Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Her Part: Marilyn Almond

Her;

'I know you don't see them, I know you think I'm nuts, I know that I'm still not different from you. I have feelings, although you wouldn't care because your one of them. The one that is right outside laughing and torturing me, waiting for my heart to rip apart. While I'm the one inside hoping and wishing that..... that it will be over soon. That it was just a damn fanasty.'

Little did I know, I, Marilyn Almond just thought it was just a kid imagination. Nope, it is still with me, and I'm either crying or laughing over the thought I am a freak.

"Mother you are not going to see or hear from her again, I just want this to be over." the voice of my mothers rung my ears. What's going on?

I looked at her talking to my own grandmother on the phone, her eyes weren't angry no more. They were weeping, tears and tears rolled down her cheek but wiping them off, hoping I didn't catch them. But I did. I saw my mother cry because what I had, what I less desire. What SHE wanted it all to be a dream, but it wasn't, it was a nightmare. And that is something we, I have to face and I hated the feeling.

I don't think it would go away.