I am so sorry it has taken me like FOREVER to update. I just have so much homework everyday to do and when I don't I'm either too tired or doing some other shit. Please forgive me! 

And sorry I haven't really told you much about Suze's death, but I promise you will find out something in this chapter. Don't kill me if it's not enough though!

Anyways… here's chapter six. Enjoy!

Jesse's POV

I was putting the dishes I had purchased into the kitchen when I heard a loud scream coming from the bedroom. Thinking something bad had happened to Susannah, I rushed to the bedroom.

When I got there, I opened the door to reveal a very frightened and shocked Susannah. She was sitting on the bed looking straight ahead and breathing very rapidly, though she did not need to.

I walked over to the bed and took a seat next to her. I did not know how to react; I wasn't quite sure what had caused her to scream.

"Querida…"

She jumped up as soon as she heard me. I don't think she noticed that I had entered the room. She looked at me obviously very startled. Her eyes seemed to focus on me as if she could not remember who I was.

"Susannah, are you alright?" I said, careful not to frighten her again.

She stared at me, looking very clueless. Slowly her eyes began to focus on me and understand what was going on. She shook her head slowly and looked straight ahead.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Her voice was very toneless.

"You are certainly not fine. I just heard you scream Susannah. Tell why you were screaming."

I noticed that she was looking at me very intensely and sharply. She was certainly angry that I had raised my voice. I didn't want to, but I didn't like how she lied to me when I was only trying to help her.

"You know what Jesse I don't have to tell you anything, especially not when you yell at me. Yes I did scream, but that was only because I had a bad dream or well a memory considering I'm a ghost and I don't exist anymore to have dreams. Anyways, the point is that I'm not going to tell you shit as long as you're acting like an ass."

When she was finished yelling at me, she turned her head away to indicate that she did want to talk to me anymore. I slowly moved closer to her, being careful not to frighten her. She was still shaken from the bad dream she had. I slowly wrapped my arms around her and brought her closer to me. As I did so, she flinched and straightened up. I brought her head to my chest and softly kissed the top of her head. Again, she flinched.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you Querida. I promise not to let it happen again," I said into her hair. I noticed that her hair smelled very sweet even thought she was a ghost and she no longer had scent to her.

"It… it's ok," she mumbled into my chest. She wasn't as stiff as she had been before anymore. I even noticed that she had slowly placed her hands on my chest.

"I was really worried about you, Querida." I kissed the top of her head again. As I did so, she flinched again.

"Don't, I can take care of myself."

"What happened, Querida? Why did you scream like that?" I asked her softly. I glanced at the clock on my wall, it read 11:30.

Susannah just sat there for a few minutes. She seemed to be thinking if she could trust me or not.

I lifted her head of my chest do she was looking in my eyes now. I noticed that she had been crying.

"You can trust me, Querida. You know that I would never hurt you in any way." I told her softly.

"I had a dream or a flashback or whatever you want to call it." She said. I brought her head to my chest again and slowly stroked her beautiful, brown hair.

"Will you tell me what it was about?" I asked her softly.

"Kevin was picking me up for our first date. I was so excited, I was wearing my new dress and had fixed my hair so it looked especially nice for him. Everything was going great, no better than great. Everything was going perfect. Until… until he started speeding. We were driving back from the restaurant and then all of a sudden he started speeding. He was going so fast, and I was so afraid. I don't know what I was afraid of; I was just frightened to death. I could just feel it, I knew something bad was going to happen. And then… and then…"

She stopped and looked away. She had stopped crying now and her eyes were dry. Except she looked different, she had this look in her eyes which I had not seen before.

"What happened next, Querida?" I asked her softly. When I did so, she slowly turned to face me. She stared at me very extremely before answering the question I had asked her.

