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Edward pov
I wanted to get out of this place but the problem was, I'm dead. Just by looking at me you knew. I always wished I knew how we were dead but still here. Then, I looked at the time, 5:30pm, any second now Esme would call for me to go to get something in town for her.
"Edward" she yelled "can go out and get some thread, since you're the one to rip his clothes all the time."
"Sure Esme" I yelled as I jumped out of my window.
The reason we only went out at 5:30pm is that is when the living go in to eat dinner. We only had an hour till they came out. I usually go to the only shop in town were a dead person works. His name is Jasper. He died because he was careless and then "they" killed him.
"Hi jasper," I greeted. "Do you have any thread?"
"Oh, hi Edward, you came in last week for thread."
"Yeah but my clothes suffer."
"You really should stop jumping from high places. You never are going to die, because you're already dead."
I heard the bell on the shop door ring. I looked behind me and I saw one of the living. "Oh, I'm sorry I…I didn't know the time," she said meekly.
"Well that's okay" Jasper said "we don't mind."
"But I thought the dead hated the living" she said less tense.
"If that were true there would be no living" I said.
"Well I guess that's true but still I should go."
"First tell us your name, miss," jasper said lightly.
"Bella sir" she answered, now very calm and at ease.
Ha-ha who would guess Bella was afraid of the dead. Next chapter soon (I promise on Edward's grave stone). Till next time our fair readers.
