A Bullet to my Temple

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Everybody stared at me with mouths open. Jacob looked the most shocked. Even the unshakable Emmet stared at me like I was crazy.

"Bella…," Emmet whispered, staring with wide eyes. "A ghost is in love with you. Oh my god. Do you know what this means?"

Jasper shook his head while Alice looked around the room thoughtfully. Rosalie had yet to take her eyes off me. Jacob was still lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling.

"This means we can totally get famous on 'A Haunting!'!" Emmet boomed while hopping out of his seat and doing a victory dance.

"You're such an idiot," Jasper stated while popping the giant upside his head.

"And we can make a poltergeist movie!" Emmet smiled hugely as he thought of the nonexistent possibilities.

"Poltergeist aren't even ghosts. Its negative energy," Jasper muttered while sitting back down.

I didn't listen to the rest of the exchange.

My chair screeched against the old hardwood floor and I ran up the stairs. I checked through each of the rooms to make sure, but I knew where he was.

I finally got to his room. Edward's door creaked open as I peered through. He wasn't in there but his windows were open.

I walked over to the gigantic windows. "Edward…?"

I didn't see him at first. The yard looked the same, except one significant unnoticed difference. Three gravestones were sitting next to the fence.

Edward was sitting in front of them. How did he get down there… then I forgot what he told me. He won't die from jumping this far up because he's already dead.

I went quickly downstairs. They were all looking at each other, engaged in conversations that had to do with ghosts.

It abruptly ended when burst through the room.

"So do you love him… or it?" Rosalie questioned.

"Of course she does!" Alice exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"No… I mean I don't know," I muttered while walking out the door. I walked up near him and stopped.

"You know you could have saved yourself some turmoil and walked out the door. Much less dramatic," I said sarcastically, trying to get him to turn around. He shrugged and put his head in his hands.

I walked over and sat down beside him. "You know, I never said I loved them. Before we died that is," he said quietly. "I hope I didn't scare you," a small smile covered his face. "You don't have to say anything back. I know it is fast… but it won't change anything. I have very unchanging emotions, and when I feel something… it won't go away," he stated, staring at the grave stones. Edward and his parent's names were written across each of them.

"How would that work out? You're invisible to the world. I mean… if you were human, it could work out. But… you never get older. Never change. How would that blow over? 'Hey come meet my invisible boyfriend?'" I said seriously, only the last part jokingly. "They'd lock me up in an insane asylum. That's what."

"I don't know. Maybe you're right. We belong in different times, separated by death," he said, and for the first time he looked dead. His cold green eyes gazed into mine.

I reached my hand up and touched his gash. It was bleeding. Edward let out a horrifying yell and time stopped… or went backwards. Everything was flying. Edward left my side, while I stayed in the same place. I saw everything; felt everything.

I saw the people come into the giant mansion, happiness radiating off of them about the good deal, and terror when Edward made himself known. Countless nights involved Edward sitting and staring out the window. I saw when Edward tried to kill himself, after already being shot.

Then time stopped. A horse and carriage pulled up with a couple in it. The carriage hander called the horsed to a stop. The couple got our.

"What's today?" an older man's voice asked.

"April fourth," a sweet voice answered. They were walking up the steps into the massive house. I looked around me. Everything looked so new. The gravestones disappeared.

What in the world. Did I go back in time? Whoa. I followed the older couple inside, having no clue what to expect. Would they see me?

When I walked in a picture on a small table fell over. The older woman's head snapped in my direction. "Oh my goodness," she murmured, looked strait at me. She walked over, and I was prepared to run, but she bent down.

"Edward, the family picture last Christmas dropped. Huh, guess I will need to get a new frame," she whispered the last part to herself. She didn't even see me.

Edward? Edward's dad was named Edward… I glanced at the older man. The man that died… or was going to.

He walked over and looked at the picture. I glanced at it too. In the brand new looking photo was Edward. He was smiling crookedly, looking very morose. I wonder what was wrong. Loud stomping was heard a few floors up. Somebody was running down the stairs.

"That's it! I'm so sick of the appointments. I'm so sick of the tests. It's not fair," the velvet voice complained, and then he came into view.

His hair was disheveled, and the dark circles under his eyes very prominent. He looked very pissed. Edward's green eyes pierced his mother's angry.

"I'm not going. I refuse. I'd rather die," Edward yelled, his stare penetrating both of his parent's

"Don't you want to live? To find a cure? You don't have a choice. And you won't die," Edward senior said sternly.