"And then, a car slammed into us. Kevin's car was destroyed; there was nothing left of it. The side I was sitting on didn't get hit, so I was ok except for a couple of cuts and bruises. But Kevin… but he… when I looked over to see if he was ok, I saw that he was lying there unconscious. I tried waking him up but nothing worked. Then I started checking his heartbeat. I put my ear against his chest but I heard nothing. He… he… Kevin was dead."

I was very shocked by what I had heard. I could tell before that Susannah had not had a very easy life, but now I had heard just one of the hard things she had to deal with. And I was sure there were many more.

She was staring at me and I was looking into her eyes. I slowly brought her head to me chest again and tried to calm her down by running my hand up and down her back.

"Querida?"

"Hmm?" She answered me in a some what shaky voice.

"Will you tell me who Kevin was?" I asked her again. I knew he was her date for that particular night, but I knew there was more to him. Perhaps after his death he had come back as a spirit and Susannah might have helped him.

"Kevin? He was my boyfriend. And… he… he was the one who killed me. Kevin murdered me right here, in this very room."

Dios!

8

Suze's POV

Last night was one of the worst and best nights of my life. Good because Jesse held for almost like three hours. After a while I noticed he was very tired so I just dematerialized to the living and let him sleep. But he actually held me for THREE hours. It was amazingly magical. And he also kissed me. Not the passionate type I wanted but on the top of my head.

I know I must sound desperate and stupid and pathetic, but you can think whatever the hell you want. It was magical having that moment with Jesse. Though it wasn't really a moment, but you know what I mean.

But I can NOT believe I told Jesse all those stuff. I told him I was murdered and who murdered me. He probably thinks I'm the biggest loser to this day. I mean how many girls do you know who get murdered by their boyfriends? And not just their boyfriends, but the ghost of their boyfriends? None, and that's the way it should be. That just proves that I am the biggest freaking freak ever.

I honestly don't know how I'm going to face Jesse ever again. I know he'll bring it up every time he has the chance. Any one would. People are just interested when it comes to murder. I don't know why, murder sucks ass but they just are.

I was outside on the balcony watching people do their stuff and thinking about murder. Well my murder to be exact. I can remember every tiny detail of it. The screams, the cries, the pleads and begs, even the look Kevin had in his eyes. It was look of pure evil.

I don't know what happened, we were making out one second and the next Kevin was on top of me choking me. And trust me when I say choking isn't a pleasant way of dying.

"Susannah?"

Oh god, please go away. I was so not in the mood to talk to Jesse, especially after what had happened last night. Just pretend you can't hear him. Don't say anything and he'll go away eventually.

"Susannah?" Go away! What's up with people and butting in other people's business?

Pretending I didn't hear him, I just continued looking outside. I could see kids enjoying their last few days before school started again. There were a couple of boys about 14 skateboarding and few girls watching them.

They reminded me of back when I was in New York. Me and Gina always used to walk around town everyday before school started. It was our tradition to try to do as much as we could get done before school started. I remember the huge shopping sprees we had when we bought whatever was on sale as long it fit as and didn't look like a truck had ran over it.

Sigh! I miss Gina so much. I even miss school, which is kind of weird. But anything, even school, beats being dead.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize Jesse standing next to me until he softly tapped my shoulder.

Well I guess there is no way I can ignore him now. I mean he isn't stupid. He probably knows I'm ignoring him right now too.

So, I decided to pretend that I had totally forgotten about what had happened last night. So I put on my best smile and turned around to face him.

"Good morning," I said in my best happy, preppy voice.

"Good morning Susannah," he said very simply. It made me so mad, he sounded like he wanted to talk about something. And that something else is probably my frigging death.

"Um… did you sleep well?" Can I get any lamer? Did you sleep well my ass.

"Yes Susannah, I slept ok."

I hate how he was looking at me so intently. His dark eyes looked like they were searching mine. And they were probably looking for some answers. Just because I was distracted last night and spilled everything to him, doesn't mean I'm gona do that again. Yes I was distracted last night. From what you ask, let's just say I lost my awareness when Jesse pulled me into his arms.

