When she dies

The second arrival.

*gurgle gurgle*
*scratch scratch scratch*
"Mmmmm...." I turn over sliding my hand under the pillow. Shoving my face into it.
*scrrrrrrrrrraaaaatch*
"Hmmmmm..?" I slowly get up rubbing my head. "Ugh what ghost is here now. HEY!" I whisper yell. "COULD YOU LEAVE I WANT TO SLEEP MIND YOU!" I don't mean to be disrespectful but come on. I'm tired.
A newspaper drops from no where. It startles me for a moment. I shake it off and grab it from the end of my bed. I sit back down. I read.

MAN MYSTERIOUSLY KILLED VIDEO FOUND!
Man was in police records but had never been convicted of what people would say PSYCHOTIC but was suspicious. Researches may have concluded it was some kind of angry spirit. Soon after man died random flashes of light appeared all around house. Police have gotten into further investigation...
I look up my eyes widened.
"T-This was you...wasn't it?"
Nothing.
I sit there in silence for a couple of minutes.
"Are you still there?"
*scratch scratch*
It comes from the closet. I slowly reach my hand out and jerk it open after a moment of contemplation.
Nothing but clothes.
I feel as if something is right behind me staring right into my head.
I slowly turn around. I take a step back.
BANG BANG BANG
"OPEN UP!"
A gun cock is right behind the door.
The girl with her head bowed down and hair in front of it with a white dress and skinny arms. Slowly turns. She stands there. Someone is here for me.
It might be both of them.
When she faces away from me I quickly hide in a corner.
A man bursts down the door. Holding a gun.
Uh oh.
They don't see the dead girl yet.
And I can already tell she wants me dead. She turns away and disappears. A moment later a scream enters through the hall. The man jerks around. He reloads. He takes small steps towards the entrance. He looks down the hallway.
Dead people with blood is everywhere. Electrical wires hanging some.
"H-How..?"
The girl rises from the ground. From behind him. He immediately jerks around. He strikes with a punch. She quickly catches it and crushes his hand. He falls over in pain.
He tries and shoots her in the chest. It goes right through and into the wall.
His eyes widen.
Her voice is low, scratchy, and barely a whisper.
"D I E !"
She reaches her hand in and rips out his heart.
Very
Very
Very slowly. He screams and struggles to get away from her grip.
Finally he is dead.
She drops his heart after looking at it for a long moment.
I tremble. I don't want to die. I repeat this in my thoughts. She slowly comes over and sits a couple feet away from me. Her legs crossed.
She places her hands on each knee.
Slowly I realize.
She doesn't want to kill me.
Nor does she need to.
"W-Who are you..? W-Why do you keep coming back? W-W-Wha-"
She cuts me off. She stands up and in a step she is right in front of me. I quickly stand.
Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe this is my end.
She places a finger on my cheek.
I close my eyes. Breathing heavily.
Her finger rests there until I slowly open my eyes. "P-Please."
I see the eyes. It is mostly black in the middle and white all of the rest. Her mouth is small. Her face is very pale and grey.
"Bella." She looks right into my eyes.
"W-Who are you..?"
She doesn't respond. "Oh...S-Sorry I didn't mean to-"
She shakes her head.
She places the rest of her hand on my cheek. She caresses it with her thumb slowly.
I slowly reach out and touch her hair. Afraid she may not like that.
Than again she did touch me.
I feel it.
The softness.
The delicate feel. Touch.
I want to believe that she is innocent.
But what she did...
It's hard to.
She saved my life.
It's hard....it's difficult.
This day...
I now communicate with the dead.
A sweet girl.
Someone who saved my life.