Family is one thing, but when it comes to spirits, this girl is ready to face them all.
All except one.
"The dead are talking and she's listening"
[MARCEL fanfic]
I'm just going to give you a little scene about where Louis has been & what the hell has he been doing.
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Louis' POV
"Nothing is making since, dude. Tell me again what we're looking for?" I say, rummaging through books from a large wooden shelf.
"Recordings, man. My professor kept tapes of his clients that suffered night terrors while recording, and they should be here somewhere..." He space off.
Rolling my eyes, I sigh and continue to help look for what he wanted.
Never really was this badass to break into a college at night, but if Liam were this anxious then I'd do it for him anyway. That's how close we are. Sort of the brother I sort of hate but also would die for him in a way. We grew up together actually, our moms practically knew each other since high school. He was a big brother to me, only because he was twice my age.
Ever since he called me that one night I couldn't help but rush over quickly to his place. He was sweating loads clutching to his pillow in the corner of his room with lights turned off. It wasn't a pretty view. Liam actually looked like a five year old who was scared of the thing in his closet, or some nightmare. And it was true he did have a horrifying nightmare. Or so he thought.
Liam believed it was some kind of vision that he had. Something about running through some woods and Marilyn being in his dreams. And it wasn't the kind of hot dream where Marilyn strips down naked, although that would've been such a good dream.
Off topic.
In his dream he had said to be seen as Marilyn. Blood covered her white dress and tears streaming down her face while looking at a bathroom mirror. Now he won't stop obsessing over this dream until he had the answers of what they've meant. He doesn't even sleep much and he can hardly eat, but he just won't care about himself until a reach of source of this incident. I felt bad for the guy so now I'm just helping find these crazy answers that he so believes might exist.
After a few more minutes of rummaging through Liam's professor's office, I hear him quietly snap his fingers. "Got it" he says.
I stopped going through stacks of book laid out on the professor's desk. I lean side ways to find Liam down on his knees with an open draw. He looks up at me, even in the dark I could see his face light up with happiness.
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I shine the flashlight onto his hands and see that he has the recordings. Two tapes inside a plastic container. I grin and nodded at his direction.
"Great, now we should get the hell out of here before we get caught" I sigh.
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My eyes went to every direction Jess went, as weird as that might sound I was only looking for that little girl who was always attached to her. Obviously I averted my eyes every few seconds so she wouldn't, or anyone else in that matter, think I'm some crazed stalker. I needed to help her, she was only a child. I couldn't let her wander off as an earthbound spirit forever. It's cruel.