"Well, um… that's good. You should go get something to eat then. We don't want you becoming anorexic." Wow I'm lame. I just told a guy who probably weighs 200 pounds he's going to become anorexic. Jesse probably thinks I die my hair.

"I already ate, Susannah." Well that solves that problem.

"Well you should go get ready for college or university or wherever you're going. Doesn't it start tomorrow?"

He laughed. Yes, you read that right he laughed at me. You know, as in opening his mouth and having soft, silky sounds coming from him indicating that he thinks I'm either a loser or hilariously funny.

And well, the problem is I REALLY don't like being laughed at. Especially by someone I like. And Jesse just laughed at me. So I guess you can say I got a bit pissed. Not that pissed to beat the shit out of him, but pissed enough to give him a little shove and kind of yell at him.

"Hey, don't laugh at me?" I calmly said that. NOT!

"I'm not laughing at you, Querida. I am laughing at your actions." He said between chuckles.

"Oh yeah, and what's so wrong with my actions?"

"Nothing, it's just that, you were acting like my mother. I am very sorry if I hurt your feelings, Susannah." He had stopped laughing now, and you could say he looked pretty serious and sorry.

"Whatever you say deSilva." I said turning around to face the startling view of the blue ocean. I was kind of hoping that Jesse would leave when I did so, but no. He just stood there looking at me. It was as if he wanted to say something to me but didn't know where to start. And I wasn't about to help him out.

So I just stood there, looking out and waiting for Jesse to say what he wanted to say. Honestly, I don't know why it was so hard for him to say whatever was on his mind. I mean it's not like he was going to tell me he was in love with me. Hahaha, what kind of an idiot would ever fall in love with a ghost? Especially one that was murdered.

"Susannah?" Jesse finally said after what seemed like an hour. The way he said that made me get goose bumps all over my arms. He said it so softly and quietly as if it was only for me to hear. And his voice had this sad, curious tone to it, but it still sounded warm and silky.

"Yes," I replied just as quietly as he had, but for some reason my voice sounded squeaky and very high pitch.

"Will you please tell me more about Kevin and your murder? I know it is very difficult for you, but I want to help you." He sounded so sincere and honest and kind that it made me feel horrible for yelling at him earlier. It made me want to tell him everything I've been hiding for so long. It made me want to bury my face in his chest and cry because of all that happened to me.

But all I did was stare. I just stood there staring up at him. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. My mouth went completely dry. I couldn't even dematerialize, it was too much work. So I just stood there and stared.

My gaze slowly fell down to the ground. I wanted to tell him everything more than ever. I wanted to be able to trust him, be honest with him, tell him everything that troubled me…

And at that moment, I really felt like I could. I felt like I was a treasured chest full of secrets, and Jesse had just opened this treasure chest.

So, I told him. I told him everything. Everything I'd tried so hard to hard to keep from others just came streaming out of my mouth.

I told him about Kevin's death, how his family blamed me for it, how I'd cried for weeks after, how my mom had signed me up for psychiatry to help me get over seeing a dead body. I told him about how he'd come to me as a ghost after, how he'd told me he was sorry he'd put me through so much, how he wanted us to be together. I told him about how I felt so loved and wanted, but at the same time so afraid of Kevin. I told about how he would pressure me into things I wasn't ready for, how he would get mad at me and yell, and how I would run to him apologizing for something I never did.

And then, I told him about how he killed. I told him everything about that horrible night. About how we were making out, and how when he wanted more I had said no. About how he had gotten mad and yelled at me and hit me. I told everything he'd said to me, form calling me a bitch to threatening me.

I told about how he told me I should have been the one who died in the car crash and how he was going to make sure I did. And he did, he did make sure I died. Because then, he put his hands around my throat and choked me until I didn't need air anymore.

And when I was finished telling all this to Jesse, he slowly put his arms around me and held me as I softly cried into his chest.

I told you shall find out about her death. Now review! Or I'll send Kevin after you!