Chapter Two! Yeah! But I still need more reviews. And now the story.

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And even I knew I was the only one that could see him.

BPOV

Most people can't see the dead, in fact, I think I'm the only one. It all started when I was two. My mother would stay at home with me while my dad would go to work. I was eating lunch when I saw the girl, she stood at the top of the stairs, crying. I used my babble of words to point to her. My mother however saw nothing, she thought simply that it was a child thing. And so as the years went by, I learned to not say anything. The only person who really knows is Rosalie. When we were twelve, she took me to a fair, with the rides and the people who could read your palms. The old lady who had read mine just about fell out of her chair.

"You see the dead." She whispered, her eyes wide. Rose's widened too, only with excitement.

"Wow, like a ghost whisperer?" She asked. The lady shook her head. Slowly she made her way away from the table and over the a book shelf, were she pulled out a book. Flipping the pages expressionless, she came to one, sitting down and having me and Rose come closer.

"You young lady, are a Mediator. Their a special group of people who can see the dead and communicate with them. It is their job to make sure that the souls are safe and that they go to the right places, heaven or hell. You must do whatever it is that will make them rest in peace." After that she shooed us off. We walked for a few mintues in silence before Rose spoke.

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you had this secret, how long have you been seeing the dead?"

I sighed. "It happened ten years ago, I knew that if I told anyone that they would think I was crazy. So it's been a hard secret but know you know. It wouldn't suprise me if you ran from me or called me a looney tune-"

She laughed, "Silly Izzy, I think it's cool, and that you can help them is awesome, I want to help. But no adult should know." We swore on that.

So My mom never knew. Rosalie and I were always in trouble with being late for classes or there would be a fire at a building and only the two of us were there. Yeah that was great. When we were getting ready to leave for Forks, I prayed every night that there wouldn't be ghost here and that I could have a normal junior, and senior year.

The ghost just stared at me as I rushed the two parents out of the room. My mom was already conserned, "Oh Izzy, not again." I shook her off, "I think I'm really tired Mom, Just have wake me up for dinner." And with that last incouragement they were gone.

I rushed to Rose's door. I pounded on the door. "If this is one of the boys I swear to god--, Oh hey Izzy." She smiled at me, then she got the look on my face.

"Where is she?" "Actually, it's a he, and he's in my room." She rushed past me with me hot on her heal.

"Ok dude, what are you doing here?" She snarled at the spot I pointed to were the ghost still sat. He looked innocently up at us.

"Me?" He asked in a sweet, musical voice. His green eyes stared into mine and the bronze hair on his head was a mess.

"Yes you." The beautiful face was shocked.

"You can see me?"

"Well I can, she can just here you." I replied

"How?"

"I'm a Mediator, and since Rose helps me out so much , she learned how to pick up supernatral voices, were a duo team."

"So what is your names Misses?"

Rosalie butted in, "Oh no you don't, Your suppose to be dead so why are you still here?" She sounded angrier then she had ever been.

"How should I know? By the way, my name is Edward." He semed so perfect, sweet and a gentleman. What could happen if I did have this ghost in my room, talk about awkward.

"I'm Izzy, and this is my room now so you might want to scram. I don't plan on sharing my room with another person, let alone a ghost of the opposite sex." I could feel the heat of blush rush to my checks. My arms crossed over my chest, trying to look as if i was angry and had a point. Hopefully he couldn't see through this.

"I don't seem to know what you mean," One perfect eyebrow cocked to the side, "I have been here for many years, while this is your first time here, so why don't you move Ms. Izzy - what does that stand for anyways?" He smirked as he changed the subject, thinking he had caught me.

"Isabella, which I have people who aren't my friends call me, which you would be in that catagory."

"And I'm Rosalie, and I don't even like you so don't talk to me." She said.

"No need to be rude ladies, I'm sure there is some way for us to work this out." Edward walked over towards us and smiled, "After all what trouble can I be, I'm dead." The two words seemed so easy to come out of his lips. "I'm dead" I'd heard that so many times, but for it to come from this angel, it hurt.

I mentally slapped myself. What was I doing? He's a ghost, dead, deceaded, gone, buh bye. Even so why was there this small feeling?

"Like Isabella said earlier, she isn't going to share a room with a male ghost, so if you don't go now we will have to take action." And with those last words and a simple nod, Edward was gone, but I had the feeling I would see him again.

The two of us stared at the empty room for what seemed like years before I broke the silence.

"What now?"

"Well, what did he look like?"

I knew this would be easy to say, it was already implanted into my brain. "He was cute, in a way. Bronze hair, green eyes, and dressed in clothes from the 1800's I would say." Rose considered this for a second and then headed to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Not me, we, We're going to see what David knows on this house and who died here."

I'm so happy, I was able to come up with two chapters in two days, yay! Btw, I still need more reviews, and I know I'm mean cause I left a cliffie, you'll get over i (wink wink)