Thank you to all who reviewed. I can't believe you actually like my story. I still don't know about Paul… I got mixed reviews! I don't know how to even put him in the story. I don't want to make him bad… I love him too much. By the way, I'm sorry if the other chapter had too many swear words.

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Suze's POV

"What happen, Querida? How did you die… were you murdered?" Jesse asked me. I noticed I was crying harder than ever. I just couldn't take him asking me all those questions anymore. All those questions, him looking at me like that… they all just brought back too many cruel memories. I couldn't take it anymore. Jesse was trying to keep me calm and help me, but that was just making it hurt more. I didn't know what to do; I just couldn't tell him the truth and I couldn't lie to him when I was looking straight in his eyes. There was only one thing I could do… something I did every time some one tried to help. I closed my eyes and pictured my old bedroom, and when I opened my eyes I was there.

I missed my old bedroom. I missed my pink walls, my bed, my window seat… I missed everything. I noticed that it hadn't changed since I died; I guess Mom didn't really know what to do with it. Maybe she thought I was still alive and I'd come back. But I knew even though all the headlines said I was missing, Mom knew I was dead. I lied down on my bed and closed my eyes and let all my emotions fall from my eyes.

Flashback

"We shouldn't do this here… what if some one sees us?" I moaned as he started kissing my neck. I felt him grinning against my neck and I started to giggle.

"Don't you mean what if some one sees you?" he said moving down my neck to the skin that was revealed by my blue tank top. His hands played at my waist trying to decide to go up or down.

"Don't you think they'll find a girl making out with air kind of weird?" I guess he decided to go up. His hands moved up my shirt gently. They moved to my back searching for the hook to bra. I was afraid some one would see us, well me and think I was a desperate idiot making out with my self.

"Don't worry, no one will see us. It's 1:00 am, there's no one in the park." He continued kissing my neck. Being seen wasn't the only thing I was afraid of… I was afraid he'd go too far. For some reason, I didn't trust him the way I was supposed to. I should have. He was always telling me how much he loved me, and I loved him too. Or at least I think I loved him. He had never forced me to do anything and he was always nice to me… but for some weird reason I still didn't trust him. It was like I knew that he wasn't good for me and that he was going to hurt me. And that's not a very good feeling to have toward your boyfriend.

I pushed him off and sat up on the bench we were on. "What did you do that for… is there something wrong?" I felt so guilty. What if he thought I didn't love him?

"No, there's nothing wrong. I just think it's better if we go somewhere else. I'm still afraid some one might see us." I said looking down at my shoes. I just couldn't look in his eyes. They've always told me things I didn't want to know.

"Ok, how 'bout I materialize us to your room? No one will se us there." He said softly looking at me.

"Um… I was wondering if we could call it a night. I have a test tomorrow and I haven't study one bit. You could come to my room tomorrow and we could hang out."

He sighed and looked up at me. I was looking in his hazel brown eyes now. A strand of thick black hair fell in his eyes and I reached and moved it out of his eyes. "I'm sorry… please don't think that I don't love you. It's just that I'm already failing and I really need to do well on this test." A lie but I just couldn't think of anything else.

He looked at me for a few seconds before speaking. "I won't. Here I'll materialize you back. That way you won't have to walk." He said with a smile. Yay, he forgave me again… or at least I think. Again I saw this look in his eyes, I couldn't really describe it. It was a mixture of anger, hurt, sadness, hunger, rage, and a you-win-this-time-but-I'll-have-the-last-laugh look. It really hurt to see that in his eyes, and it made me wonder how he really felt about me. I ignored it, as usual.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and dematerialized and materialized us to my room. "Thanks, I'll um… I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah Suze, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye for now." He bent down and kissed me on my lips and then left.

When I was sure he had gone, I stripped down and went to take a shower. I turned the water on to the hottest my skin could stand and stepped inside. As the hot water was pouring on my skin, all I could think about was the look in his eyes. It was like they were sending me a threat… like they were warning me to watch out. But watch out for what, he would never hurt me… would he?

To take my mind off him, I grabbed my Herbal Essences and poured some in my hands. I rubbed my hands together and started to wash my dark brown hair. I messaged my scalp and ran my fingers through my hair. When I was sure I had shampooed my hair thoroughly, I picked up my conditioner and smoothed my hair out with it. I really love my Oasis conditioner. The smell is so good it makes you want to swallow the whole conditioner. The guy who invented conditioner is really a genius. I wonder what got him or her (it probably was a girl considering girls the ones who use conditioners most, though it could always have been a gay guy) to think about inventing the conditioner? I mean people invented the shampoo to clean their hair… but how do you come up with conditioner? I guess you just have to be really smart. Whoever the person is who invented conditioner, I truly thank them and I want them to know I really do love them for making such a great product.

When I was finished with my shower, I got dressed in my warmest and comfiest pair of pajamas and climbed into my bed with my American History text book. You thought I was just lying about the whole I-got-a-test-could-we-call-it-a-night thing. Well, I was and I wasn't, I have a test the day after tomorrow… which is sort of true. I mean who says I can't study ahead of time. To be honest, I was actually studying because I was afraid he might check on me. That just proves how I really mistrusted the guy. Sigh!

You know what would be really cool… having a ghost haunting your bedroom. That way you'd never be lonely… like I was right now. You'd always have someone to talk to, to hang out with, to help you with your homeroom, to kick ghostly ass with you. I wish I had a ghost haunting my room, one that died in this very room. And he would be really hot and sweet. Like having a sexy roommate your mom's never going to find out about. Sigh, so many wants and not enough haves. I mean come one, what are the chances of a teenage mediator chick getting a hot guy ghost haunting her bedroom. (A/N yeah Suze, what are the chances?)

