines... But this could also lead me into a bunch of things I did not want to get into. For instance, was I really going to fly all the way out to California to help solve the murder of a spoiled, bitchy actress that I hadn't even really heard about?

"Okay… here's the deal. I will try to help you –" I got cut off.

"And another thing! Wait… You will?" Rosalie asked, her face filled with confusion.

"Yes, I will. However, if I am not able to find out who…. Murdered you… Or if I get into any kind of situation that is threatening to me, I'm out of there. And don't even think about haunting me. Cause I won't hesitate to exorcise your ass. Got it?" I said to her. She pursed her lips and tapped her foot that was glad in a shimmering gold stiletto.

"Fine, but you will do everything to the best of your ability. I don't want someone half-assing this shit. Got that?" She asked me with a glare.

"Fine," I replied with my own glare.

"Fine," Rosalie nodded her head once, "When do we leave?"

"Uhm… Soon. I have to go home and talk to my friend." I murmured but I didn't really look at her while I was speaking. I was more focused on how to go about telling my best friend that I could see the ghost of her favorite actress.

"Oh, the evil one? Mind if I come along?" Rosalie asked and I shook my head.

"Stay here. I don't need any distractions," I said sternly.

"But it's so boring here!" Rosalie whined and I just rolled my eyes as I walked over to the front counter and put all the cash back inside it, and shoved the bills underneath. Those definitely would have to wait for now.

"I really don't care. Just stay here, I'll be back in the morning," I said as I walked to the front door with my bag and then took one last look at the gorgeous, super-model like, bitchy, spoiled ghost that was standing in my shop. I sighed and shook my head, then locked the door behind me as I started back towards the apartment. My thoughts buzzed inside my head like angry bees the entire way home.

When I finally made it back to apartment, I shoved open the door and was quickly attacked by my worried best friend.

"Where the hell were you! It's been five hours since I left work! I called a dozen times! You better have a good fucking excuse for scaring me like that!" Alice was basically foaming at the mouth as she yelled at me. I sighed and looked at her… Okay, how was I going to do this?

"Uh… Something weird happened at the shop," I said to her and she put a hand on her hip.

"Like how weird?" she asked me with narrowed eyes.

"Like… So weird that you won't believe it," I replied and she just glared at me more.

"Try me," she stated and I shrugged.

"Okay, you asked for it… See, after you left, this woman kind of appeared, and here's where things get weird. See, she was a ghost of that dead actress you've been fawning over. Rosalie Hale? And it's actually really funny because she asked me to help her find out who killed her, and sort of agreed to do it…." I trailed off, watching Alice's face for a reaction the whole time. However she didn't start screaming or called me a weirdo. Instead she smiled.

"I knew you had a gift!" she beamed at me and then her eyes went wide, "Oh my GOD! You can see ROSALIE-FUCKING-HALE! Is she just as gorgeous in real life? Well. I guess it's not real life cause she's dead, but you know what I meant! Tell me!" Alice grabbed my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes.

"I thought you said she was evil? I like her so far," Rosalie's voice invaded my mind. I gasped.

"Ah! She's in my head talking right now!" I yelled.

"Oh stop being a drama queen," Rosalie said and I could almost imagine her rolling her eyes at me.

"Wait! She's here right now! Oh my god! Can she hear me?" Alice asked, jumping up and down.

"Tell her yes, I want to talk with her. She seems so much nicer than you," Rosalie said to me.

"No. She can't hear you," I replied to Alice who pouted.

"Well that wasn't very nice."

"I don't care if it wasn't nice! I thought I told you to stay at the shop!" I yelled into the air and Alice looked at me like I was a little crazy. I had to admit I knew that I looked certifiably insane at the moment, but it really wasn't my fault.

"Yeah, you did tell me to stay there. But it was wayyy too boring. I wasn't just going to sit there and do nothing. Ugh," Rosalie scoffed and I rolled my eyes.

"I need to sleep, this is too fucking much," I muttered as I started walking away from Alice and hopefully from Rosalie.

A goodnight sleep is all I needed. Okay, maybe I would need some intense therapy after this too. But for the most part all I needed was rest.

"I'll be right here when you wake up!" Rosalie's smug voice graced my head once more.

"GREAT! Can't wait!" I groaned angrily as I pulled off my boots and brushed my teeth with much more force than was necessary. I stripped off my jeans and my sweater and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt then flopped down on my bed, hoping that sleep would take over as quickly as possible.

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