When she dies

Bringing her back

Standing in the light, my human form appears. She faces away from me. Worried, lost, concerned. She bows her head staring at the pure light.
Bella. Doesn't understand what happened to her, why she killed those people, why she is here.
Why she wants to leave.
"You were right here when you left....weren't you?" I say nothing only let her continue. "I don't want to go on. I just don't. I....I think I understand why you wanted to leave. To end the pain. You didn't want to die. You just were done with the horrible non stop pain." For the first time. I look around. The clouds, the paths, the whispers of spirits. The choices.
The choice you must live with forever until you move on.
"I died with regrets Bella. Don't do the same. You can still go back. Your body is still there and healed waiting for you to return. If you don't....I won't be able to help you once you move on."
She is silent for a moment. "Then come with me." She turns to me. "We can move on together."
"Bella. I decided to return for the safety of others. To avenge them. You will forever suffer if you come back as a spirit."
"If you knew this, why did you return?"
"There are people out there who suffer from the haunting of loved ones. There are rare of us. That return to avenge and revenge. Then there are the ones who simply revenge. For no reason. Only in anger of death. We will be to attached. I am sorry Bella. This isn't a right choice. I can't let you suffer the way I do."
"...What do you mean by suffer?" She asks with interest.
"You will feel the pain of your death for eternity. It won't end. Nights will be cold and suffering will be greater then. You won't have the emotion that you humans do. And that is a great regret you will go through."
"....I....I understand, I guess I am just lucky that I have this choice but I will choose the right one."
I keep my silence, I only nod. She walks over to me and holds out her hand. "I want to go home." She says. Her eyes sadden but yet she smiles.
I take it with my cold dead hand. My dark black hair falling in front of my face showing one eye, the white long dress torn, withered, dirty. My pure black eyes. My withered face and grey skin. My skinny arms, the coldness in my touch. I take her to the darkness of life.

She jerks awake. Shivering from the cold stone ground. Rob runs over and holds up her back and head.
"Are you alright?"
Bella nods slowly. "Y-Yeah. Thanks."
He slightly smiles, still worried she might change once more. But I stay in the ceiling watching, my all black eye, wide, watching him closely.
Rob jerks his head up to meet my stare. He smiles warmly. I slowly crawl backwards watching him being surrounded by shade. I slowly disappear into the building.
He shakes his head from the creepiness.

Bella lays on her large bed of a new hotel. Wanting to avoid any questions of police. Any of her weapons of sharp objects locked away. Far far away. Where she can't reach. Only me, as a weapon.
My feet grip the beams of light that hang above. As I hang down. My hair flows down as well. I slowly fall. I spin around to land on my feet.
Bella sits up and watches as I drift past her. To head into the washroom. She raises an eyebrow in confusion and in interest. I stare into the square mirror that lays above the sink. It slowly begins to crack.
Then it breaks, the glass covering the sink and floor. Bella runs in but when she enters, I am gone. The frame of the mirror is the only thing that stands.

No, Mirrors...ever.