Previously:

"That's what you were doing? Committing s...s...suicide?" He said this with a stutter as he seemed to find these words repulsive and unbelievable. After he waited a few minutes and realised that I wasn't going to give him an answer any time soon. He asked the hardest question of all, followed by an answer I already knew.

"What's your name? If I tell you mine will you tell me yours? I'm..."

Present:

But I already knew his name, the name that I hoped I could call out to in the middle of the night, the name I would repeat after I said I love you. The name I wouldn't ever forget with the personality that morphed into the man standing before me. I can't say it was good when he changed because I was forgotten, I was finally remembered but dropped shortly after, cementing my belief that fairytales belong in books and not in the heart.

As he was about to say his name I whispered it before he got a chance.

"Emmet"

He look as surprised as I did when I said that, but his face then changed into the mask that I had long since hid behind and probably even created. His eyes searched mine quizzically; I believe he was trying to see if he knew me. But he wouldn't of course he wouldn't, like I said I'm just another ghost who floated through and left. He didn't know and never would know of what I did and what happened, even if I did tell him my name and he knew me, he would just probably wonder why I was here.

Some might believe it's my sick sense of humour, others make think I was standing up for myself, but the reason I came up here was to tell the world. Screw you. I can do what I want and no matter what you do, you can't stop me, because how could they, I already did something so unimaginable that would scare even the toughest of guys.

So when my eyes refocused and realised he was no longer staring at my face but my arms I thought it was slightly odd, until I realised that when I came up here I had been intending to jump and feel the rush of the cool air on my skin, on parts of me that were supposed to be hidden, to be kept away from wondering eyes. I had worn a short sleeved t-shirt, but my arms were littered with scars and burns and one word that was etched in my brain until I die, the word carved into my skin. Alone.

"What happened to your arms? Did you do this to yourself? Are you sick? Did someone hurt you?"

As these questions were fired at me, my mouth turned into a grimace, why couldn't I just be left alone, where no one would judge me? From the age of 10 I have always had a cynical look on life, where as some people would say.

"You've got your whole life to enjoy."

I would be thinking, yeh but we're all dying anyway why not end it now, that's why I decided I wanted to die on my 18th birthday because I have had 18 years of living my life but now I have got another 80 running away from it. I don't want to do that, why should I live in a world I was taught to protect when in fact I ended up doing the exact opposite. I couldn't tell anymore whether it was tears running from my eyes and dropping onto my shoes or it was the rain that was starting to mist the view. I was brought out of my musing by a deep yet soft voice.

"Will you at least tell me your name?"

Could I trust him, the first thought that sprang into my mind was no, but again I was entranced by those blue eyes and I felt myself wavering and my mouth opening and shutting like a gaping fish. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to tell him so bad. But it was hard. The question was hard because I had long since forgotten who I was. I had long since forgotten, what being alive truly felt like. Maybe that's why I chose this cliff. Maybe because I wanted to die, or maybe because fate had other plans. This nearly made me laugh but I didn't, I diligently kept my face straight and opened my mouth to utter the word that I hadn't been called in a long time.

"Bella Swan"

I was suddenly met with furious eyes and red cheeks, and then he came storming at me his hands shooting out and grabbing me by the arms before shaking me and telling me something that I had wanted to be for so long.

Authors note: Sorry for the extra long delay, I'm not going to make up excuses I just had a case of writers block. Sorry. Anyway thanks for the reviews and alerts I got, it was great to hear. Please try and review I really do appreciate them and if you have got any critiques I will happily take them on board. But please don't be to mean. Thanks. Until next time.

Rebecke xxx