Once I had read one paragraph of my American History book, I dropped it on the floor and crawled back under my covers. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.

8

"Bradly Louis Ackerman, get down here this instance." I woke to my mom's yelling. You probably thought ghosts can't sleep. Well, we don't need to but we can just zone out… kind of like sleeping. That's what I had been doing, zoning out. Or as I like to call it, ghost sleeping.

I wonder what had happened. I got off my bed and dematerialized downstairs. I saw the picture of me and my mom together on the ground covered in bits of glass. The picture was ok but the picture frame I got my mom was destroyed. Oh, Brad was so going to endure a slow painful death because of what he did with that picture frame. I paid $100 for that and I know it meant a lot to my mom. That FUCKING son of a bitch.

"Bradly, how could you do this? You know how much I love this picture frame. It's the closest thing to Suze that I have left and you allow yourself to break it to pieces."

"I'm sorry. I swear it was an accident. Me and Shawn were gona go out to play and I went upstairs to get my football. I threw it down to Shawn but he didn't catch it and it hit the picture frame. I'm so sorry. I'll go out tomorrow and buy one just like it."

"I don't want one just like it… I want this one." My mom pointed down to the pile glass in the floor. She started to cry as she looked at the picture on the floor. "Just go up to your room."

My mom sat against the wall and put her head down on her knees. She started crying softly. "Oh Susie, why did you have to go? Why did you leave? First it was your dad and now you. Why does this have to happen to me?"

"I… I'm so sorry mom. I didn't want to leave." I said out loud, but what was the point, it wasn't like she could hear me. Seeing my mom crying like that made me start crying too. I couldn't take seeing her like that and all because of me. Doing what I do all the time when I have a problem, I dematerialized to Jesse's apartment. Though that wasn't a very good idea!

Jesse's POV

I saw a shimmer of blue lights and looked up to see Susannah standing in front of me. I immediately put the chicken sandwich I prepared myself for lunch down on the plate and stood up.

"Querida, I am so sorry if I hurt you this morning. I really didn't mean for you to get hurt, I just wanted to help you. I am very sorry Susannah, please accept my apology." When I looked up, I saw that she was looking deep in my eyes as if trying to figure out if I was truly sorry or not. I was, I really didn't want to hurt Susannah.

"It's ok… I know it's your job to find out how we useless ghosts died and what the hell is keeping us here. I used to make a few ghosts cry by asking the same questions back when I was alive." She said very rapidly. I could tell something was troubling her. That's the thing about her; she's so easy to read. I could tell how she was feeling just by looking into her green eyes.

"I'm not trying to get you to leave Susannah, I like having company here. And I certainly do not think you are useless. I was just curious before and I wanted to see if I could help you in any way." I told her taking my seat again. She looked like she had been crying recently. Dios (god), even when her eyes where red, she was still muy hermoso (very beautiful).

"Where have you been this whole time?" I asked. I really wanted to know what was troubling her without being too forward. I wanted to know if her tears were because of me or if something else had happened. I guess it was just my habit as a mediator to help ghosts… or maybe because I was beginning to really care for Susannah. I know she is just a ghost and she will be moving on one of these day, but she was just very atractivo (attractive) in ways I couldn't describe.

"I went back to my old room, where I used to live." She said putting emphasis on the word live.

"Did anything happen that might have caused your tears Querida?" I asked her softly. I really wanted to know why Susannah was always so triste (sad). I had never met anyone as sad as her.

She looked intensely into my eyes for a few seconds. It was as if she wanted to find out why I was so interested in her sadness and the reasons behind her tears. It looked like she was trying to figure out if she could trust me or not. She wanted to make sure I wouldn't hurt her… but why would I ever hurt a person I cared so much about. Who would ever hurt someone they amó (loved). I mean not loved, they liked… as a friend. Of course I had no feelings for Susannah. I was just trying to help her that's all.

"My stepbrother, Brad broke this picture frame with the picture of me and my mom in it. I gave it to her as a gift for her birthday. My mom started crying when she saw it broken and I just couldn't help myself." She said looking down the whole time.

I got up and wrapped my arms around Susannah who had begun to cry again. "Oh Querida, I am so sorry. Is your madre (mother) well?"

Again she broke down. I guess today wasn't a very good day for her. "I miss her so much. I want her to be able to see me again and I want her to be able to hear me tell her how much I love her and how much I miss her. Oh Jesse, I miss her so much. She was crying asking why I left her and all I wanted to do was to hold her and tell that I'm sorry but I couldn't." She said into my shoulder.

"Would you like me to tell her that for you Querida? I am a mediator after all and this is my job." I asked Susannah. "Or I could buy a picture frame just like the one you got for her and give it to her." I said trying to calm her down. I smoothed out her hair with my hands and kissed her on the top of her head.

"You're not gona be able to find another one like it. Gina and I found it in her aunt's attic. It's really old and I paid a lot of money to buy it from her aunt. Stupid Brad had to go ahead and break it with his dumbass football." Brad, where had I heard the name Brad before? Just like the name Suze, I know I had heard it somewhere recently but I do not know where. "And don't bother telling her what I said. She's gona think you know where they're holding me captive and call the police."

Wait a second… who's holding who captive? How could some one be holding Susannah captive when she is here? Or maybe, people think some one is holding her captive. Dios, now I had to know what had happened to Susannah.

I pulled Susannah away from me so I could look in her eyes. "Susannah, what do you mean? Who's holding you captive? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Sorry my chapters aren't very long. Personally I don't like chapters that have a lot of things happening in them at the same time. And I promise you will find out what happened to Suze in the next few chapters.

And I still don't know about Paul. So far I don't think I'm gona have him in this story but if I think of a way he would fit I'll definitely have him. Now review please!