"You know what? I don't care anymore. I'm going out to the pasture," he said, his voice monotone.

His parents both grimaced. "Lock the doors in about thirty minutes. You have a key for after that…," his dad said. Edward walked out and slammed the door.

"I wish they could just diagnose the cancer," Elizabeth whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

"They will," Edward senior said enveloping her in a hug and kissing her head. As soon as they disappeared into the kitchen, I quietly opened the door and looked for Edward. He wasn't hard to spot.

"Dammit! Kill me! Please!" he shouted to the sky. "I'm so tired. I'm tired of being made fun of and laughed at. Why me? Out of everybody in the world you give me an untreatable disease. I just want to be normal," he mumbled the last part, choked off into a sob. He kicked a rock and it smacked one of the horses, startling it.

"Sorry, Guy," he said while patting and walking over to put a saddle on it. He rode very fast, an exhilarated look on his face. He came to a stop. CRACK.

Edward looked around. "Who's there?" he hollered, looking across the large yard. "Huh, must be just me."

"Night, Guy." He stroked the horses back and strode to the house. I knew what happened next. I couldn't watch.

"You have to. Understanding the past will depict the future," a grave raspy voice stated. He looked like death. No pun intended. His black cloak was thrown over his head and I couldn't see its face.

"Why I'm I seeing dead people? And who are you? Why am I decades of years in the past?" I shot the questions off, receiving no explanation.

"There will be a huge change in your time due to him," he continued, pointing his skeleton finger in Edward's direction. "Anything now will help you. Learn all you can," he rasped out, and then vanished. I'm sick of riddles.

I walked up to the marble stairs and heard Edward mumbling about him forgetting to lock the doors. He walked inside.

"Mom? Dad? Sorry I forgot to…," his sentence was cut short. I couldn't believe what I saw, and I knew what was going to happen. Elizabeth and Edward senior's hands were behind there back, tape wrapped around there mouth. A dark shadow was approaching.

"No," I whimpered trying to stop the man while Edward walked towards his parents to get them free.

"Well, now that the last of the party is here, we should get this finished," the large man whispered menacingly. His foot slammed against Edward's back. He fell to his chest hitting the floor. Hard.

That was it. I lunged at the evil man, with no success. I threw more punches at him. He tied Edward's hands behind his back.

"If you be quiet, this should go smoothly," the large man said louder, pulling a gun out of his pocket. He pointed it Edward seniors head. Tears were falling from all three of there faces as Edward struggled violently to get out. He was shaking badly.

He shot Edward's dad. "NO!" Elizabeth screamed. She was next. Edward was sobbing and still trying to get out. Elizabeth was killed.

"You're next. Don't listen much, eh kid? Well good ridden," he put the pistol to his temple.

And he fell. I should have realized it earlier. I was wishing more than anything that I could take his place. To die for him. I did love him.

Everything blurred. The last thing I saw was Edward fall to the floor, and the same black figure ghost towards the dead. And leave Edward.

The scenes flashed by fast. The reporters coming and getting the new story, and Edward looking over his dead parents. And his corpse.

"I can understand if you don't love me," Edward said. We were sitting in front of the gravestones.

I was so confused. "Did you see any of that?"

"Any of what?" Edward asked hesitantly. I remembered. I touched his forehead. He looked in pain when I did that…

"I just…," then I decided it didn't matter. I needed to say something.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered taking his hand. He frowned.

"Please don't say anything you don't mean. I really meant it when I said you didn't have to say anything back," he said seriously.

"I love you, Edward," I repeated. He looked contemplative at first, but then his face broke out into a brilliant smile.

"As I love you," he leaned over slowly. His lips brushed mine. Then something happened that I did not expect. Edward fell backwards from where he was sitting. He body was convulsing as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Oh my god," I tried to help him. How would I get help? No one else can see him. Blood started seeping out of his mouth.

"Bella?" a soprano voice called. "Bella!" She kneeled beside me. A look of terror crossed her face. "Oh my god. What happened? We've got to get him to a hospital," Alice shrieked, pulling out her cell phone.

Sorry it took so long. Hurricane Ike knocked out my power. This is sort of a cliff hanger. Actually, yes it is. I know I said I wouldn't ask for reviews, but I'm kind of short on time so I figure that would give me it. So 10 reviews before I update. And yes, Edward was heard by everybody at the séance. I know they fell in love quick, but you'll see why. Well you sort of already saw most of it. Sorry it is not very long either. Next one will be.